The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 19 – Fell8 – A Brand New Cover

Hot on the heels of the latest part of Fell8 I introduce a new cover.

I believe this is fourth cover Fell8 has had since its inception last year.

The first was in the form of an old video cassette. I didn’t keep that as the cover for long. So much so I can’t even find a picture of that cover.

The second cover is perhaps my favourite and I did contemplate returning to it.

The style I was aiming for was of an old school pulp fiction style novel. Indeed, it heralded my short lived mock publishing house Grindotica.

This was the cover for a long time until I revised the covers to all my stories.

I wanted to have the same aesthetic to give it more of a brand feel, and so I created this.

Whilst I liked the clean and basic feel to it, the cover doesn’t really emphasise that in essence Fell8 is a horror story (with a bit of smut and comedy thrown in for good measure).

So I’ve reverted back to a more grubby cover.

However, before I’ve finished Fell8 I would probably have changed the cover a few more times.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 18: Fell8 – The Part With Third Party Penis Cover

There were a number of noises that troubled Lorna.

The ringing in her ears provided an irritating background melody to the other sounds that filled the car.

There was a troubling hissing sound that accompanied thick smoke that rose from the crushed bonnet of the vehicle.

This harmonised with the persistent drip drip drip that came from underneath. Lorna was not the most knowledgeable about cars but even she knew enough to understand that probably was not a good thing.

Her laboured breathing provided a dark lyrical accompaniment as she turned her attention to her fellow occupants.

Veronica was slumped motionless in the front passenger seat. A trail of crimson outlined her perfectly defined face.

Hesitantly, Lorna reached out her hand to try and find a pulse. After, a few moments clumsily pawing away at Veronica’s neck she realised, having never attended a First Aid course, that she had no clue as to what she was supposed to be doing.

Instead Lorna opted to assess whether Veronica was alive by seeing if she looked dead. In the few short hours since she’d been merrily performing fellatio on some guy Lorna had seen her fair share of dead bodies. Admittedly it had been easier then on account of their heads being detached from their bodies.

As Lorna turned to examine Veronica a new noise entered the endless cacophony; a gurgling sound in her stomach. Hunger? Fear? Disgust? Whatever it’s origin she tried to dampen the noise by swallowing hard, although this only seemed to provoke the grumbling fire in her belly.

She stared at Veronica who despite having blood running down her face looked healthy. Rather than a grey complexion, which Lorna assumed would indicate death, Veronica’s skin had a healthy, glowing complexion. She concluded Veronica was not dead, either that or her wedding make-up really was top quality.

Lorna’s attention moved to Elena who sat in the middle rear passenger seat. She equally did not look dead but Lorna’s examination was brief because of what she saw through the cracked window.

It was Them!

The sound of the collision must have alerted the horde who lumbered over to investigate.

A dark shadow descended over the car as these things began to swarm around it.

Now the final, terrible sounds joined the symphony of certain doom. The low moans, clunking of feet on asphalt and flesh hitting metal as they surrounded the vehicle.

Lorna sat perfectly still. Perhaps this was some instinctive survival technique, or it could have been that she had watched Jurassic Park and was hoping if it worked for a T-Rex it might work for these things with protruding cocks.

Her options were limited. Although she had the knowledge and means to kill them there were too many of them. She would hardly have the time to open her mouth before being ripped to shreds.

It was impossible to run away. Even if there were an opening Lorna would be unable to carry both Veronica and Elena.

Should she try and escape alone? This would mean certain death for the unconscious Veronica and Elena.

Lorna wrestled with this predicament. She hardly knew both of them and could hardly be classed as friends; Veronica had never once offered to hold Lorna’s hair back whilst she threw up.

Yet the life that Lorna had known was gone. Nothing made any sense and she took comfort in the normality of having people around. …People who didn’t have large penises and wanted to kill you.

Even if she could escape on her own, Lorna could not bear to face whatever other horrors lay in store alone.

No. She would survive in this strange new world with them or she would die with them.

‘But what if Veronica and Elena are already dead?’

However noble her declaration of a Last Stand with her new found companions, Lorna’s brain clearly thought this was something she should consider before submitting to certain death.

After all the ‘They don’t look dead’ Test was, at best, unreliable. It would be a terrible irony if she allowed herself to die trying to save someone who was already dead.

There had been no time during the collision to have a chat but if Veronica and Elena could talk would they not have said ‘Lorna you go. Save yourself. Be free. Survive the apocalypse without us’.

With her hand on the door handle and plotting her solo escape suddenly a new sound appeared, one that had not been present before. It was low murmurs emanating from Veronica and Elena. They were alive!

Bollocks!

Lorna slumped into her seat and with her arms folded across her chest contemplated which of the three dangers present would be the one to kill her. Would it be the carbon monoxide that begun to fill the car? Or the petrol catching a light and burning them alive? Or would she be torn apart by one of those things that circled the vehicle?

Such was her preoccupation with the manner in which she would perish that she did not immediately notice that the things were moving away from the vehicle.

When she finally did Lorna saw through the fogged up windscreen what had caught their attention; it was the occupant of the other car.

Lorna wiped the glass with her sleeve and watched through the gloom as they descended upon the other stricken vehicle.

This was her opportunity. All she had to do was wake Veronica and Elena and they could make their escape. Although incredibly strong these things were not fast and by the time they finished with the other vehicle there would be a healthy gap between them.

Lorna had contemplated helping the stranded driver but she was hideously outnumbered. She hoped the driver would be able to outrun them, but as she allowed herself to glance back towards the other vehicle she could see the driver was making no such attempt to run.

As Lorna attempted to rouse Veronica she tried to dismiss any further thought of the driver.

You can’t save them all. There will be casualties.

The driver was too far away to communicate but if they could chat maybe they would say ‘Look, it was my fault. I caused the crash with some ropey driving and put you all in danger. My gruesome death to ensure your survival is the least I can do to apologise’

Lorna continued shaking Veronica when suddenly she heard a sound. A sound that cut through all the other noises that had made up this macabre masterpiece.

It was the sound of a woman screaming. Very loudly.

*******

Angie Raines just wanted to start this day over again.

She has heard people in coffee shops complaining about their day but she was certain that she now had the monopoly on really bad days.

Oh your Boss shouted at you? Well mine tried to have me killed.

That project you were working on didn’t go to plan? Well my project was used to destroy humanity.

Angry about that dick who pranged your car and then shouted at you? Well I crashed mine and I’m about to be massacred by abominations of genetics!

Angie could have run, she was junior sprint champion and these things were not fast. But she found herself transfixed by what was walking towards her.

Part of her brain screamed for her to run but the other part, the scientific part, marvelled at these creations.

It’s not possible!

She tried to recall her work, all the tests, studies and theories to realise how these things came to be.

Just prior to the crash Angie believed she could help stop this. She was running into the danger not away from it. But as these abominations neared she realised it was all now a lost cause.

By the time the scientific part of her brain had worked out how this all came to be they were upon her. The other part of her brain took over and screamed loudly.

Angie closed her eyes and awaited death. She probably deserved it. Killed by the things she helped create. There would be a poetry to her demise.

Suddenly they stopped. Their attention drawn towards the other car whose horn blared persistently.

Angie could see a blonde woman leaning out of the drivers window shouting. It was difficult to hear what she was saying over the blaring of the horn, but it sounded like ‘Over here you fucking weird looking wankers.’

The abominations turned and stalked back towards the other vehicle.

******

Stupid idea. Stupid idea. Stupid idea.

Lorna blocked out her brain’s protest as she planted her hand firmly on the horn and shouted all manner of obscenities at these things.

She watched as they lost interest in the other driver and made their way towards her.

Part one of her plan had worked but there was a problem, she didn’t have a second part.

Quicker than she expected they had surrounded her vehicle and begun shaking and punching it, desperate to get to what was inside.

Lorna could see through a gap that the other driver was just standing there.

For fuck’s sake. RUN!

Lorna repeatedly slammed her hand down on the horn, hoping she could get it to say ‘Fucking Run!’

The car violently shook as these things pawed away at it. Then to Lorna’s shock a penis shot through the metal door frame.

After a moment of screaming she knew what she had to do. This was their only chance of survival.

Lorna ran her tongue over her lips and then took the invading penis into her mouth. Within a few moments a shower of blood coated the car, the expected outcome was confirmed.

There was to be no respite. No sooner had one marauding penis been handled then another would appear…and then another, all around the vehicle.

Lorna coped with as many as she could but there were too many for her to deal with it at once. She felt like she was playing some horrifically perverted game of whack-a-mole. A game she had already proven to be quite good at, albeit she had to occasionally pause to prevent herself from throwing up.

One penis penetrated the passenger door narrowly missing Veronica’s head that rested against it. This was enough to fully rouse Veronica from her impromptu slumber.

She looked around, slightly confused. Still in that moment of blissful thinking that everything she’d experienced, from her family being massacred at the wedding to her husband’s head exploding on the dance floor, had all been an horrific nightmare.

However the sight of an angry penis protruding through door was a harsh reminder of what her life was like now.

“Oh hey sweetie, you’re awake” Lorna said, pausing to take another penis into her mouth “Look I know you just woke up but I’m really going to need you to suck on that cock for me”.

Rubbing her eyes and letting out a sigh she dutifully obliged. Together her and Lorna dealt with wave after wave. With each laboured suck blood and brains cascaded down upon the car. The outside no longer visible through the crimson and pink hue that flowed down the windscreen

Elena woke and as if it were the most normal thing in the world helpfully assisted without question.

The sound of blood splashing onto glass and brain hitting metal. These sounds increased in speed and in pitch. Each splash and crash a symphony of success for the three ladies inside.

Then it stopped. All that could be heard was the original hissing and drip drip drip that had opened this morbid melody.

Lorna, Veronica and Elena all looked at each other. Reluctant to open the car door in case any of those things still remained but acutely aware that if they stayed in the car they would probably blow up.

It was Lorna who nervously opened the driver’s door but jumped back as a large glob of brain slid down. She kicked the door open and jumped out, running to the front of the car. She put her hands on her knees and begun to wretch.

Veronica followed next, skipping around the blood and brains in an hysterical fashion. Elena left the vehicle last and seemed rather nonplussed by the carnage.

Lorna examined the car. She saw the amount of holes that had been made and wondered how such a thing could be explained to the insurance company.

– Hi, I need to report an accident

– What happened?

– Well, I was driving away from a load of ridiculously strong guys that have their penis protruding through their trousers when someone crashed into us

– I see

– Then the ridiculously strong guys started making holes in the car

– What with?

