Bump, because I have still hope

After the Rave

The sun crept through the bedroom window, and right into Tasha’s eyes. She stirred a little, blinked a few times, then groaned as the mother of all comedowns gripped her head. She closed her eyes again, tried to force herself back to sleep, but the tail end of the shit she had taken last night kept her wired and edgy and she found she couldn’t keep them closed for more than a few seconds before she had to blink again. Her ears were ringing. Eventually she gave up and tried to push herself upright. She muffled a squeal as she felt bones grinding together and bruised flesh protesting. Looking over her body she saw deep dark bruises, standing out like she had never seen on her mocha skin. She had been a track and field athlete back in high school, so she was used to aches and pains, but this was another level. Her breasts in particular were agony. Someone had had fun beating or biting or sucking on her C cups. She swung her legs off the couch she had apparently slept on last night, tried to take a deep breath that left her shuddering and coughing, and finally took a glace around.

It was total carnage. Her feet were in a pool of blood, and she couldn’t tell which of the bodies on the floor it came from. She slowly traced it back to a tiny white brunette who had been chained over the speakers. From the look of the long straight cuts over her thighs and back she had been chained up there, cut, and left to bleed out while the bass pounded the shit out of her tiny tits. She spotted some phat African looking body that was perfect up to the neck, it’s head stomped into a mush of blood and hair and brain and bone. Some redheaded slut was pinned to the wall opposite her, still weakly groaning even though she had a knife in her tits and her guts were covering her feet. The girl who Tasha had apparently curled up with on the couch last night had her head twisted round so her chin rested between her shoulders. Some of the bodies on the ground were still breathing, some were even spooning or gently making out as they started to wake up.

Last night had been wild. When Momo had told her about a snuff/rave/orgy at some old squat Tasha had been skeptical. Momo’s version of fun was usually lame and tame. Tasha had had enough dull nights of watching dykes with nothing better to do hang themselves, fingering her squeaky little Asian friend so at least one of them could get off on it. When she turned up at the party to find more men than she had ever seen together in her life, plus about a dozen girls, plus mountains of pills and coke for the taking, she quickly changed her mind. Everything got a bit blurry after she had done rails off of Momo’s tight little belly. She remembered something about a hanging game with some dumb blonde. She reached up to her neck and ran her fingers over the rope burns. She looked about the room and saw a big titted blonde hanging in the corner, still looking terrified even though her tongue was lolling out and her face had turned blue. Fucking dumb white bitches. What happened after that?

She remembered half dancing, half fingering Momo’s pussy while some stacked dude was in Momo’s ass. What had happened after that? More games? No, they had been having a three way and she had been riding Momo’s face… Where was Momo anyway? She scanned the sleeping or dead bodies littering the ground, and eventually spotted Momo on a filthy mattress on the other side of the room. The little Asian was twisted into an uncomfortable looking shape, with her ankles up near her ears, and a totally absent look on her cute, pussy drenched face. Tasha remembered now. She had got a little too into it. She remembered her friend beating on her thighs, trying to get her to lift off even for a moment. Damn, she had smothered her best friend to death with her cunt! Double damn, Momo was her ride home! Not smart.

After that… just an orgy really. She had had a lot of cock that night, and when things had started to get too sore or too intense, she had taken more pills, or sniffed something. She remembered having her ass reamed out by some hung white guy, while a big black stud raped her throat. She had sniffed some ketamine off a pussy while she fingered it and jerked a guy off with her other hand. There had been a quiet moment as she sank into her K hole where some gorgeous black dude and his equally gorgeous girlfriend traced the lines of her tattoos with their tongues. She remembered cumming like a train when this big guy, a big Reggie White looking dude, beat the shit out of her tits and belly and filled her pussy with his… Filled her pussy with his…

Her hand swiftly darted down between her legs, her long nailed finger forcing it’s way into her sore and swollen pussy. She felt what she really didn’t want to feel, and so much of it that it probably hadn’t just been Reggie cumming in there last night. She spat at herself for being so dumb and felt a cold sweat across her skin. She tried to tell herself that this wasn’t happening, that even rave slut Tasha wasn’t that dumb, but she couldn’t really believe it. Well this was a shit end to a good party. To stop herself crying about it she decided that she could still do something about it if she got dressed and left right away. She just needed her things.

