Clawed Heart Feast
Another very old story, one of which I am certainly not proud of. Please do not judge my writing or my personality on this garbage. This is my worst piece of writing and I'm only uploading it for sake of it being in my gallery and for other reasons. If YS had a 'scraps' section, just imagine that this is there.
It's basically a very misanthropic fantasy I used to have back in my highschool days, inartistic and silly. I must make it abundantly clear that I no longer enjoy hearing/reading/writing crap like this. I am a completely different person now. But if you like this kinda shock writing, be my guest. Listen to death/black metal for this one. And let me know if there's anything messed up about this.
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CLAWED HEART FEAST
The glass was delicate and it broke easily against the wall, shrapnel flying into bits. A black-haired woman, after downing the contents--martini--had hurled it forward along with three of her friends. The sound of the shattering startled the bar tender and he moved towards the quartet--four humans, three female--and yelled at them to cease their destruction.
One of the females, the shortest, was fully inebriated from their alcoholic consumption that night. Her girlfriend continued to guzzle a bottle of something, beer or vodka, as she felt her lover's hands groping for her breasts. Being squeezed too hard, she grunted and spat the liquid from her mouth and it fell to drench her clothing. Turning to assault the girl, she was forced into a demanding kiss.
"Woo!" The only male of the group screamed, waving his hands through the air.
"Geez, guys. Get a fucking room." His girlfriend spoke sluggishly. She turned her heard towards him in order not to watch.
"Man!" He continued as the two other women began fondling and making out in a drunken frenzy. "I'm gonna get all three of you in bed tonight!"
"I'm not getting anywhere near lesbians." She protested. The least intoxicated of them all, she wore the least amount of makeup and more conservative clothes, like her boyfriend. Those other two were scantily donned in short skirts and tube tops, little else save for their high heels. The male regular attire: T-shirt, jeans.
The only reason the heterosexual couple was there was because of the other couple's anniversary. The third female had not been exactly looking forward to accompanying them on their outing.
Inspired with passion, after seeing the lesbians give each other a brief kiss, the male leaned over to his girl and tried the same. She grinned and prevented his intrusive tongue from entering her maw by pressing her fingers to his lips. Those nails on her digits were normal, unlike those plastic extensions of bright red the other lovers wore.
Most of their night had been spent here in the bar. It was a tiny thing situated far from the highway and hidden in the darkness of taller, industrial buildings. The neighborhood was not the sort of place one would expect a bar to be founded, but the access was convenient to those around it.
"We gotta go. One of the lesbians explained, pushing her lover away in order to gather her purse.
"Oh!" Gasped the other, "I'm driving!" No driving would commence. All four had walked here from their two apartments and both were close by. However, it was evening, the sun having disappeared long ago, and walking home in this area of the city could be dangerous.
Their two friends offered to walk them home, in order to add two bodies of protection, but they were refused. The male knew they would most likely be safe, for the older one had a pistol and the younger a knife. Those weapons would most likely prove useless, though, in their stupor.
Both women stumbled or ran towards the door, only about ten yards from their position. The remaining couple heard their incoherent hollering all the way down the alley and could even decipher it as they turned onto another street. Neither of them expected either woman to make it home before passing out and remaining in the street till morning.
"Well, if they're gone, I'm not staying here in this shit hole any longer." She told him.
"All right, let's go." He removed his wallet and presented the counter with a series of tens then moved towards the door. His girlfriend straightened her blouse and stepped to him,
He laughed at her response and reached to pull her closer, wrapping his arm around her thin waist. She was dizzy from her alcohol. Though she was not as drunk as the previous two girls were, she was still affected slightly by those few drinks. He was mostly sober, so he was confident in protecting her from potential muggers and the like.
He held the door open for her, the hinges of the wooden panel creaking loudly as it opened, but making no sound upon swinging closed. Both hominids stepped out into cold darkness. The temperature was a significant difference and caused a complaint from the female. He had no coat to offer her, unfortunately, so he sufficed to hold her close.
They moved along, her pointed heels clicking against the dirty, wet pavement and gravel of the alley.
This path was more dangerous than taking the long way around to the front and moving along the street. Here, there was most likely a lunatic hobo or drugged-up thug somewhere in those shadows along the wall. In her slight delirium, she lost interest in fear of being raped or robbed and relaxed against his body.
The male was fully alert, one hand around her body, another resting on a concealed pistol. The weapon was strapped to his belt, hidden by a long jacket, and was equipped with enough rounds to take out any threat or at least ward it off.
She looked up past the blackness of the buildings and into the grey sky. The woman could barely make out the waxing moon behind the clouds. Those clouds moved fast, indicating wind, but neither human could feel the wind. They could hear gusts rush above the buildings, fluttering of wings maybe, a shadow of something moving across the sky. Maybe it landed on the building adjacent to them.