– Oh with their penis.

– I see. Well unfortunately you didn’t take out the optional third party penis cover so we cannot help I’m afraid.

Lorna’s attention turned to the other driver who stood motionless, her mouth open.

“Wha…Wha…What just happened?” asked Angie

“Long story” Lorna replied, taking a moment to survey where they were.

“But how did you kill them?”

Lorna smiled. It was probably the first time she had smiled since all this crazy mess begun, but there it was…

Royal King Chicken – The finest chicken place in London.

Lorna turned to Angie “I’ll tell you over dinner”

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 17 – Fell8: The Part With The Burnt Pork Scratchings

Elena had a lot to be concerned about. She had almost been killed by the man who employed her as a Housekeeper. But having narrowly escaped, she presumed she had found sanctuary in a passing car. However the occupants of the vehicle appeared somewhat reluctant to come to her aid.

Instead the blonde seemed more intent on arguing with the brunette in the wedding dress than coming to her aid.

Elena banged on the bonnet  in frustration. She grew increasingly impatient for the two women to finish their conversation. The tinny clash of her hand hitting metal attracted the attention of these things that wandered around.

She had not even begun to process why there were throngs of men walking around, their penises protruding, carrying out such acts of barbarity.

It weren’t just any men; she knew them. The sight of the kindly old gentleman who trims the hedges crushing in the skull of Mildred from the Woman’s Institute with his engorged member is not something anyone really should see.

Yet the streets of this well kept neighbourhood were littered with the bloody debris of this inexplicable rampage.

Why and how this was all happening would be a question to ponder when she was in a safer place. She’d be in that safer place if the two occupants of the vehicle would stop chatting and open the fucking door!

She smacked her hands down on the bonnet once more and that is when she saw him. More accurately she smelt him first, her employer, lurching towards her, his cock proud and he was on fire.

Elena sighed, taking one final look at the bickering couple in the car. She was going to have do this alone with no help from anyone.

She was used to having to do things for herself. Elena was raised in a rural part of Romania by just her Mother. They were poor but her Mother did all she could to provide for her daughter.

In later years Elena would reciprocate that love by caring for her Mother when her health rapidly declined. When she eventually passed away after a long and debilitating illness Elena wanted nothing more than to get away. Caring for her ailing Mother had taken its toll on Elena and she needed a fresh start.

Moving to London provided her with that possibility; this vast metropolitan city full of opportunity. With her Mother’s passing there was nothing left for her in Romania. It would be London where she would finally live that life she deserved.

That was the plan, at least. Her new life did not begin as she would have hoped; contrary to the story she found the streets of London were certainly not paved with gold.

She got by doing the odd underpaid job here and there but the all to familiar reality of poverty soon struck her. The need to eat pushed her closer to the lure of the criminal gangs who’d want to pimp her out to whatever horny guy cared to pay for her.

Elena resisted the temptation for as long as she could but the hunger in her belly was enough to defeat her wavering sense of pride.  But before she submitted herself to this life fate fortunately intervened.

A friend of Elena’s, indeed her only friend in London, told her of a job opportunity for some well to do family in Chelsea.  It was nothing more than glorified slave labour but, nevertheless,it was a roof over her head and meant she didn’t have to spread her legs to make a living…..Or so she thought.

The family she worked for seemed quite pleasant enough. The husband had his own Consultancy firm so would spend a lot of the time in his office at home. He barely paid much attention to her when she would bring him lunch or clean up.

The wife worked in television and once Elena got used to being spoken to like an idiot they got along just fine. The wife had a patronising tone when speaking to anyone. This was more pronounced when talking to Elena; the wife clearly assumed coming from a foreign country meant there would not be an automatic understanding of the basics of housework.

Nevertheless, the wife knew without Elena she would have to do more round the house which certainly did not suit her schedule; especially on a Thursday when she had Yoga with Paulo.

All was going tremendously well for Elena and then the son came home from university. His intentions towards Elena were immediate and obvious. He wanted to fuck her.

This young lothario intended not to woo her by compliments and avoided actually getting to know her. He was simply going to have her and any resistance would be quashed with threats of dismissal from her job.

Elena therefore submitted herself to his grubby whim. As she lay underneath him she would remind herself of the beautiful home she now resides in and how things could be so much worse.

Occasionally she did allow herself to daydream , that perhaps he would one day lean in and kiss her, tell her he loves her and they would marry so that she would be their equal rather than their servant.

His contorted , sweaty red face was not one of love but of lust. She was merely a preferable option to masturbation. Just an object he could take and use whenever he wanted. Someone he could brag about to his mates at the rowing club.

Elena would get a respite from his horny advances when he returned from

university of if he went travelling. That was enough to keep her sane.

When he was gone she could reflect only on how fortunate she was to have such a good job. Only occasionally,when cleaning his room, would her eyes drift to the bed and she’d be struck by the shame of what he has her do there.

Nevertheless she remained happy and content and then the husband begun showing her some attention. Previously he’d hardly noticed her with only the occasional grunt of appreciation when she brought him a sandwich.

Then very much like father like son he had her. In his study one afternoon his hands began drifting over her legs and without warning they were soon between them. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his groin. Before long she was on her knees pleasuring him.

There was a distinct difference between the father and the son. The latter would be rough, uncaring, cruel. He didn’t care about her.  All he wanted was a living doll to perform whatever perversion he was currently into.

The father on the other hand seemed kinder, more gentler.  He was reluctant at first to give in to temptation, not that Elena ever purposely tempted him.  But sexual relations between him and his wife had become strained, verging on the non-existent.

Their busy lives (and possibly the fact she was being fucked regularly by Paulo) meant intimacy was a thing of the past.  His sexual pleasure now confined to memories and his own hand.  Occasionally, his wife would indulge him but that only sought to prolong his frustration.

He liked it when she sucked him.  Yet any pleasure he derived from having that act performed had eroded. From the moment he entered his wife’s mouth he could only think how it may be months before he would experience that feeling again.

That’s what was on his mind when he noticed Elena in the study.  In a moment of frustrated arousal, he saw her differently.  No longer was she was a faceless employee but a way to relieve his frustration.  She was paid to serve and he needed servicing.

Elena dutifully obliged.  What choice did she have? Not that she had much opportunity to consider her choices, no sooner had he been in her mouth he was out again with the horny deed done.  He rested back in his chair uttering a thousand apologetic words.

The husband’s feeling of guilt was not enough to stop him wanting it again. The daily routine soon become bringing him is sandwich followed by Elena getting on her knees and sucking him off to completion.

Occasionally he’d want it more than once a day.   Any moment alone could see him insist on being in her mouth.  That is what Elena assumed he was after on this night.  Yet something was different.  He was a lot rougher, so much so she thought for a moment the son had made a surprise visit home.

He was pushing against her, she could feel his arousal.  His hands moved up to her throat.

He’s trying to fuck me!

This surprised Elena because not once had he wanted to have sex with her.  In his weird twisted way he had assumed having just oral sex was not really cheating on his wife.

His hands gripped round her throat tighter as he pressed his remarkably hard penis against her.  She would have agreed to have sex with him if he had asked.  But this was not asking.  It felt so wrong.  Elena struggled to free herself from his grip but his hands tightened around her throat.

She was struggling to breathe as his fingers dug into her skin.

No! Not like this.

Through gasps of air she pleaded with him to stop but he persisted. She could hear his low grumbling moans, the staleness of his breath on her cheek as his arousal pressed harder against her, it felt like it could break through the material of her trousers.

Panic begun to set in and Elena flayed her arms and legs, desperate to break free, but he was too strong.

Elena didn’t believe in God, she had seen too many horrific things, her faith eroded away by one tragedy after the next. But in the moments that followed she was prepared to re-assess the existence of a higher power.

When the husband commenced his attack Elena was in the process of washing up. The water from the tap had been running throughout and soon escaped the confines of the metallic sink and flowed onto the floor.

Whilst the husband had strength, he lacked balance and his feet begun to slip on the pool of soapy water that had formed beneath him.

He fell back taking Elena with him and they both crashed into the cooker. The husband attempted to regain his balance, grabbing at whatever he could.  His surprising strength caused him to rip at the cooker, exposing wires and the hissing sound of gas filled the room.

Free of her attacker Elena attempted to escape but found her journey slowed by the slipperiness of the tiled floor.  On hands and knees she crawled to what she hoped would be the safety of outdoors.

The bubbling water flowed defiantly towards the exposed electrical wiring as the husband managed to free himself from the temporary shackles of the cooker and in a similarly haphazard way begun his pursuit of Elena.

She managed to reach the expansive hallway and took a nervous look back. Elena saw the husband crawling towards her, his protruding penis scraping along the floor.  She turned, the knowledge of pursuit offering her a burst of speed.  She could see the front door…her safety and then…….

BOOM!!!!

A fireball swept through the house and sent the fleeing Elena through the front door.

She awoke face first on the neatly manicured front lawn.  Her ears rung and as she lifted her body from the ground she became immediately aware that every part of her hurt.

Gritting her teeth Elena lifted herself up and disoriented she looked on at the street where she lived, the street that once provided such security and comfort was now a war zone.

She rubbed her temples as she witnessed the bloody end of many of her neighbours as these things mercilessly ripped them apart.  She could not move at the sight of the sheer horror of this destruction.

Elena heard a noise from back inside the house and there she saw him.  The husband stalked through the charred hallway on his way towards her.  The flames emanating from his body did little to slow his journey.

Panicking she looked around and there she saw it – the car.  Despite every step causing significant pain she made her way towards it.  She did not look back but she could hear him….smell him. But the occupants of the car would help. They would be her salvation… wouldn’t they?

****

“Why do I have to go out there?” Lorna asked

“Because you know how to kill those things” Veronica offered.

Lorna looked out as this young stranger desperately tried to evade the lumbering clutches of what used to be a man….who was also on fire.

“So do you.  In fact you killed the last one” replied Lorna.

“Well there you go” Veronica said with a smile “It’s your turn.”

Still confused as to how a man can be on fire but still happily able to chase someone Lorna suggested “Maybe we should both go.”

“In case you’ve forgotten I’ve just witnessed my entire family and friends be slaughtered” Veronica replied “I’m still quite upset by that.”

Lorna sighed and gripped the door handle.  She wondered how many times Veronica was going to use that as an excuse.

“Fine…I’ll go” Lorna muttered as she opened the car door.

She immediately ran round to where Elena was and introduced herself “Hi I’m Lorna”

Elena responded very abruptly “What took you so long.”