That was harder than it sounded. One of her shoes and been inside a corpse’s ass, the other wasn’t anywhere. Her bag had disappeared too, along with her phone, money, house keys and everything else. She did find her skirt. It had been torn up and made into the nooses that her and blondie had hung from the night before. Fuck, this was not turning into a good morning, and she still hurt like hell all over. The one bit of good news was that this squat still had a working kitchen, and in the cupboard there was a coffee maker, and some coffee to go in it. Some plastic Asian cunt had OD’d on the kitchen counter, Tasha could tell because there was foam and drool dripping from it’s mouth. Tasha pushed the corpse off and set up the coffee maker.

She covered her ears to try and keep the noise of the bubbling coffee maker away, and the smell made her stomach turn, but she held it down and went looking for a cup. She was still looking when Reggie, or whatever his name was, came in looking almost as rough as she was.

“Hey,” he mumbled, casually pulling two cups out of the cupboard next to the one she was looking in.

“Hey,” she said, taking the cup. She let him take the first coffee before she took hers. “Some fucking night last night?”

Reggie nodded. “Surprised you’re still alive after all you were doing. How’s your ass?”

She tried to forced a laugh. “My ass is ok, its this,” she said, pointing to the cum leaking out her pussy. “You came in me you asshole.”

He shrugged, “First, so did everyone, second you were begging for it. So I came in you, big deal.”

“So, asshole, I don’t have a breeders license.” She yelled.

“No breeders license?” She nodded. “Why?”

“Tested positive for food allergies, if you want to know.”

“That’s enough to be off the list?” She nodded. He shrugged again, “So you got yourself fixed then?”

“No, I did not get ‘fixed’ dumbass. If I was do you think I would be freaking out like this?” She hopped on the counter, put down her cup and started to cry.

“Well shit, that’s dumb. You know they’ll give you the implant if you ask, right?”

She looked up from her hands and scowled at him. “Yeah, thanks captain fucking genius. Now invent a time machine so you can go back and tell me last week when it might have been helpful.”

“Fine, be a cunt about it then.” Then studied their coffees in silence for a while. “You might not even be… you know?”

“Yeah, and if I am me and my sisters get skinned alive in public because I got myself knocked up without a license.” Reggie nodded thoughtfully. The punishment for unlicensed pregnancy was harsh, but it was the only way to stop inferior quality bitches breeding. “This isn’t a safe day for me either,” she moaned.

“Could be a boy,” said Reggie, unhelpfully.

“Great, so I get to carry somebody’s bastard for nine months, then get skinned alive.” Tasha broke down, sobbing. Reggie stood around, kicking his heels, doing his best not to talk. “Fuck you should have just killed me last night.”

“I could do you now if you like,” Tasha looked up at him, furious. “No, really. People are going to be waking up soon. We could use some fresh bacon.”

Tasha stared at him, half disbelieving. “Bacon?”

Reggie nodded. “Doubt any of these bitches are edible by now.” He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of the main room.

Tasha sighed. Butchered in some run-down kitchen in a filthy fucked-up squat was a shitty way to go, but at least it would keep her and her sisters off the skinning rack. “Fine, how are we going to do this?”

“You want a fuck before you go?” Reggie asked, a little hopefully.

“Uh, no disrespect dude but fuck no.” Tasha closed her legs, making it really clear that she was off limits. “Even if it hadn’t been your fucking cock that got me into this mess the last thing I want right now is another fuck.”

Reggie shrugged, Tasha sourly guessed it was all he was truly good for. “Again, wasn’t just me. But alright, suit yourself.” He pointed at the sink. “Get on your hands and knees over there, I’ll find what we need.”

