Chocolate Blood

Hello all, this is the author. As this is an old story (published Halloween 2009 to be exact), there are a few typos/spelling errors/etc. lying around. I apologize in advance if this takes you out of the experience. That said, it's still readable (probably not a word, but legible just doesn't mean the same thing), and as a work I wrote two years, I'm surprised how satisfied I am with it. Of course, I will be making corrections to it as soon as possible.

-Lemonator AKA Monica Farscythe

He was very aware of everything around him, yet had little control on what was happening or where he was going. Her face reminded him of his ex-girlfriend from years past. However, she had never scared him like this: He lay in a hospital bed, strapped down with thick leather straps. There was an unwashed rag over his mouth, muffling any cries of help he might have had. She lay upon him, putting her weight on his chest, making it hard to breathe. Her breasts pressed up against his bare chest and her left hand wandered all about his naked body. She grasped his cock and gave it a couple of teasing squeezes. Her right hand was pressing a wicked looking knife against his throat. He was terrified, yet he couldn't make out most of her features later, but the one thing he did remember was that horrible toothy grin from ear to ear.



"Gonna cut it off, sport. Gonna cut it right off. Slice."



6:00 AM. It was 6 AM and he was in bed. His first thought was that of relief when he realized it was only a dream. The second was annoyance because after looking down, he realized that his nightmare had also been a wet dream. He got up groggily and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. He took a shower and then changed clothes and started to get ready for class. His History teacher was giving a lecture on World War II today, and he was expected to be there. His name was Henry Nelson, and he had never really seen the point to History. What was in the past was in the past, right? What was the point of learning about a bunch of old dead guys?   No, what really mattered was now.

The present. These were the best years of his life and he wasn't going to ruin it by worrying about a bunch of depressing wars that happened years ago. Tonight was Halloween, and he was going to spend it with his fraternity brothers. They had rented several horror movies, some old, some new, and plenty of popcorn to go with it. Friday The 13th, Silence of The Lambs, Candyman, The Exorcism, Hostel, Saw and The Devil's Rejects. Now of course they couldn't watch all these movies in one night, so they would vote on which were the best. And of course, there would be beer. Henry was also on his university's football team. They were going to have a big game against Michigan state next week. Tonight, before he came to hang out with his friends, he was going to a Halloween Party hosted by the faculty. As he was thinking about this, he had been walking to the lecture room, and now he realized-he was here. He took a seat in the upper levels, away from his professor. And as usual, he lay back and fell asleep. When he woke, everyone was gone.



If there was something he loved especially about college was that the teachers didn't really give a shit if you passed or failed-it was all up to you. That meant that he could go to sleep for an hour or two and not hear anything about it. He walked out, whistling.



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Back at the fraternity house, he observed himself in the bathroom mirror. He was tall, even for his age. He was 6'10'', with short naturally blond hair. He had a freshly shaved face with freckles on his cheeks, complete with stubble and a square jaw. Since junior year in High School he had had big muscles and four pack abs. He thought himself attractive, as did all the girls he brought back to his room. He was combing his hair, because he had to look good for the party. He sprayed on some deodorant, put on his shirt and walked out of the bathroom.



"Looking good, Ace," Twoshot said. Well, at least they called him Twoshot. His real name was Travis Wheedledon, but the last time someone called him that they their nose broken. Travis was not a man you would want to mess with.



"Thanks man," Henry replied. "You going to go to the Halloween Party tonight? Maybe bring back some pussy?"



"Sounds like a plan, Ace, but you're the master of seduction, so why don't you just bring enough back for all of us?"



"Horror movies and ass. What better way to spend a Saturday?" Henry asked, grinning and giving Travis a high five. Henry walked out of the house, planning on heading over to the dining hall and getting some lunch. He was dead set on a bacon cheeseburger and fries. Henry wasn't a man to count calories or check ingredients, after all, he worked out almost every day. Henry looked out across the street. The campus was right across the street from a line of houses parallel to the highway. Most of them were decorated with jack-o-lanterns, ghosts, fake tomb stones. There was a little boy and girl walking down the sidewalk carrying bags full of candy. The boy was dressed in a poorly put together Spider-Man costume, where the girl was a cardboard robot. They looked like they were in fourth grade, maybe?

Henry remembered when his Halloweens were like that. Dressing up, getting candy...he almost missed it. Almost.   When he was young, Henry was a skinny nerd with braces and acne. He used to read books and get good grades in school, too. Kids would knock his books out of his hands, and sometimes if they were in the rain-into puddles. In middle school, it got bad. They didn't just tease him anymore, they beat him up, sometimes on his way home. In these situations, he would usually lay there bleeding and crying for a few minutes before getting up, dusting himself off and limping home. After the umpteenth time getting his head shoved in a toilet, he decided to change things. In his freshmen year, he found out where Gary Madden (His most vicious bully, who once tore up a photo of him and his brother fishing-his now dead brother) lived, broke in and broke his leg with a baseball bat. After that he got a police record and after being suspended for two weeks, went back to school.