Lorna was about to respond but the nearing presence of Elena’s flaming former employer alerted her to more pressing matters.  Instead she gave a reassuring “It’s okay.  I know what to do” which was probably more for her own benefit.

Poised on her knees she waited for the right moment.  Ignoring the shrieks of “What the fuck are you doing” from Elena she readied herself for what had to be done.  That’s when Lorna noted the problem.

“Hey…Veronica…Sweetie … There’s a problem” Lorna shouted.

Veronica cranked the car window down slightly and replied “What problem?”

“His cock is on fire”

“Blow it”

“I intend to but I need to put the flames out first…. Do you have any water?”

Veronica searched through the car and announced “No….I think you drunk the last of it.”

Lorna, acutely aware of the presence of the flaming man, turned to Elena and asked “I don’t suppose you have any water do you?”

“Why do you need water for?” queried Elena.

“I just need to put the fire out on his cock so I can put it in my mouth.”

Elena just stared at Lorna and was about to respond when Lorna shot her a look to indicate the urgency of her request.

Elena limped back to the house all the while confused by the request.  The blast had damaged a lot of the interior and water flowed from the kitchen.  Slipping and sliding she desperately searched for a receptacle for the liquid. She could hear Lorna shouting out

“Hurry!”

The erect inferno neared closer to Lorna as Elena searched through the scorched shell that was once the kitchen.

“Anytime now would be great”

In her haste Elena would lose her footing and a sharp reminder of her injuries would soar through her body.

“Quickly!”

He was closer and Lorna could feel the heat emanating from him.  Elena found a pan and begun to scoop water inside it.

“Fucking hurry up!”

Lorna would apologise later for her crude impatience but having got this far already she did not fancy being killed by a guy with a burning cock.

With as much speed as her injuries would allow Elena made her way back out the front.  She saw the husband so close to Lorna.  In desperation she flung the pan and water landed all over the flaming attacker.

Steam rose from his protruding penis and Lorna gave a few quick blows before taking it in her mouth.  Within moments Elena’s former employer lay dead on the floor, his head nothing more than a bloody pulp.

Elena had so many questions but as Lorna retched and puked on the floor she thought it best not to ask them straight away.

“Fuck..that tasted like burnt pork scratchings” Lorna exclaimed “Does anyone have a mint?”

“I think you had the last one” replied Veronica through the crack in the window.

With nothing further said about what had happened Lorna and Elena got into the car.

“Look” said Veronica “These things are all going in the same direction”

All three occupants watched as these lumbering powerhouses with their protruding penises all moved along the same path.

“Where do you think they are going?” asked Elena,

“Who cares” said Lorna as she started the car “If they are all going that way, then we are going the opposite way.”

When you learn to drive you are taught many things.  However, appropriate road etiquette during an apocalypse is not one of them.  Any rules of the road no longer exist and who has the right of way is something that does not need consideration.

It is the ignorance of driving in an apocalypse and the absence of any rules which caused the two cars to collide with each other.

The Randomness Of Selina: Year 2 Day 16 – Fell8 : The Part With The First Dance

Lorna ran through the vast interior of the upmarket hotel, her only guide were the loud screams in the distance.

Such was her intense focus on  the location of the desperate cries, Lorna paid little attention to the scenes of devastation that adorned the elaborate corridor.

Body parts no longer attached to their appropriate hosts were strewn along the floor. The expensive carpet was soaked with blood, the crimson consequence of whatever evil had occurred splashed up with every stride Lorna took.

The screams became louder as she neared the source of the petrified pleas. Lorna had no idea what had prompted such cries. If she had stopped to think about it, paused to take in her surroundings and the scenes of utter carnage around her then she would be forgiven for just turning around and running in the opposite direction.  Yet she had resolved to follow Veronica and would not stop this pursuit until she found her.

But why? Lorna had only met her a few hours beforehand and most of that time had been spent arguing with each other. They were from very different backgrounds; Veronica came from the more affluent part of the city, her accent and manner all indicating a life of privilege  and wealth. Lorna, on the other hand, was from the other side where you had to fight for the slightest morsel of comfort.

In normal times these two could never be true friends, centuries of a class system designed to keep everyone in their rightful place would see to that. But these were certainly not normal times. Something had happened. Something bad. At that moment they were the only two who weren’t dead. Lorna felt a desire to keep it that way.

She followed the screams towards two large closed doors. A mutilated body leant against the dark oak panels. The prettiness of the purple dress worn by the newly deceased was marred by the brutality of her demise. The jaw ripped from what was once an attractive face.

Angry crimson  flowed from the jagged gaping hole that was now to forever be her mouth. Lorna wanted to throw up as she stared at the disfigured corpse.

She stopped her macabre study of the body when she realised the screams from behind the door had stopped. There had been something oddly comforting about the persistent cries from Veronica, it had meant she was still alive. The sudden cessation of that sound filled Lorna with dread that poor Veronica had met a similar end to the jawless purple dress lady.

Nervously, Lorna put her hand on the handle and her ear against the door, straining to hear any signs of life. The only sound was a low hum as if music was playing. Taking a deep breath she pulled down the handle and opened the door.

The vast ballroom was dark save for the sporadic multi coloured lights flashing from the DJ booth. The sparkles from the glitterball above rained down onto the shiny dance floor where Veronica stood gazing at something in the distance.

Lorna made her way towards her, almost slipping over on a pool of blood that seeped from another female guest, this one missing both her arms.

She reached the edge and put her hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“Hun, we got to get out of here” Lorna said.

Veronica turned to face Lorna, her eyes were red from crying. Having witnessed the mutilation of her closest family and friends it was a surprise she could still stand.

“It’s Richard” she replied in a hoarse voice which Lorna could barely hear over the music.

“Who’s Richard?” Lorna asked.

Veronica did not respond but turned back and gazed towards a dark corner of the room where a smartly dressed man emerged.

Lorna watched as this tall figure, she presumed was Richard, lumbered slowly over to the dance floor until he was only a few feet away. She could see his clothes glistened with blood. He could have been a victim of the horror that had occurred but Lorna spied a thick angry cock clearly on display.

Lorna leant in and spoke to Veronica “Sweetie, I don’t think that is the Richard you know.”

But Veronica ignored her and moved to the centre of the dance floor, face to face with the man she loved. Two lovers illuminated by the sparkles from above as the melody of Power Of Love by Jennifer Rush blared out from the oversized speakers.

Lorna tried to shout out a warning to Veronica but her words became lost amongst the rising notes of the seminal 1980s love ballad.

All she could do was watch helplessly as Richard grabbed Veronica pulling her across the shiny floor.

The bride adorned in what was once a splendid wedding dress, now ripped and soiled in blood, slid along the floor . The Groom dressed in his finest morning suit, stalked after her, his cock, proudly exposed, leading the way.

Lorna wanted desperately to help but found herself frozen, unable to intervene she could do nothing but watch the tragic choreography unfold.

The glitterball above perfectly spotlighted Richard taking his beautiful wife’s face in his hands. His fingers dug deep into her skull, Veronica’s mouth opened in an expression of pain. Strangely with Jennifer reaching the big notes it did for a moment appear that Veronica was singing along.

Lorna tried to push herself forward but she doubted she could reach them in time. Through the dull illumination of the lights, Veronica glanced towards Lorna and gave a look that told her not to worry before  appearing to recommence this bizarre karaoke.

Lorna looked away, she had no desire to watch the finale of this macabre reunion. The song that was to be their first dance ended, punctuated by the sound of Veronica and Richard’s union coming to a bloody and violent conclusion.

For a moment the room was bathed in a calm silence. Breathing heavily, Lorna looked towards where she had last seen Veronica. The bride’s body was slumped over, the glittering lights illuminated the blood that ran down the previously brilliant outfit. It was fresh.

Lorna could hear her own blood pump through her ears as she made her way slowly across the dance floor to the scene of horror just a few feet in front.

The silence of her brief journey interrupted by music which started playing; with no DJ present in the booth the CD  had switched automatically to the next track.  The Lion Sleeps Tonight echoed across the hall.  Whatever feelings Lorna had about that particular song it didn’t really reflect the sombre mood of what had just occurred.

She reached Veronica and nervously extended her hand out to touch the bride’s blood stained shoulder.

“I’m so sorry hun” Lorna said mournfully.

Veronica turned around revealing the headless body of her husband behind her. His hand rested listlessly on his chest, the ring that had symbolised their union sparkled with every revolution of the glitterball.

Till death do us part. Or perhaps more Till I suck you off and your head explodes.

Did Veronica know this would have caused Richard’s demise? Or did she fancy one final intimate moment before she joined her friends in being brutally slaughtered?

Whatever her reasons that is what she had done. With Richard’s fingers pushing hard against her skull she had taken him into her mouth and…. Splat!

Lorna knelt down next to Veronica and hugged her. She had no idea what else to do. Veronica spoke, her voice was hoarse from the grief she had emitted and it may have been all the ‘weema-wehs’ that boomed from the speakers but Lorna thought she said “He was just so big.”

There was no good reason to remain at the hotel, everyone was either dead or missing. The occasional crash alerted Lorna to the realisation that they may not be totally alone. She had no desire to investigate, no real willingness to bump into whatever it was that those men had become.

Lorna took a swig from a bottle of wine that was nearby. She knew that keeping a clear head was probably the more sensible thing to do but such were the scenes of annihilation around her she needed to dull her senses.

Nothing made sense and in those circumstances what was the point of trying to think about it.

She looked over at Veronica who had not moved since her husband’s head exploded. Eighties music still blared out, the jaunty pop jingles a juxtaposition to the sorrowful and broken figure of the bride.

She had lost everything in the most awfully violent way. Was this happening elsewhere? Was it happening to her friends and family….Lorna shut down that thought process with a huge gulp of wine.

Such was the fragility of keeping it together Lorna just focused on one thing. She dismissed any thought of searching for anyone else who may need help. She ignored the growing fear that this horror may not be isolated to the hotel. No. The only thing she concentrated on was leaving this place as soon as possible.

Lorna got to her feet and wandered around the hall. Not to examine the gruesome remains of the victims nor to ensure none of the erect maniacs lurked in the shadows; with her stomach rumbling she was on the hunt for food.

Lorna walked towards a long table that was the home to a bountiful array of finger food. The recent carnage had meant there were now actual fingers within the food.

Then she spied them, an entire tray of chicken nuggets. Her stomach roared at the thought of being replinished but the glitterball shone a warning light over them, dark red covered the delicious bites.

Even if Lorna had been tempted to play the ‘Blood or Ketchup?’ game the presence of a human head put an end to any thoughts of a banquet.