"What was that?" He asked, halting and grabbing her close, immediately drawing his gun to point it forward into the unknown.
The female seized him and shot her vision in all directions, her eyes growing wide in panic at the supposed danger. She had heard nothing; she had seen nothing except the ground and her moving feet.
The man focused his attention straight ahead, slowly moving his visual scope upward. Above them, he had heard that flutter, wings or the flapping of a coat maybe, and had seen the shadow flash across the side of the building, the only part illuminated by the faint, white satellite in space.
Though she was not sure of what was going on, he knew he was not mistaken. There was something in their vicinity. She cringed in fear and held on tightly, the sound of the city so faded in the distance that she could only focus on their surroundings. The situation flooded her senses, the silence of the night bringing foreboding to her mind, and she could both hear and feel her pulse quicken as she paused her respiration to nothing.
He did the same, but would not allow himself to lose his mind over fear. There was something here, yes, but whether it was dangerous or simply something to ignore, he could not yet determine.
A full minute drove her crazy and she quietly demanded they continue. With a nod, he agreed and began stepping forward. Carefully placing each foot in front of the other, the two cautiously made their way only four meters before hearing terror.
Above, clicks sounded, a strange rustling, ticking noise that was both alarming and confusing. Scraping then, something dragging something against the coarse surface of the building. A displacement of a body, its limbs shuffling to move. Someone was up there, most likely staring down at them.
He turned to face the wall and look up, raising the pistol and pushing his lady away from him. She was startled by the force and stumbled on her footwear to keep from approaching the ground. She was going to suggest they simply run away, then another sound resounded and she screamed in fright.
To their immediate left, something crashed. Metal on metal, material not dense or heavy, like aluminum or tin. Thrashing then, something remaining just out of the moonlight flaying its limbs among a shower of trash. The black, plastic bag had been ripped to shreds and its contents strewn about frantically.
She screamed and covered her mouth as an assailant descended from above them. Down it landed, a tall, glistening biped, seizing the man's arms in both hands. Another shriek from the female, reaching forward in instinctive attempts to help.
He shouted in surprise, not as high-pitched as his lover's shout, and found both arms wrapped and pushed together by a group of arms. Four, sharp hands--gloves or some rough fabric maybe--but there was only one body here. The being was too tall to be human, though, and human beings do not have antennae or compound eyes.
The man stared at the monstrosity, but he would not believe a large beetle was attacking him. He scowled and fired the weapon, a loud pop and a projection of fast metal. It exploded against the shoulder of the being, the projectile passing through and leaving fragments of the being's body--its carapace--to fly though the air like shrapnel. The sound it made was not analogous with that of shooting a regular body though, this sounded more like a martini glass breaking, though this was definitely not glass.
The creature squeezed the human-s arms till he could not feel them, and his pistol dropped with a clank. It laughed, emitting a deep, phlegm-ridden sound, like someone with bronchitis and a rotting larynx.
The man began kicking, landing strong pummels against his captor, but the thing was not affected. Repositioning its hands to hold each of the human's arms with two claws, the monster jerked the limbs forwards and backwards, fracturing the forearm bones in each arm. All three beings could hear the skeletal parts within the human crack.
A horrid scream he let out then, groaning in agony as the bones broke through his flesh.
In her astounding panic, she could only watch in horror, but quickly ran to aid her injured friend, kneeling to pick up the gun. However, another rush of wind came and she was seized by a second monster.
Dashing up behind her, the second one--the one that had distracted the humans with its trashing--grabbed her with all four arms and tossed her through the air, projecting her body backwards.
The male only caught a glimpse of this. He immediately knew the odds of this encounter, and he was prepared to give as much of a battle as possible. Issuing more kicks, he tried to free himself of this one monster. The monster released the damaged limbs to take grasp on his legs. Pulling them from under the human, the man next found himself hanging upside down.
The woman had kept a firm grip on the pistol and did not let it fly away from her while soaring through the night air. After gathering herself and stripping her awkward shoes off, she moved to shoot the creature before more damage was done. All sense was overridden by her panic and fear and she aimed blindly. She could not tell what this thing was, but it did not matter, for it was hurting her boyfriend and she would not allow it any further.
Aiming the weapon, she almost fired had it not been for that serrated clamp on her wrist.
Before pulling the trigger, the second monster approached her and bit down on her wrists, piercing her tissue and muscle with its sharp mandibles. It did not release her, not even as she screamed in pain and tugged at both trapped hands to be rid of the grip. Dropping the gun without a shot fired, she yanked her limbs this way and that, screaming and kicking, but it only made the monster bite harder.
With two limbs, it seized her torso, and with the other two, it held onto her flailing arms. Gripping her bleeding appendages and holding them outward to avoid her punching, the monster carried her to the other. In one wrist, she could feel blood pumping from the injury, indicating an arterial wound, most likely her radial. But there was nothing she could do about it with the monster holding her so tightly. The only way she did not bleed to death right there was because her wrist was above heart level and the creature's grip slowed the circulation.