To Henry's pleasant surprise, no one bothered him anymore. By Junior year he had gotten a few friends and a new body to go with it. He was no longer a weak nerd, rather he was feared by most people. He had seen all that shit about being proud about being different and how being a nerd was something wonderful. Well maybe it was true, but it wasn't worth all that pain. After that, he had begun to mess with smaller and younger kids than him, kids with glasses and messy hair and inhalers. Why did he do it? Because he was angry. And he was angry because they reminded him of himself.



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It was 5:56 PM now, and the party was going to start any minute. He hurried over to the gymnasium. Most colleges didn't host their own parties, but Douglas was "A unique school with unique individuals." It was much bigger than the one in his High School, and as he came in, people were already mingling and getting snacks. They had rows of tables with food and drinks on them. They also had a mini bar where they served beer and wine. He smoothed his hair and went out into the crowd of people as the DJ started playing music. He found himself in between two women. They had near perfect faces with long dark hair and large breasts.



"Why hello there girls," He said with a grin. "How'd you like to dance?" And of course, they found him attractive and charming, so they did. About an hour in, Henry was sitting on one of the metal folding chairs near the tables, eating a pumpkin-shaped cookie. A girl sat down in the chair next to him. Her hair was pure red, with little horns on her head. She was wearing black leather, with long black boots and red and black stockings. She had little bat wings on her back as well as ruby red lipstick. She wore a long forked black tail that trailed on the ground. She crossed one her legs and looked at him with a smile.



"Hey," Henry said, trying to look like he wasn't staring at her chest. "Nice costume you have there."



She laughed a little and placed a hand over her chest.



"Aww, it's nothing special. It's just something I put together last second. I'm Jane."



"Pretty damn good for last second. Henry."



"Henry, how would you like me to get you a drink?" She asked.



"That'd be cool. Thanks." As she walked away and he watched her ass, he was amazed that this was so easy. She was practically throwing herself at him. He was going to get laid tonight. She brought back a can of beer for herself and for him. Halfway through his drink, she said something that almost made him spit out his beer.



"Let's go somewhere else, shall we?"



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It was dark when Henry got into her Saturn and closed the door behind him. It was cold out tonight, and he shivered. As they started to drive, Henry tapped her on the shoulder.



"Hey, could you turn on the heat?" He asked.



"Sure," She replied. She made a left turn, down a forest road. There were trees all around, and he couldn't see any houses when he looked out. For that matter, he couldn't see much. Only Jane's low-beams, sweeping the road in front of them. Henry watched the yellow lines pass underneath them. He sat in the passenger seat up front with her.



"So...where are we going?" He asked. She did not turn to him, and her blank expression did not change, but a slight smile crossed her lips.



"You'll see." He looked out the window. The moon was hidden by the clouds, and there was a very low breeze that went through the trees. It picked up the leaves up off the ground and swept them about, skittering along the road and then floating out of sight behind the moving car. Then suddenly, she came to a stop and turned the key in the ignition. The Saturn powered down and she got out. Henry opened his door and got out. She had stopped in front of a cemetery, and he was staring at the large iron gates that stood open, and the graves beyond it. She walked inside, and he followed her inside.



"Jane," He asked. "Why are we here?" She smiled and inhaled deeply, as if smelling the graveyard.



"I want you to fuck me."



"What? You want to do that here?"



"Oh come now, why not? It's Halloween, so it's in the spirit." She turned to stare at him, hands on her hips, waiting for a response. He hesitated for a few seconds, looking indecisive.



"But, isn't that like, disrespectful to the dead?"



"What, you don't think they'll understand? Besides...you want to get laid tonight, don't you? If you don't grow some balls and fuck me right now I'm going to get back in my Saturn and drive away. I'll leave you here." That was enough incentive for him. She beckoned him towards her and he followed. She pushed him down onto the muddy ground and she fell on him. She smiled with her painted lips, her eyes narrowed looking down at him. She mounted herself on his crotch and began to take off her clothes. She removed her leather top and draped it haphazardly over a nearby tombstone. A large dead tree loomed above them, bathing them in a dark shadow. Beneath the leather was just flesh, her D-cups hanging down in front of his face.



"Let's see what you've got under there," She said, breathing heavily, even though they hadn't even started. She took off his shirt and felt around with her hands, sliding over his muscular chest and arms. She scooted back a bit, so she could remove his pants. After seeing the bulge in his boxers, she opened the snap and let it out, rather than remove his pants. He assumed that was because it was cold and she wanted to leave something on him. She pulled out his dick with one hand and made a faux gasping gesture. In addition to his large build, he had a large cock, almost 8 inches.  

He was proud of this, because there was a stereotype that muscular men were compensating. She didn't seem intimidated at all, in fact there was a toothy grin on her face that sort of scared Henry. Not because she had bad teeth, but rather that her teeth were perfectly white and perfectly straight. Holding her breasts, she slid them over his cock and squeezed them together. She slid them towards her, creating a great tightness at the base of his dick. She brought it closer to her and sucked the head into her mouth. She twirled it back and forth in her mouth, using her tongue. While she did this she looked up at him with a put on look of innocence in her eyes.