She swigged from the bottle and addressed Veronica;

“Come on  hun we need to go.”

“Go without me. I just want to stay here… I don’t care if I die.. Not now. ” Veronica replied.

What could Lorna say? She did not want to leave Veronica alone, the thought of her submitting to being ripped apart would weigh  heavy on her conscience.

But Lorna was not a counsellor, she possessed no skills that could assist in a situation like this. Even when her own friends would suffer a bereavement the best she could muster was a sad face emoji before waiting a couple of weeks to ask if they were okay.

Through the blissful haze of alcohol Lorna tried to think how she could motivate Veronica to move;

Sorry  your mum died being cock slapped by some maniac but…..

I know everyone you ever loved is either dead or now a monster however…..

You clearly have nothing to live for and it’s unlikely there is any hope for anyone of us although…

“Some of your friends and family may have escaped” said Lorna.

It was a complete lie of course but it did cause Veronica to momentarily break her melancholy and respond “Really? Do you think?”

Lorna took another swig of wine “Yeh. Sure. When this all started I’m sure some would have got away.”

She instinctively gestured to the dismembered bodies on the ground and quickly withdrew her hand and continued.

“They’ve probably gone towards town. It’ll be safe there. Governments have plans for these sort of things.”

Lorna didn’t know if this lie was just for Veronica’s benefit or for her own. She persisted with her optimistic yarn.

“There’s no guarantee this is happening in town and even if it is the army would be out, protecting everyone and getting them to some safe zone.”

By the time she had finished describing this utopia of sanctuary Lorna wanted to rush straight there herself.

This promise of safety made their current surroundings all the more evident. Although the stench of death had been with them from the moment they walked in, it now filled her nostrils. She tried dampening the putrid stench with the more floral smell of the wine…. and if she’s not mistaken a hint of oak.

For Veronica the idea that some of her loved ones may have escaped was enough to get her to stand up. She grabbed the wine bottle from Lorna and took a long hearty gulp.

Wiping her mouth she said “Come on let’s go.”

The return trip to the car was unpleasant but thankfully uneventful. It did take longer than Lorna would have liked but Veronica would fall into her everytime she witnessed the gruesome destruction of one of her guests. Lorna herself was not very steady on her feet, which was probably more to do with the wine than the corpses.

They reached the car and Veronica took one final look back at the dream venue of her fairytale wedding. It seemed implausible to believe that only hours before it had been the scene of such joviality.

Those assembled to witness such a loving union would have laughed, drank and smiled. The tortured faces of the corpses that littered the courtyard displayed none of those emotions.

“Are you sure you are okay to drive?” Veronica asked Lorna as she closed the car door.

“Yeh all good hun” Lorna replied “Besides, I think tonight the Police might be a little occupied with other things.”

Lorna started the car and headed back down the long dirt path. They were going into the heart of the city. That’s where Lorna believed they would be safe.

There would be a plan. There would be sanctuary. That is what she kept telling herself as she accelerated through the murky woodland. Veronica was on edge, staring out the window like a curious puppy. Reacting to every shape as a potential friend who needed their help before shouting at Lorna that she was driving too fast for her to see properly.

Lorna just wanted to get somewhere safe as quickly as possible. One on hand on the steering wheel, the other fumbling on the dial of the radio desperately scanning for some sign that everything was going to be okay.

They eventually reached the familiar urban streets with rows of houses all brightly lit by the comforting orange glow of lights.

It should have been then that they relaxed. The horror of the hotel miles behind them.

There should have been either  army trucks ferrying survivors to the sanctuary or alternatively simply nothing; just the monotonous dullness of a normal street, blissful confirmation that this horror had been confined to the hotel.

What they did not want to see is that brutal devastation of the hotel replicated on a much larger scale. Yet that is exactly what they drove straight into.

The streets were littered with dismembered bodies , the culprits of the devastation skulking in search of their next victim.

Thoughts of any sanctuary faded rapidly. If there had been any question as to how the guests at the wedding may have met their grisly demise then Veronica and Lorna were treated to a live repeat.

They choked back tears and vomit as they watched whilst arms, legs or heads were ripped from their screaming owner.

Veronica and Lorna looked at each other. Through the fear and disgust in their eyes they engaged in a silent conversation as the brutality continued outside.

Should they help? Could they help? Didn’t they know how to bring down these monsters? These ruthless killing machines now occupied the streets, anyone else seemed to have perished.

Lorna put the car in reverse just as someone banged on the windscreen. It was a girl, frantically slapping her hands against the glass. She needed to be saved from the monster who pursued her.

Lorna’s foot hovered over the accelerator.

The monster was on fire.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 12 : Fell8 – The Problem With Corpses

If there had been time then Veronica most certainly would have asked Lorna why she was giving a handjob to a headless corpse.

No doubt if time allowed Lorna may have tried to explain her actions. To have argued that she was not in fact engaged in some dubious sexual act with a dead person. Indeed, she may even have had the opportunity to clarify that all she was doing was wiping her DNA of his cock before intending to dump the body.

However there was no such time for any of this. No sooner had Veronica approached the car and screamed and within an instant of Lorna responding with a scream of her own, Veronica found herself being wrestled to the ground by the man who had so relentlessly pursued her through the woods.

Lorna stared at where the screaming woman in a wedding dress once stood. It had been a strange night already and judging by what had just happened it was going to get a lot stranger.

Lorna released her grip from the penis she had been so fervently cleaning and with some reluctance opened the car door to investigate the welfare of the screaming Bride.

As Lorna walked round to the front of the car she could hear desperate screams, followed by the sight of the woman in a wedding dress straddling the head of a guy, his hands clawed away at her legs and behind.

“Is everything okay” Lorna enquired, probably a little too politely for what the situation required.

Veronica turned and screamed “He’s trying to fucking eat me.”

“Oh in that case I’ll leave you two alone.” Lorna replied ready to walk away.

“Where the fuck are you going? Come here!” Veronica shouted, desperately trying to avoid being dragged down onto the gnashing teeth of her assailant.

Lorna turned back, her attention was drawn to the rather large black cock that protruded angrily from the guy’s trousers.

“Look if this is some kinky sex game you guys are playing I really am not in the mood for this” Lorna replied “I’m having a really bad evening.”

Veronica shot Lorna a look designed to indicate that this was no game. Frustrated that the blonde lady clearly wasn’t getting it she followed up with the more direct “Fucking help me! He’s trying to kill me.”

Much to Veronica’s annoyance there was still some reluctance on Lorna’s part to actually assist, she seemed distracted with the sight of the large black penis. A further scream shook Lorna from her transfixed gaze of the throbbing member.

“What should I do?” Lorna asked

Veronica raised her eyes “I dunno ask him nicely to stop” she said before shouting “Hit him!”

Ignoring the sarcasm Lorna stalked around the guy who was still flailing and gnashing at Veronica. She was unsure exactly where to hit him and the impatient cries for assistance were more a hindrance than a help. Panicking she spied the cock once more and opted that this was the best place to attack. With a large swing of her leg Lorna’s foot connected perfectly with the thick meat.

AAARRRGGGGH!

Lorna hopped around, confused as to how it ended up hurting her more than it did him. She stared back at the penis which showed no sign of damage.

“Yeh, that don’t work…I’ve tried” Veronica said, bouncing up and down to avoid the guy being able to get a firm hold and drag her to her demise.

“You could have said.” Lorna replied, rubbing her foot.

She looked to Veronica for some further guidance as to what to do but she was a little preoccupied trying not to be killed. Scanning the dark car park Lorna spied a discarded metal pole. This has to work. Returning to the guy’s exposed penis she held the pole high above her head and with all her strength brought it crashing down on to the shaft.

Nothing.

Lorna inspected the pole which had bent slightly before gazing back at the unscathed penis which still stood proud with no sign of the assault that had just been carried out upon it.

More confused than angry she begun hitting the seemingly invincible cock repeatedly with the pole.

“Why”

Thwack!

“Won’t”

Thwack!

“You”

Thwack!

“Fucking”

Thwack!

“Work!!!”

Then it broke….

Not the penis as Lorna had hoped but instead the metal pole. Veronica turned around looking for a positive sign that her ordeal would soon be over but all she saw was Lorna gesturing to the damaged weapon with a shrug.

With her panic rising and her strength failing Veronica knew that it was only matter of time before her death would come. She couldn’t really blame the blonde, she had tried her best albeit probably not with the initial enthusiasm she would have expected. But if repeatedly hitting this guy between the legs with a metal pole is not going to stop him then what possibly could? She could feel her muscles relax as her body began to shut down and her mind accepting her fate.

Lorna stared helplessly as the strong arms of the guy began to get a firmer hold on the bride. She had tried to save her but now could do nothing but watch the gruesome conclusion which she had failed to prevent. There must be something else she can do? But what?

It was unclear why Lorna chose to do what she did next. Maybe, at the moment of desperation she hoped that she did possess some odd super power. Perhaps, she just opted to revert to her go-to talent. Or it could be that she just really wanted to suck on that desirable black cock and felt the best time to do it was why he was distracted.

But that is what she did. Lorna lowered to her knees and gripped the thick shaft with both hands. Her lips wrapped round the dark, pulsating head as she fed his length into her mouth.

It was at this point that Veronica looked round, perhaps her intention was to take one last mournful look back before she died. She probably expected to see Lorna’s tearful face, a final look between them to recognise she was grateful for the attempts to save her. What she had not expected was to see Lorna sucking on her soon-to-be killer’s cock.

“Hello? What the fuck are you doing?” Veronica shouted rather indignantly.

She would have continued. Gladly in her final moments to have unleashed a tirade of abuse at the blonde who had chosen now to be an opportune moment to perform oral sex. But just as Veronica went to spend her final breath swearing at Lorna she was interrupted by a wet popping sound. The relief she felt of her attacker’s grip loosening was quickly replaced by a sticky feeling between her legs and a reminder she was not wearing panties.

She fell back on top of her attacker and saw the bloody mess where his head should have been.

“What did you do?” Veronica asked turning to Lorna who was in the process of dry-retching onto the floor.

Lorna crawled and sat against the front of the car. All she could do was shrug. She had no clue what she did or indeed what was going on. She looked up and saw Veronica standing over her, her confused expression illuminated by the headlights of the car. Such was Veronica’s preoccupation of the strange turn of events she did not notice a piece of the guy’s brain drop from between her legs. Lorna did and continued with her dry-retching.

Veronica waited until Lorna had stopped throwing up before she declared what she wished to do next.

“I need to go to the hotel” she said “I need to make sure everyone is okay.”