The two humans' eyes met. Hers were flooded with tears and her mouth spat the man's name, but it was lost to him. As the blood rushed, escaping from his arms, he could feel his shirt ripped from his body, the fabric torn violently from his torso. The two insects hissed in approval, and the one holding him up reached to caress the man's flesh. The man groaned and wiggled in protest.
The first insect began to stroke the man's flesh, almost lovingly.
"What are you doing to him?" The female shrieked, "Leave us alone!" Her mind was lost to terror and anger; she could not fathom what was happening. There was no way she could calm enough to determine the being of their two assailants. Why were they doing this to them? Who were they? What?
Neither bug answered, but the one holding her made a sound that could have been laughter. Her own captor made no move to grope or fondle her, not even removing her blouse or anything else on her.
The male's captor nibbled a bit, leaning its head to cut a small bit of meat from the human's belly. He moaned and continued to wiggle. With a slap to the human s chest, the insect grabbed his legs with all four arms and swung the human's body into the air, orbiting it around its head, and landing it into the wall.
From the cracking, it was clear more bones were broken, probably all of his ribs. Yes, and several of his vertebrae as well. The sound from his lips was of air escaping his lungs never to return.
His lady screamed for them to stop. Instead, the insect continued to bash the human s body along the walls and ground. The first time had killed him, but it was not only the death they wanted. The final four slams gave the insects their desired glory, for as the killer held up the corpse, red fluid poured from the opened skull and ribcage.
A piercing, joyous cry both monsters made and the second threw the woman to the ground in order to approach feast on the male with its friend. Both positioned their heads under the upraised body and drunk of the leaking fluid as it ran down their bodies, wriggling their wicked mandibles to lap at the blood. The killer took the reddish, pumping muscle for itself, reaching to dig through the collapsed torso to cut it out using his claws and gnaw on it, giving the remaining body to its other.
Yet before they could feast, they would have to stop the female from fleeing. Her previous captor ran to obtain her again, easily done, and bring her closer to its friend. Such a violent resistance she gave them, so the first insect silenced her with a punch to the face. She grunted and became still in the insect's arms. The second dropped her and laughed, reaching down to strip her clothes off into little pieces of fabric.
Quickly finishing the heart, the first insect monster began looking for the human's sex region, crouching to grasp between her thighs and probe her delicate flesh with its clawed digits. She could feel it, though dizzy from the attack and lack of oxygenated blood, and protested verbally. Her only thought now was to escape, simply stand and sprint for freedom to any place or anyone that could help.
Seizing her hands and forcing them behind her--but careful not to break her bones--the monster grasped her hips and positioned itself behind them to mount her, making her escape impossible. He started pushing his abdomen against her buttocks, rubbing upward to feel her vaginal warmth on its groin. Its friend simply watched, moving around behind them to pick muscle tissue from her male. But it was disappointed not to have received a taste of the heart. No matter, for the liver and kidneys were just as tasty.
An armored appendage appeared from the insect's crotch and he started rubbing it along her thighs. It hissed and quivered with pleasure as the tip of his phallus contacted her labia, and he instantly forced it into her. Shouting in further protest, she spat out excess saliva and tried to gain her feet to run away, but the insect held a strong grip.
Seeing the action and hearing her screams, the other insect quit the feast and eagerly scurried on his two legs to join. It moved to face her front and seized her head in its bottom two hands. She could foretell what was to transpire and she would fight it all the way. With her weakness, she could not remove herself from that sharp appendage cutting her cervix, and she hoped she had enough strength to use her jaws and teeth.
Soon, the second insect had grown erect and was then forcing her mouth open with those hands on her head. The human was wrong; she did not have enough strength to fight against her mouth being pried open and could not bite down to return the wound he gave her earlier.
The insect did not expect her to comply, so he immediately began forcing his member past her uvula to give himself pleasure. The contracting of her esophagus was enough to please him, and he was quick to remove himself when she vomited. All that alcohol those humans drink...
Both continued their movements and did not stop till both had climaxed and infested her with their seed. That fluid filling her from both ends stung like acid, but so near death, she could barely feel it. Her mind was almost to the point of unconsciousness when they finished with her.
The bugs stood by and viewed their work, pleased and laughing. The monsters continued to feast on the bodies, the first one allowing his other to eat the woman's blood organs. Though she had been drained long ago, they tried to get her remaining blood into their mouths for a beverage, but it was no use.
After setting the human corpses together to honor their death--and the love that they had apparently shared--they scurried up the wall and flew off into the night.
Their wings buzzed in the air as they flew over the city, the sound causing several beings below them to glance up in curiosity. It was a good night for the bugs, the beetle pair, and they would most likely do it again the next night.
~THE END