She drooled big gobs of saliva onto his cockhead, making him slide in and out of her mouth faster. She let it out of her mouth, letting the excess spit fall to the wet earth below them. She pressed her breasts against the sides of his cock, massaging them on him. She slid them back and forth, down to the base and back and with each stroke, she licked the entire length of his shaft, pausing to flick the tip with the end of her tongue. Letting go with her breasts, she plunged it into her mouth again, slobbering on the spot she could reach and getting the base with her hand. She kept her tongue out so when she went down on him, it ran along one side of his cock.  

She let go with her hand and went deeper. She put one hand on the back of her own head and swallowed him up to the base, getting every inch of it. She increased her speed, going down all the way each time. He was building up fast, and even though he tried to hold it back, it was no use. She knew he was about to cum, so she went all the way down on him one more time, and held herself there. He exploded violently, shooting thick white semen down her throat. She swallowed every last drop. She grabbed his limp dick and pulled it out of her mouth. He was breathing heavily and she only smiled at him. She then removed her leather pants, revealing her wet pussy.



"Now that I've attended to you, you can do me," She said.



"Alright," He said. "But...you'll...have to get me hard again." She looked at him as if to say: "Simple." She grabbed his flaccid member and pressed it up against the lips of her cunt. She slid it back and forth, rubbing it against her wetness. He became hard almost immediately. She crawled over to a nearby tombstone and pressed her back up against it. She sat with her knees up in the air, spreading her legs for him to come closer. He came over and knelt down next to her, ready to screw again. He poked his head into her tight hole right past her lips. He prodded it first, teasing her as much as he could. He ran a finger around the inside of her lips and instead of whimpering like he expected, she merely looked up at him with that same grin.  

So with a grunt, he pushed the head of his dick into her cunt. As he penetrated her, it made a slight wet squishing sound. He pushed deeper in, getting his cock about halfway in. He thrust in and out, slowly, but keeping a steady rhythm. He took the end of one of her large breasts in his mouth and sucked on it, licking the nipple with his tongue. With his right hand, he grabbed the other breast and squeezed it. He flicked the nipple with one finger. He grabbed her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, and began to rub it back and forth. Surprisingly throughout all this, she was making little noise. There was a sigh or slight moan here and there, but not much else. Getting angry at this, Henry decided it was enough. He thrust his whole length into her, ramming it up to the base. Now she began to moan, and he smiled. For emphasis, he licked one of his fingers and stuck it up into her ass. He pounded her pussy hard with each thrust, pressing her harder up against the gravestone. He went faster and faster, making her pussy stretch just to accommodate for his length and thickness.



He fucked her wildly, thrusting his finger up into her ass at the same time. He came, his seed spurting out into her womb. He let himself drain in her, before pulling out.



"That was awesome," Henry said. "Thanks for-" He stopped when he noticed she wasn't saying anything. In fact, he head was tilted to one side. He propped up her head, and began to scream when he realized she had no eyes. The skin and flesh on her face began to melt away. Her breasts rotted and dropped off, turning to mush. All her flesh and muscle began to dissolve, leaving only bones behind. He got up quick and pulled up his pants. He ran towards the cemetery gates. He looked behind him one last time. This was a mistake. The ground was splitting open and the dead were rising from their graves.

He tripped over a tree branch and they were quick to take advantage. They were not as slow as they had always been in movies, moving forward at a steady pace. He felt one grab the back of his head. There was a wrenching pain and then a sudden loss of hearing in his left ear. He struggled to get up, but another grabbed him by the waist. He punched the rotting corpse in the face, tearing off his head, then turned and ran. With horror, he realized that the Saturn wasn't there. As if it never had been. He ran down the sidewalk, putting a hand up to his ear. All he felt was blood. His ear was gone, and he was trailing blood as he ran. He ran in one direction, not knowing or caring where he wound up.



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He found himself in a small town by the university. It was dark out, but it was Halloween and the small children looked at him and then looked away, terrified of what they saw. He stopped in front of a convenience store that had several TVs showing out of a glass window. One of them had the news on, and for some reason, he stopped to look.



"Tonight, local college student Henry Nelson got a girl at a party drunk, took her into his car, drove to a cemetery and sexually assaulted her. Afterward, he killed her with a rock and buried her in an occupied grave. Police are on the lookout for the suspect who looks..." The voice faded, because he couldn't believe what he was hearing.



"Hey you! Stop right there!" A bright light shined from behind him and he turned, hands in the air. The cops had their guns pointed at him.



"Henry Nelson, you're under arrest for the rape and murder of a college student." Henry began to cry.



"No...no no no no no....No! No!" They came closer and put him in cuffs and pushed him into the car. As they drove, Henry moaned and bawled, not wanting to accept it.



"No! I didn't do it, I didn't do it I swear! Please, don't do this to me!" They paid him no attention, as they were used to this sort of thing from criminals. They got to the station and threw him in a cell. When the bars slammed shut, Henry collapsed to the floor.



"No no no..."



And from behind him, an all too familiar voice said with a snicker, "So, now do you want me to cut it off?"