Lorna had other ideas, still reeling from the events that had occurred she replied “Hun, I think we need to go find help.”

“Where? Who? Look there are loads of people back at the hotel. You know…safety in numbers” Veronica said, casting an eye back towards the woodlands “Plus my evening guests will be arriving soon.”

Lorna run her hands through her hair as her gaze fell upon the headless body of the attacker. She was attracted to Veronica’s suggestion of safety but remained troubled by what was happening.

“I dunno maybe go to a Police station. Tell them what happened…If anyone can believe this shit.” Lorna concluded with a laugh, she was back to the same problem that had preoccupied her just before Veronica arrived. Her thoughts returned to the other headless corpse which still remained in the car. One guy’s head exploding after a blowjob was strange enough but two? Something was going on but without the slightest clue what that something was how could she decide what was best to do. How could she explain it to anyone?

“But town is miles away.” Veronica said, interrupting Lorna’s contemplation of events “The hotel is just up the road. Look, we can go there. It’ll be safe and we can work out what happened.”

Veronica had a point. Whatever, was going on trying to make sense of it all in a deserted dark car park was hardly the place. Plus, Lorna’s stomach was rumbling and she presumed that Veronica would have put on a nice buffet for her guests. Maybe there would be chicken nuggets.

Lorna got to her feet and nodded her agreement to accompany Veronica to the hotel “However, we do have one thing to deal with before we go.”

“What?”

Lorna opened the driver’s door and indicated the headless corpse that occupied the seat. “What are we going to do with him?” she asked.

Whilst the temptation was just to leave both of the dead bodies in the car park it was agreed albeit with some reluctance that they needed to take them on their journey. Admittedly, neither Lorna nor Veronica were thinking entirely clearly but if they were to go to the hotel and tell all what had happened it would probably be best to have some proof.

Although, Veronica’s nearest and dearest would be present, even they might find it difficult to believe that a guy’s head just simply exploded. They did discuss whether they should mention the reason why the deceased guys no longer had heads and it was agreed to only mention it if anyone asks. They hoped that the assembled guests would just simply accept they are headless without pushing for further information as to how that came to be.

Having decided that the two corpses would be coming along with them the next issue was where to put them. The obvious place was in the trunk of the car but actually getting them in there proved to be quite difficult.

Firstly, removing the guy from the front seat was far more troublesome and time consuming than it ought to have been. To be fair neither had ever removed a headless corpse seated in an upright position from a car before. It would have been quicker if Lorna and Veronica had not spent minutes arguing who was going to unhook the seat belt. Veronica argued that as Lorna killed him she should be the one to unhook him. Lorna’s only retort was that she didn’t want to do it.

Therefore she leaned over to unclip him, the button dripped with blood and other matter. She gagged as she reached round to release him, his penis still stood proud and Lorna whacked her face on it several times during the task. Eventually, after much fumbling and gagging she heard the satisfying click and the sight of the belt retracting. Returning to Veronica she expected some praise but was just met with the belated suggestion of “Wouldn’t it have been easier if you had reached in from the passenger’s side?”

With the dead body unrestrained the next step was to get him out of the car. This was relatively simple albeit a little bit messy. Lorna grabbed the bloody shoulder and just pulled on him, he flopped out landing on the floor with a squelch. They had to pause moving onto the next phase whilst both women threw up a little.

The final part of actually getting the cadavers into trunk was the most difficult. It started slowly with Veronica protesting that she could not possibly lift a dead body as it would ruin her dress. Lorna pointed out the bottom of her dress which was stained in the blood of her attacker; a good ten minutes was then spent with Lorna comforting a distraught Veronica and telling her she still looked beautiful.

Although it was only a couple of feet from where the bodies lay to the trunk it may as well have been miles for the effort it took to move them. No sooner had they gone a few inches but Veronica would drop the body screaming “It touched me! It touched me”. When they got moving again Lorna would have to pause why she dry-retched again.

Eventually, they managed to get both inside which had required some rearrangement, clearly hatchbacks were not designed to fit two dead bodies in the trunk. Any pride they felt over their macabre achievement quickly diminished when they attempted to shut the lid. A quick slam of saw the indentation of the head of the attacker’s penis form in the top before the trunk popped open again. Lorna slammed the lid down several times upon the firm meat until it eventually burst through the metal.

Eager to be away from the eeriness of the deserted car park they decided to leave the trunk open and just make their way to the hotel. As they pulled away they heard the sickening squelch as the attacker’s body as it rolled out onto the ground. Exhausted and reluctant to go through the effort of getting him back in the trunk again Lorna just drove off without him. One body would be enough proof.

The route to the hotel took them up a small dirt path sandwiched between woodland either side. Veronica played with the radio on the way there desperate to see if there was any news that could explain the strange phenomenon they had experienced. All she kept getting was static. That sound combined with the gloominess of the straight dirt road made Lorna feel uneasy. They had chosen to go to the hotel for safety, she really hoped it would be there. She could see through the dimness the outline of the hotel. What she really wanted to see when they arrived would be a party in full swing, that those present being perfectly oblivious to the events that had occurred.

As she drove to the spacious grounds of the hotel Lorna’s heart sunk. Illuminated by the headlights was a scene of carnage. Adorning the front of the hotel was this beautiful water feature. Yet the beauty was marred by decapitated bodies that filled the spacious bowl. The water now run thick with blood. The hotel was not to be their sanctuary.

“Oh my God! No! Please no!”. whimpered Veronica, tears streaming down her eyes.

Lorna put the car in reverse her instincts told her to get out of this place right now. She had no idea where to go but at that moment it was anywhere else. But before she could turn the car around Veronica rushed out and ran towards the entrance, ignoring Lorna’s cries of “Get back in the fucking car!”

Lorna listened to the car engine hum and cursed loudly as she whacked the steering wheel “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She reluctantly got out of the vehicle in pursuit of Veronica. She had joined her here with thoughts of safety and chicken nuggets. Now her only thought was to save Veronica because if the sounds of screams was any indication she had ran into a whole lot of trouble.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 11 – Fell8: The Part With A Wedding

I love him so much but….

Veronica thought this countless times a day. She truly did love Richard but… There she goes again.

He was remarkably handsome, with a perfectly square jaw line, piercing blue eyes and wonderful blonde hair that naturally fell into place but…

He was successful too. Already rising through the ranks of a Corporate law firm. He would make Partner within a few years and financially the perfect life would follow but….

Richard was kind, a supporter of many humanitarian charities and always treated Veronica impeccably. He was utterly devoted to her and would not wait for special occasions such as Valentine’s day or birthdays to surprise her with some token of his love but…

For her part she loved him with all her heart. When he had proposed marriage to her she felt genuine excitement. He was her Prince and she was his Princess. Veronica knew this fairytale would last forever but…

He had an incredibly small penis.

It wasn’t just below average in size, it was ridiculously small. Veronica had often joked during the early part of their relationship that he reminded her of a doll she used to play with as a child; perfect teeth, perfect smile, great abs. The first time they had sex she pulled down his underwear and was faced with the same anatomical features.

Framed against his wonderfully muscular thighs his penis just looked odd. It was as if it had been attached as some minor after thought.

Sex with Richard was therefore incredibly unremarkable. Most of the time she could hardly feel him inside her. He barely touched the sides. She only knew that he had finished when he rolled off her. There were occassions she was on top and he had to, rather embarrassingly, advise her she’d been riding thin air for the past five minutes.

Richard knew she faked any enjoyment during sex. They never spoke about it, it was their elephant in the room; although perhaps using an animal with such a large appendage was not the most appropriate metaphor.

Despite the lack of sexual fulfilment Veronica dutifully remained loyal to him. Not once did she stray. She did truly love him after all.

It was therefore with some hesitancy that she sat in the Bridal Suite of the hotel staring at the bulge of a particularly large black cock, which most certainly did not belong to Richard.

Veronica had not planned on having an illicit liason, especially  not on her actual wedding day.  She had plenty of opportunity to get her feel of an actual sized penis during their five year relationship, but the fact remained she loved him. She had received countless offers to have sex with others but declined them all. Richard was all she wanted.

However it was during the wedding ceremony a thought had invaded her mind. The Vicar was making a big deal about Richard and her spending the rest of their lives together. Then without a warning a voice inside her muttered;

You’ll only have his penis for the rest of your life.

It caught her totally by surprise and she stumbled through the rest of her vows. The assembled guests presuming she was tearful due to the emotion of the day.

During the photographs this thought grew making it difficult for her to concentrate. An elderly couple approached to give their best wishes and through a forced smile all Veronica could think was;

Just his tiny penis for fifty or more years!

This was then followed by wondering if, as he got older, his manhood would shrivel with age. Would that even be possible?

It was these thoughts that led her to approach the handsome dark stranger. To brush her fingers over his groin and give him a look that could only mean one thing. If she just had it once then she could live the rest of her life blissfully with Richard.

So with everyone downstairs waiting for the evening’s celebration to commence she found herself in her room ready to put these intrusive thoughts to rest once and for all.

Veronica had contemplated stripping out of her wedding dress but with everyone waiting for her she would not have the time to get it back on. Therefore she slipped off her panties ready to climb on top of her mysterious lothario and then back downstairs in time for the first dance.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him approach. His cock bulging through his tight trousers, she could almost see it throb. Her eyes momentarily lowered, perhaps a pang of guilt of what was about to occur.

Please forgive me Richard I’m doing this for us.

She became bathed in a shadow as he stood over her. His hands on the top of her head, moving down through salon styled hair to her thin neck.

She could see his impressive bulge closer, perhaps it was a trick of the light but she swore it was going to burst through the fabric of his trousers. His grip round her neck began to tighten.

“Hey not so rough” she said, trying to slap his hands away.

Rather than releasing his grip he squeezed harder and any arousal she may have felt quickly turned  to panic.

His large hands easily wrapped round her throat, thumbs digging into her trachea. Veronica tried desperately to release his hold, nails clawing away at his thick fingers.

She had no idea why this was happening but as he continued to squeeze she really did not have the time to contemplate his motives. But if she was to be found strangled to death on her wedding day this guy better have a fucking good reason for doing so.

Breathing was becoming harder and Veronica began spluttering as her hands flailed widely, slapping and clawing away at his muscular arms.

If it weren’t for the black spots flashing before her eyes she would have noticed that his cock had in fact burst through the confines of his trousers. Although it would have been unlikely Veronica be in any mood to perform oral sex. She was no longer concerned with penises of any size she just wanted to not die.

Okay life. Lesson learned. I’m not going to cheat on my husband.