Tasha reluctantly crawled over the counter and waited for Reggie. He took a long time searching through drawers and cupboards, and even disappeared back to the main room for a while. Tasha’s knees and palms were aching by the time he returned, carrying a trashcan and a filthy looking knife, probably the one from the redhead’s tits. He kicked the trashcan next to the sink then lifted Tasha’s neck with his free hand. He ran his other hand over her naked body.

“Kind of a pretty young thing, aint you?” he mused, his hand fondling her butt.

“Look, could you just not, ok?” snapped Tasha.

“Fine, be like that,” said Reggie, picking up the knife. “Gonna gut you first, ok?” Tasha wriggled, having second thoughts. Reggie patted her a little to calm her down. “I’ll cut your throat right after, but it’s easier to catch your blood in the trashcan and your guts in the sink, and it’s easier to do that if you’re alive to help me, ok? Don’t want to make a mess right?”

“Fucking bastard.” She swore, then sighed. “Fine, but just make it quick.”

“Not a problem,” said Reggie, sinking the knife a few inches into her belly, just below her bellybutton. Tasha wriggled, trying to get free, but Reggie gripped her neck tighter. “Don’t fight it baby, it’ll be over soon.” He tore the knife up, she felt it bounce on her sternum, and then she felt her belly expanding, opening, things starting to fall out. She felt sick, she retched, trying to vomit even as her insides fell into the sink with a metallic plop.

“Fuck that hurrrts…” she squealed.

“Nearly done, girl,” Said Reggie. He put down the knife and shoved his hand into the open wound, scooping out the organs and loops of intestine that had stayed behind. Tasha felt weak, now Reggie’s hand around her neck was the only thing holding her up. She could only catch her breath in tiny little panting gasps. This was so much worse than the comedown had been. Fuck, why had she let guys cum in her pussy? Still, probably easier being gutted than having to try and find a ride back home, and definitely better than being skinned alive. Even as Reggie was finishing up inside her she felt the pain start to fade and a terrifying coldness starting to creep over her. She felt her bladder weaken, then release, hot piss flowing down her thighs, flushing some of that rotten cum out of her.

“S… sorry…” She moaned.

“Happens to everyone,” said Reggie, almost kindly. “Just one more cut to make, then we’ll do your throat.” He took his hands out of Tasha, picked up the knife with one hand and spread her ass with the other.

“K,” she said, gritting her teeth. Reggie sank the knife in next to her anus and started carving around. She held it back as long as she could, but she had to let out a high pitched squeal as he cored her out. He put down the knife, grabbed the final stretch of intestine that was hanging out of her belly, and gave it a sharp tug. Out came her bowels, anus and all. It was too much for Tasha, and the last of her own strength left her. She fell sideways into Reggie. He caught her light, trembling frame and rolled her over onto her side, so her head was hanging off the side of the counter. He lifted the knife and positioned the trashcan as well as he could underneath her neck.

“Last words?” he asked.

Tasha shook her head. “Just snuff me, asshole. I don’t need the last rights,” she mumbled. “This is some shitty end to a good party.”

“Well, whatever. You were kind of a cunt, but at least you were a decent fuck. Liked your titties too,” he said, giving her a squeeze. She winced as the pain erupted from her bruised and abused tits again. “Anyway, laters.”

He sank the knife into the side of Tasha’s neck and pulled. She felt things inside her being ripped, and sliced, and cracked as the blade made its way through her arteries and windpipe. She kicked mindlessly, twitching and jerking as her instincts made her try to flee, but she was already too far gone and too weak. Reggie grabbed her by the hair and lifted the trashcan to catch the blood as it pumped out of her. She felt the cold getting worse, her chest getting heavier and heavier, harder to breathe. Her blood made a funny spurting, squelching sound as it filled the can. She smiled at the funny sound as she fell into a deep, dark sleep.

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