Veronica knew she was moments away from her life being extinguished, when the black spots would merge plunging her into eternal darkness. She needed to do something. Find a weakness. Make him break his constricting hold.

Through the flailing and choking  she remembered something her Mother had once said;

If a guy ever attacks you kick him in the balls’

Her Mother had passed on other useful advice but that one seemed the most appropriate for her predicament. So she kicked her attacker hard between the legs, the pointed toe of her expensive shoes making perfect contact.

Yet he did not fall to the ground as Veronica had hoped. He didn’t even flinch. She tried again putting all her weight behind another hefty kick, yet it produced the same result.

He leant in harder clearly sensing Veronica’s demise was imminent. One final desperate kick did not bring him down but the combined momentum of his lunge and Veronica’s kick pushed them both back.

It was a momentary respite. Veronica took a gasping breath as his grip loosened. The feeling of her lungs being filled with precious air gave her hope that she may escape this deadly encounter. She can survive this.

Then she went through the window.

Her assailant followed her with his hands still firmly round her neck.

They say in the moments before you die your life flashes before your eyes. All Veronica could think of was how all rather embarrassing this is going to look. When they find her she’ll be dead, wearing no panties and with a guy laying on top of her with his cock out. Richard would be devastated.

She also wished that she had chosen somewhere on the ground floor to have this liason.

If her intended infidelity was being punished then during the descent towards her death life decided she had learned her lesson. Halfway down they hit a window box. This caused them to turn in mid air so he would be taking the full force of the inevitable collision with the floor below.

They hurtled downwards at speed with glass, wood and flowers joining them on this journey. To Veronica it all happened in slow motion. Her attacker still relentlessly squeezed her throat. He only broke his grip once they hit the ground with a sickening thud. As glass reigned down upon her she became consumed by the darkness.

Veronica spluttered back to life immediately aware of the pain that raged through her body but thankful she was still able to feel pain.

She hobbled over to a nearby bench where she contemplated what to do next. Go inside, tell Richard about the attack. Sure, she’d leave out a few details but her attacker lay dead on the floor so he wouldn’t be adding anything to the conversation.

She began to sob. It was her wedding day and someone had just tried to kill her. If he didn’t want to have sex with her he should have just said rather than  throttle her.

She may have intended to cheat on her husband before the ink had barely dried on the wedding certificate but the guy had tried to kill her. That made him worse. A lot worse.

She therefore felt no remorse that he was dead and Veronica turned towards where the lifeless body lay. One more look at the bastard who ruined her special day before she goes inside to tell her tale of woe.

As her eyes focused on where they had landed she was somewhat surprised to see nobody there. He had disappeared. She knew this was the correct spot because debris was spread around and a pool of blood indicated the point where skull had met concrete.

She stood up, rubbing her aching head with bewilderment. Silently, she walked towards the puddle of blood. Her quiet, slow progress towards the red ooze was disturbed by a noise from inside. Was that her assailant rampaging through the hotel?

Nope. He’s standing right in front of me

He lurched towards her blocking any chance of her reaching the sanctuary indoors.

What the hell is happening? It’s my wedding day!

There was only one thing to do and that was to run. Her only route was across the field towards a wooded area.

When she spent weeks agonising over what dress she would wear for her magical day there had been a number of requirements. It had to transform her into a princess, it had to look expensive and it absolutely must highlight her fantastic behind. As she commenced her escape she wished she had indicated a ‘must be able to outrun homicidal maniacs’ requirement.

The tightness of her dress meant she was unable to take a good stride. Veronica attended the gym three times a week and was in fact something of the sprinter at school. Yet the dress was so constricting it made her run like one of those wind up robots.

Thankfully, her pursuer was not fast. He lumbered behind, dragging his left leg, blood dripping down his face. A fall from height will do that to you. Veronica hoped he’d eventually pass out. But he didn’t and what he lacked in speed he made up for in tenacity. He showed no signs of giving up the chase.

Veronica encountered further hazards on route towards the woods. Her heel sunk into the soft wet ground further slowing her already sloth-like escape.

At one point her heel came completely off. Veronica looked back to see the embellished crystals glistening in the moonlight. Her eyes moved from her submerged shoe to the sight of her attacker still relentlessly pursuing her. Her survival instincts told her to leave the shoe where it was and continue towards the woods. But her shoe was so pretty, the sparkling crystals calling out to be rescued. Plus she remembered how much they cost her.

She hopped back to collect it, slipping it back on her foot with a few more hops. He was closer now but so was the safety of the woods. She turned and although her ribs cried out in pain, her head throbbed, her legs did not move and she had to retrieve her heel on another three occasions she managed to disappear into the wooded darkness.

Once there she leaned up against a tree and panted heavily. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the blackness created by the trees. It was quiet. Then she heard the sounds of branches cracking as her attacker joined her in the darkness.

At some point on her painfully slow journey towards the woods she had convinced herself that once inside her attacker would just give up. Why would someone relentless in trying to kill her dare follow her into a dark wooded area where no one would be around to save her?

Veronica immediately regretted her choice of sanctuary and now thought a better option would have been to do laps of the field until he bled out. Instead she had decided to run away from where everyone was and now found herself alone in the woods with someone intent on killing her.

Yet she desperately clung onto this fading hope that everything would be okay and she could return to her wedding celebration.  As she moved through the woods her dress snagged on protruding branches and bushes causing her to yelp in pain. Not because she was hurt but her dress was getting torn and would look awful in the photos of her first dance with Richard.

After every few feet of negotiating foliage that had no respect for a well designed dress she would pause. Turning back the darkness provided no assistance in locating her pursuer. It was only the crack of a branch that provided the much needed encouragement that she needed to go on.

Although exhausted and the state of her dress made her want to die she was buoyed by a light she saw ahead. Like a horse she bolted for it; well more like a horse wearing a very tight dress.

Thin, prickly branches lashed out at her providing the unneeded confirmation that she was in the domain of the attacker. Wood, mud, leaves and a discarded drinks can all conspiring to bring about her demise.

No! I will not die in these woods. In this dress. Not today.

Through gritted teeth she pushed towards the light emerging into a deserted car park. Her heart sank. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting the light would provide – a row of Police all with their guns out ready to shoot her attacker? A Bridal store that could fix up her dress? Anything?

She stood still ready to accept her deadly fate. She could not run anymore. She began to cry again. She would die here. Alone and in a ruined dress. She didn’t even get to see what was in the big present her Uncle Joel had given her.

Then out the corner of her eye she spied potential salvation. A solitary car and it was occupied.

Finding a final burst of energy she made her way towards the car. The door was open and the occupants were clearly in the midst of a carnal act. Their performance illuminated by the internal light.

She ran towards the front of the car. Her suspicions of the sex act confirmed. The female was stroking the male’s penis but… the male did not have a head.

Veronica screamed.

Lorna screamed.

The attacker screamed as he burst through the woods.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 9: Fell8 – The Part Where It Starts

I’ve killed him.

Lorna sat up and stared over at the lifeless body that occupied the driver’s seat.

Moments earlier she had been engaged in some fervent sucking of the recently departed’s cock. Lorna was good at oral sex, it was her thing.

Her peers may excel at sports or have the business acumen to be a CEO of a large corporation but Lorna doubted that any of them could suck cock quite as good as her.

Perhaps her skill did not have the same sort of prestige. Her peers now enjoying accolades coupled with more money that they could conceivably spend but Lorna at least would get a high five and some chicken nuggets as a reward for her talent.

Now in her mid twenties she had floated through most of life without a single care. It was not perfect by any means, ending up in countless dead end jobs that kept her stuck in a crummy flat. Yet whenever she would curse her poor decision making she always sought solace in her talent.

That is what she tried to focus on as she desperately tried to avoid looking at the corpse next to her. At the same time she was eager not to glimpse her reflection in the window. If she saw the consequence of what had occurred it would be too much. Feeling it run down her face was bad enough.

She was beginning to panic, fumbling for her phone as she desperately tried to control her breathing. Who could she call? Paramedics? Police? How the hell was she going to explain what had just happened.

‘Hi, yes.. can you send an ambulance I just gave my boyfriend a great blowjob and he died’

Lorna let out a scream. No way was she telling them that… he wasn’t her boyfriend!

He was just some guy she had met only a few hours beforehand. She had felt compelled to give him a blowjob because he had offered her a lift home in the rain and made the attractive decision to pick up some nuggets on the way.

Even if she went with ‘death by sucking’ it wouldn’t really explain why he…..Lorna let out another scream.  Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes but she dare not look in the mirror to check if her mascara was running. Neither did she want to touch her face in case it was not tears she was wiping away.

Lorna took a deep breath and said out loud “Think. Come on. Go over what just happened”

Not that doing so would help the poor dead soul next to her but at least she could get her story straight before the Police turned up.

She needed to be certain that she would not be blamed for his death. It was not so much the thought of prison but the indignity of the Trial that disturbed her most. All the sordid details of her lover’s demise would be laid bare, much to her shame.

No doubt the tabloids would have a field day. Exclusive interviews with previous beneficiaries of her oral skills, describing in detail how good it was and for dramatic effect how relieved they were to have escaped death. What would they call her? The papers always come up with a nauseating name for killers, The Sucking Siren?

Her anxiety was building again and she began hyper-ventilating. Everything had been normal, he was hard, she had leant over gripping his member between her fingers. Lorna liked to do this thing where she would circle her tongue around the throbbing head all the while stroking the shaft. He had let out moan, nothing unusual there, she was expecting it. In fact she would have been offended if he hadn’t.

Her lips had enveloped the bulbous tip, she slowly proceeded to slide down the length prompting a further moan from the proud owner of this average cock.

Lorna was momentarily distracted by a hissing sound coming from the radio. It had definitely been on when she was sucking him because there was some sort of countdown and Lorna thought it would be amusing if she could make him orgasm before it had finished.

She therefore had increased the speed to which her lips moved up and down his shaft. This prompted more primal moans to emanate and she felt his hand on the back of her head.

Curiously, it was if he was trying to prise her off his cock rather than push her down further. She had just taken that as a sign of impending ejaculation. This suited Lorna because her mind was already drifting towards going home and watching something on TV.

So she had continued to bob her head up and down as fast as she could. His grip had tightened round her hair, he was hurting her a little but she was used to them getting a bit rough.

The Countdown on the radio had almost finished and when it reached ‘1’ her lover was making all manner of strange noises. Gurgling throaty moans as he gripped harder, his other hand flailing all about the place and hitting the window.

She knew she was good at this but even Lorna had not experienced such a reaction. This guy was about to explode.

And then he did.

Literally exploded.

Just as the countdown reached zero he had let out a roar. She could feel his cock harden, his body tense, all the usual signs of orgasm and then she got covered in it.

Not the warm, salty liquid she was used to but more a sticky, rusty smelling fluid as his head just burst, causing all manner of blood and matter to rain down on her head, which still bobbed up and down…

I was still sucking off a dead guy…

That thought alone was enough to send Lorna opening the passenger door and promptly vomiting. The chicken nuggets she had so enjoyed earlier splashing half digested on the gravel floor below.

.. I kept on sucking him whilst his brain was exploding over me.

More vomiting as the alcohol that had made the evening possible joined the nuggets unceremoniously onto the floor.

Lorna sat with her head out of the door, briefly enjoying the cool night air brushing over her clammy face. It was a a peaceful night, the only sound were sirens in the distance. She closed her eyes, taking in more of the cool breeze. She told herself that as soon as she opened them he would be there, his head back in place and all would have just been a dream. Nothing more than a cruel conspiracy between alcohol and her mind.

She slowly turned her head towards the driver’s seat, her eyes still firmly shut.

Please still have a head. Please still have a head.

Lorna’s eyes would not open. Her brain even in its frazzled state still tried to protect her from any further damage. But even her brain knew that it could not keep her from the horrific realisation forever.

So after three eyes open. One. Two. Three.

Oh fuck! He still doesn’t have a head.

More vomiting ensued but with her stomach empty she was reaching. Like a wolf may howl at the moon she was screaming at the putrid puddle below her.

After each hacking retch she would turn back to the body to once again confirm it did not have a head before returning to her screaming at the puddle.

This bizarre cycle continued for about fifteen minutes. Even her brain was unclear what she was hoping to achieve.

His head isn’t going to grow back you know.

Eventually Lorna relented with this futile pursuit and once again focused on what she was going to do.

Here she was in an empty car park with a guy who’s head had just exploded. She knew the area well enough to know that there were a few hotels nearby, she could go and seek help. But finding help wasn’t the issue. It’s what she was going to say.

‘Hi.. So, funny story. Giving this guy a blowjob and his head just burst… No. No.. His actual head.. Anyway come give us a hand?’

Lorna tapped her phone against her leg. She’s going to have to call the Police, there was simply no other option. But they’ll ask questions, like ‘ what were you doing in the car’ and ‘what the fuck has happened to his head’.

She doubted that the sudden and somewhat bloody absence of his head could be explained away by an underlying medical condition. Sure, if he had stopped breathing it could just be his heart or asthma. But an exploding head?

Lorna began to cry. No one would believe her. She would be branded a murderer. She let out a moan as she pictured the tagline the tabloids would use;

She likes to give head then take it.

Her breathing was becoming erratic. She wasn’t a bad person. She thought she had that agreement with life. She would never have any real aspirations and life leaves her alone. Yet for some reason life had decided it would be fun to leave her in a deserted car park with a headless corpse.

How could this have happened?

Had she acquired some strange super power? The ability to literally blow minds with her lips? However cool that may be it would make her culpable in his demise. She didn’t want to be responsible for what happened. There must be a rational reason why in the midst of a blowjob the recipient’s head would explode.

She could feel the panic begin to growl in her stomach soon to rise up through her throat and be released as bile onto the ground once more.

There was only one thing for it, she was going to have to dump the body. Her brain mulled over what initially seemed a perfectly reasonable suggestion.

No body. No crime. Right? She peered out in the thick darkness and it seemed life was willing to give her a hand with this predicament as the moon perfectly illuminated a small wooded area.

Just bury the body. Except she had no spade and a quick recon around the car revealed nothing that would be useful to dig a hole with.

Buy a spade. Whilst Lorna had always welcomed the convenience of late night shopping, she had seen enough crime programmes to know you don’t go buying spades late at night. She may as well just ask the cashier if they stock ‘Burying Bodies For Dummies’.

Just dump the body, it has no head after all. Unrecognisable. However much the thought of dragging a corpse into the woods appalled Lorna practically it was possible.

What about DNA? Well they had kissed but he had no head so that was not a problem but…

Oh fuck!

Lorna’s gaze fixed on his cock which still stood proud.

Welcome to DNA Central.

She stared transfixed at his member which strangely appeared larger. Lorna just looked at it until her brain offered another suggestion.

Cut his cock off.

No head. No cock. No crime.

Could she honestly mutilate someone? She begun to cry again and reached for her bag to grab a tissue. That’s when she saw it, a nail file. Her eyes moved back and forth from the shiny object to the hard cock.

With her hand shaking she pulled the file out and slowly moved it towards the erect member. Bile filled her throat, gagging as she gripped the tip of his penis, the file millimetres from the base of his shaft.

She gulped the bile back down her throat but her stomach immediately rejected the return and she began to gag more as she dug the file in to the skin.

Having never before cut off a penis Lorna did not quite know what to expect. She was expecting blood to come shooting out, yet that did not happen. Bizarrely, it felt like she was slicing into metal.

The file did not appear to be making any progress into the shaft. It just scraped along the surface until it snapped.

Lorna looked at the broken object then back at the penis which showed no sign of her attempted mutilation. How curious.

She returned to her bag hoping to find a better tool. As she rifled through the contents she knew it would be a futile exploration. Whilst she always had to triple check that she remembered her keys, she definitely knew she had not packed a machete.

Indeed, her bag seemed to be nothing more than a depository for those moist cleaning tissues you get from a takeaway restaurant … Plus a lot of tiny bags of salt.

She removed all the tissues from their packaging and began to wipe the dashboard, steering wheel and anywhere that may contain traces of Lorna. During this process she was quite pleased with herself. It was proof that she hadn’t wasted any of her life watching bland Cop shows and there was good reason to keep all those moist tissues.

All that remained was to clean the dead guy’s penis. She wrapped two tissues around the shaft and quickly rubbed up and down.

It was during this process that a loud bang startled Lorna. She quickly snapped her head towards the newly cleaned windscreen and staring back at her was a female. Her heart began to pound. This unknown woman was a witness.

A witness to her basically giving a handjob to a headless corpse.

A witness in a wedding dress.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 8 : Fell8 – The Part Before The Start

Lorna

Lorna stared out of the window and watched the rain drops collect on the windscreen. She liked how an individual drop would land on the glass and slowly slide downwards, gathering pace whilst collecting others on its journey.

The car radio was on but she was barely paying attention, this particular station had stopped playing any songs ages ago instead opting to have overly excitable reports about the Premiere of a new movie that was happening in London later.

She used her sleeve to wipe the condensation from the window and through the rain soaked screen she could just make out a couple holding hands, pausing briefly to share a kiss.

Lorna allowed herself to daydream, squinting her eyes through the blur so she could just make out the romantic couple.  The female had blonde hair and was in her late twenties just like Lorna . It was clear from the way the male companion held her that they were madly in love.

Lorna sighed. Maybe one day she would find someone special, that person who adored her for ever more. She was pretty enough but as she watched the male protectively shield his lover from the rain she knew deep down that she would never get to experience such devotion.

She had made too many questionable decisions to ever be worthy of such a life. Lorna closed her eyes tight, turning her head away from the amorous couple.

When she opened them again she was presented with his gormless, smiley face. The momentary daydream of the life not lived had made her almost forget about him.

She followed his eyes down towards his lap where he eagerly stroked his penis. Lorna allowed herself one last look back at the couple before lowering herself towards his lap.

Hoshi

Hoshi swore if one more guy dare touched her arse she would do some damage.

Can’t a tall, attractive Japanese female in her thirties wear a skin tight outfit that accentuates every curve without having guys pawing all over her? The answer should be yes but the reality was very different.

She was an experienced cosplayer and knew what to expect. Perhaps she was just jet lagged from her flight over to London and therefore a little over sensitive.

Stop moaning Hoshi and just enjoy yourself.

Hoshi concluded the amount of attention she was receiving was due to her choice of outfit.  She had gone all out and designed a very tight fitting version of a uniform worn by a character in an upcoming Sci-fi movie. Skin tight royal blue latex with a section cut out at the front to show off her ample cleavage.

The movie was only getting it’s Premiere tonight yet already the hype was unreal, destined to break every box office record.  It had been Hoshi’s intention to go straight from the convention to where the Premiere was being held, but the crowds… there would be touching.. endless touching.

Hoshi turned to leave the convention and decided instead to just go back to the hotel. As she began to walk she noticed a cute guy had been staring at her. She dropped her purse and slowly bent over to pick it up.

Just one more look then before I go.

Veronica

She ran her slender fingers along the length of her white nylon clad leg. She loved the feel of the bridal lingerie and would be sad to take it off as it would signal the end of her magical day where all eyes had been on her.

Veronica looked in the mirror and adjusted her tiara, she felt just like a princess. She smiled as she looked round the honeymoon suite of the Country Club that had been the venue for her dream day.

She never wanted it to end, wanted to savour every moment.

Everyone, including her gorgeous husband, was down stairs waiting for her to take his hand and glide to the dance floor for this fairytale to continue.

She tidied her long brunette hair and touched up her make-up. Her attention was drawn from the reflection of her pretty face to the man who entered the room; tall, dark and so incredibly handsome.

She could see the unmistakable outline of his impressive manhood as he strode towards her. She smiled. She had meant every word she had said to Richard when they exchanged vows. She would remain loyal, dutiful and be the perfect wife. But he need not know about this stranger in her room.

Her and Richard would have the rest of their lives but she just wanted that little bit more attention. After all, it was her day.

Elena

Elena stood at the sink, her hands deep in a bowl of soapy water. She could sense him behind her.

She knew that as soon as his wife had left to go and host some outside broadcast for a World Premiere that was happening that he would not hesitate to take advantage of being alone with her.

They would do it in the kitchen. He would have her wherever the mood took him but never in the bedroom. He would be quick, no doubt just slip in from behind and it will be over before she has had a chance to dry the soap from her hands.

She would put up no protest, just submit herself to his horny whim. He would not say a word to her afterwards, clearly racked with guilt. The only thing he ever said was to remind Elena not to tell his wife.

She never would say anything, Elena needed this job. She had been in England for only a few years, arriving from Romania barely out of her teens.

It may seem to an outsider she was just a lowly maid but here she was living in a three million pound house in the poshest part of London, why would she ruin that. Other girls like her had fallen into becoming an Escort to make ends meet. All she had to do was just allow him to use her everyone once in and while.

Her short dark hair stood on end as she felt his breath on the nape of her neck.

Taylor

Taylor stared at her shapely buttocks in the mirror.  Talk about being typecast, a girl from Georgia dressed in low cut tight jean shorts, checked shirt tied up at the waist, all finished off with boots and a hat.

She would certainly stick out in the crowd, the majority of which were in their finest tuxedos and ball gowns.

It had been the idea of the producers that the more minor characters should come to the Premiere dressed in their movie costume. She played the sassy bartender, she wouldn’t have minded so much but it was nearly winter in London and had been raining all day.

Jeez does the sun ever shine in this country.

Taylor unbuttoned the top of her shirt so that her plentiful bosoms clearly showed.  She was only in the movie for a brief moment but she did get to say one line;

“Y’all best leave this mess to me” she repeated back to her reflection before smiling, her long blonde hair perfectly framing her dazzling white teeth.

There would be a lot of important people here tonight. Her agent told her this movie was going to be huge, the most successful in history… And she was in it.

Tonight was her opportunity to make it big. No more waiting tables, this was it.

You’re gonna be a star.

She leaned and kissed the mirror leaving a perfect red lip stick mark. Giggling to herself she could hear the sound of heavy breathing coming from one of the cubicles, that unmistakable sound of passion.

Well looks like someone is starting this party early.

Merci

“Quick! Help me” Merci screamed to a stage hand as she struggled to wriggle into a 12 inch strap on.

It was her big finish, one she had performed countless times in her twenty years with her band Merci and the Masturbators.

As the final long deafening chords to their crowd favourite Life is just a dildo played she would emerge on stage stroking her large plastic dong. A big ‘fuck you’ to everything, to everyone.

The crowd would go wild as she, with her blue hair sparkling in the spotlights and her tongue firmly stuck out, bent over and stroked it furiously.

She had noticed the crowd was slightly smaller tonight which was probably on account of the big Premiere happening down the road. Everyone wanting to get a glimpse of the big star, Miss Carmel Ash.

But here in this small hall she was the star. So fuck you Carmel Ash, fuck you music producers who thought her music was too edgy, fuck you organisers who wouldn’t let her drink from the bar for free. Fuck you all.

Angie

Beads of sweat ran down her perfectly smooth ebony face as she raced down the stairs.

Stumbling on the last step, Angie Raines cursed herself for choosing to wear heels. But how was she supposed to know that today would require her to run for her life.  She would have worn more suitable footwear.

It should have been a normal day working in the lab of Harmony Pharmaceuticals. Nothing during her dull commute to work, her normal purchase of a Toffee Latte and the usual fumbling for her security pass ought to have told her that today she would be running for her life. Hell, even the security guard gave her his normal jovial morning greeting.

Should she have realised what was about to happen sooner? Could she have warned everyone so it could all be stopped? These thoughts dominated her mind as she clumsily made her way down the stone steps.

Why had she not said anything? About 27 minutes earlier when she made the discovery it had all been so obvious. The true purpose staring right back at her.  Despite having multiple qualifications and being top in her field of genetics she had been too stupid to see what was happening.

No, it wasn’t stupidity. It was fear. She knew what they were intending but did not say anything. She feared losing her job, her career, to be pilloried by her peers. Being black and female had made it hard enough to advance in this career. She couldn’t risk it all by making wild accusations.  But the proof had been right there!

She let out a screech of pain as her ankle turned over misjudging the final step.  She deserved that for the role she has played in all this.

She ran as fast as she could to her car.  The underground car park was quiet, the only sound was the clip clopping of her heels.  This was soon accompanied by the sound of other footsteps, more heavier ones.

They know.

She tried to increase her pace but every quick step caused flashes of pain to shoot up her leg.  Maybe she should just give up. Let them do whatever they intended. It’s too late anyway.

She stopped turning to look at her pursuers as they gained ground on her quickly.

No. There is always a chance.

Kicking off her heels she made one last desperate stride towards her car.

Wendy

Everything was horrid!

Wendy L’Amour leaned against the wall drinking what must have been her third glass of wine in as many minutes.

This ought to have been her proudest moment. Her novel, the one she spent years tirelessly writing was being brought to life on the big screen.  Millions more people will finally get to experience her epic story; yet the reality was this had become her worst nightmare.

Six years of her life had been poured into this book. Sleepless nights revising and editing to create her opus – The Fell. It was an intergalactic love story about an androgynous alien species  (The Fell) who, although incapable of love, fall for the earthly charms of a human.

It was a beautiful story. Every moment of the book perfectly choreographed to evoke the intended emotional response from the reader. Wendy had been particularly proud of a 25 page love scene – no mean feat considering The Fell did not possess genitalia.

She emptied her glass and let out a groan as she recalled that moment she sold her soul to the Devil.  In this instance, her soul was the rights to her book and The Devil was one Miss Carmel Ash.

She should have just refused. The book was selling well but perhaps giddy with her 4.6 out of 5 rating she had wanted more.

Her relationship with Carmel Ash started pretty badly and very quickly got worse.  Wendy recalled their first meeting where Carmel just sat there, her eyes covered by sunglasses, expressionless.

The bitch never smiles.

It was Carmel’s assistant that did all the talking; he was a weasly looking man who Wendy disliked. No sooner had the ink dried on the contract all the promises made went out the window. She wouldn’t be writing the screenplay, instead some arrogant upstart got that job and he changed everything.

By the time that little shit had finished with it her beautiful story was unrecognisable. Gone was the idea of love transcending everything and instead The Fell has been turned into horny little aliens.

The conflict was no longer internal, metaphors of the struggles with one’s identity and the expectation of society, it was now an actual fucking space war.

Wendy should have known it’ll be a disaster.  Especially when the only thing the Director of this CGI fuck up had previously done was a movie about fucking killer squirrels.

Wendy was distracted from her self loathing by a very attractive, leggy blonde in jean hot pants walked past en route to the bathroom.

And what has a fucking cowgirl got anything to do with it!

She would have continued with this internal rebuke but the lights went out. A dazzling light display accompanied by some  enthusiastic drumming signalled the arrival of the woman responsible for Wendy’s rage.

Carmel Ash dressed in a futuristic silver outfit walked up to the podium; her image portrayed on a big screen above her. The crowd cheered her arrival as the fit-inducing light show went into overdrive.

In a painfully stage managed way, she lifted her manicured hands above her head and brought them crashing down on an oversized red button in front of her.

The lights disappeared leaving everyone in darkness, the only illumination were the faint glow of hundreds of smart phones suddenly being thrust up into the air. The drums stopped and there was silence save for a few whoops and cheers amongst the assembled crowd.

Then emblazoned in the night sky of London a countdown appeared.

10

The crowd excitably begun to cheer and completely out of sinc joined in the countdown

9

Wendy looked up at the large numbers which seemed to signal the countdown to confirmation of the dissolution of her soul.

8

Angie screamed as her car failed to start.  Every day for five years it had started perfectly. Only when she is about to be killed by a number of unknown assailants does it decide to play up.

7

Merci stroked her giant strap on while mouthing ‘fuck you’.  This would normally rile them up but tonight they seemed more agitated.

You still got it, girl!

6

Taylor was about to leave the restroom when she heard a moan followed by a loud thud.

“Hey” she called out “You guys okay in there?”

There was no response and concerned she walked towards the cubicle.

5

Elena felt him pressed up against her. He seemed more aroused than he had ever been. His hands reaching round her, gripping her tight. This was going to be rough.

He seemed angry.

4

Veronica’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped as her dark stranger walked towards her.  He was virtually bursting through his trousers.

She was sure that was lust he had in her eyes.

3

Hoshi felt his hands grip her buttocks.

“Hey! Look but don’t touch” she exclaimed.

But the owner of these wandering hands gripped tighter. The momentum caused her to fall to the ground with the mysterious groper on top of her.

2

With her mouth full all Lorna could think was she wished he’d shut up.  His deep breathing and low moans were starting to become an annoyance. She felt like stopping to enquire if he was asthmatic.

She felt his hand on the back of her head as he gripped her hair tight.  Really tight.

1

The crowd were too preoccupied with the countdown to notice what was going on.

Carmel Ash just stood there, her eyes transfixed, a smile appearing on her lips.

The bitch never smiles

0

The world was about to turn to shit.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 7 : Fell8 Revisted

Having just celebrated my one year on Twitter followed by the first anniversary of this website another milestone is fast approaching – The first anniversary of when I started writing Fell8.

Fell8 was my first outright piece of fiction I wrote.

If truth be told I should have finished it by now. If I had my way I’d have finished about four stories by now but there we go.

Fell8 is a quite a special story to me. Not only is it a fun tale to write but it reminds me of some hilarious threads I was involved in during my early days on Twitter.

The idea for this story spawned from two discussions with the awesome Wednesday Noir, the lovely Daniele Light and the super Clara Zaynn.

The first was how’d we all fair in an old school horror movie and the second related to surviving a zombie apocalypse.

My answer to both was the same – I’d be having sex. At some point during the conversation and it may have been me who said it, I was sucking off zombies to survive the apocalypse.

And so the idea of Fell8 was born. Yet it wasn’t to be erotica. Indeed Fell8 (which in case you didn’t know is a play on the word fellate) was to signal my move away from erotica that I had concentrated on with the Of Selina series.

It was not necessarily a conscious decision but having decided that my zombies could only be killed by a blowjob it didn’t seem to work to have an explicit details.

Whilst the story is littered with references to penis I felt it worked simply as a bizarre way to kill someone.

Indeed, whilst there is humour in Fell8 a lot of that comes from the situation of how they have to kill the zombies.

Replace this unique method with the more traditional sword or gun and it’s just a straightforward zombie apocalypse story. But by making the main characters all female and having the only way to kill the advancing horde is by performing a sex act, you’d be surprised how many storylines open up.

I also wanted it to be very character driven and the eight main characters are all loosely based/inspired by some of my closest chums on Twitter.

The structure of each chapter intentionally plays out as if it were an episode of a TV series.

It was fun plotting each ‘episode’ especially as more than once I would say to myself ‘what creative way can I have them give a blowjob?!’

Violent. Ludicrous and completely wrong, it has been the funnest thing to write.

Therefore I could not simply leave it incomplete. Of all my stories I have started but failed to finish Fell8 would hurt the most.

Fell8 also marked my first foray into Wattpad, which equally hasn’t gone to plan.

Indeed you would only find the opening of Fell8 on this website and so I’ve got an idea.

For the benefit of all those nervous about hopping over to Wattpad I’m going to bring the story so far over to here.

Then maybe we will see about completing the damn thing.

Good plan?