A Slice of Terror

Mallory’s, every Saturday night has a lively crowd. Drinks flourish in abundance and the band, mainly country with a blend of rock and roll mementos thrown in to balance the crowd’s appeal; Mallory’s patrons were droning out individual conversations and life’s chatter, massing it all into one large mumble.

The crowd itself was a cross-section of straight’s, gays and bi-sexual genders. Two ladies in question were Janet Nelson and her live-in girlfriend, Louise Stanley. Both slightly overweight, both out of the bottle blondes, and in need of being rekindled with Clairol.

Janet poked Louise in her right side and pointed out a really cute guy sitting at the bar.

“What do you think, Louise?”

“What do I think about what,” but Louise was looking in the same direction Janet was.

“C’mon, you know.”

“Him? Do you think he could handle us?”

“Baby, the way he looks, I bet he could handle anything. He must be alone. He’s been sitting at the bar close to thirty minutes and hasn’t spoken to a soul.”

“Maybe he’s the shy type,” Janet giggled.

“I doubt it. I bet this is his first time here and not sure yet what to do. Don’t just sit here, girl. Go over there and see if he wants to party.”

Janet smiled and kissed Louise lightly on the lips. “Don’t you worry none, baby. I’ll have him eating out of my hands, and then between my legs.”

Janet and Louise have been lovers over two years, but both enjoy men and loved the look on most men’s faces they’ve scored with when they started making love with each other. Neither girl could remember any man being turned off. Janet and Louise aren’t what you would call ‘lookers’, but each one has that look about them that read fun and good times if you were willing to go with the flow. In short, Janet and Louise are insatiable.

After a few twists and turns through crowds of people and an occasional feel, Janet finally made it to the bar.

“Hi’ya honey. What’s your name?”

Through her eyes she saw a tall slender man, sandy brown hair, collar length, rich tan with a full inviting smile as white as a fresh snowfall. His eyes were cloudy, yet interestingly grey. Janet figured he couldn’t be over twenty-five, tops. She felt she made the right choice with this stud.

“My name is Graycon Mallos.”

“Hi, Graycon, I’m Janet. Enjoying the music? New here, aren’t you?”

“You ask a lot of questions, but no to the first, and yes to the latter.”

“Well,” she said pointing, “my friend over there is Louise. Her and I were wondering if maybe you’d like to party with us.”

A sparkle came to Graycon’s eyes or so Janet thought.

“What kind of party did you girls have in mind?”

“Back at our place, just the three of us, and, ah, Graycon, I’ll tell you a little secret; Louise loves it up the ass and I give great head.”

Graycon smiled. “If that’s the case, would you object if I brought along some of my, ah, toys?”

Janet smiled coyly. “Hmm, toys.” She had an idea what he meant but she was hoping he would elaborate. Graycon explained a portion of them as Janet’s tongue floated across her lips and already she could feel a strong heated sensation building between her legs. Yeah, she picked a good one this time. Maybe the best ever.

“You will both find out it will not only bring out the animal in you both, but they will bring me a great sense of fulfillment.” Graycon smiled his sleek smile, hands out, with his arms partially outstretched and palms up, and went on to say, “These hands will bring you both beyond any passion ever experienced before, and take you places you would never dream of being.”

“Honey, you keep talking like that, and we might both rape your sweet ass before we get out of the parking lot.”

Graycon but only smiled.

Janet grabbed a napkin from the bar and asked Graycon for a pen. She quickly scribbled down her address and handed it to him.

“Very good, Janet. I will meet you both there, in say, one hour? It will give me time to go home and get my goody-bag. Then we can let the good times roll.”

Without thinking, Janet reached into her purse and handed Graycon her apartment keys. “This one’s to the front entry door, and this one is to our apartment: 413. You’ll find both of us in bed, waiting.”

She reached over and kissed him wetly on his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth and felt his warmth. With her right hand, she reached between his legs to feel what would soon be inside her. Janet felt her insides doing a slow burn and a small orgasm grabbed her when she thought she latched onto a telephone pole.

For a fleeting second while kissing him, Janet thought his lips felt cold, like ice. She waved it from her mind, blaming it on one too many drinks and the way he was making her feel.

Releasing her grip, she smiled at Graycon, turned and walked back to the table where Louise waited. Graycon watched the girl’s actions.

The one calling herself Janet, was talking fast and he watched as her hands as they went into the air about chest high and parted about ten inches to a foot from each other. In the midst of all the noise, Graycon could hear Louise whistle, then watched her smile.

Janet and Louise quickly finished their drinks and headed for the door to get to the parking lot to get in their car and head back to their apartment, but not before Louise turned and smiled at Graycon, running her tongue over her lips as if making an unspoken promise of things to come, and then turned and ran her hands over the back of her covered ass; as if making a silent promise, then she was gone.

Graycon watched the entire episode, waited five minutes after they left, finished his second drink and walked out the door and went to his rental car under the name of Drew Davis.

In less than ten minutes, he arrived at their apartment building and sat behind the steering wheel waiting patiently for time to pass. He didn’t want to arrive earlier than promised. He needed this extra time to prepare. Sweat poured from his body in anticipation of this night and the events to come.

From all the noise at Mallory’s, he was certain no one paid attention to what was said. He felt more than safe in knowing no one at Mallory’s would remember him as he was just another face, another body in the crowd.

Tonight, Janet and Louise would endure their final pleasure. He would see to that.

While waiting, the horrible nightmare of his father raping him became clear in his mind again. It always did when he went on one of these excursions.

It might have been different had his mother intervened, or at least tried to help him but she had actually encourage his father.

He was nine the night his parents came home from the bar, both drunk, and what started out as a friendly game of tag between father and son, took on a brutal ending; one which scarred him forever.

After the brutal assault and cruel remarks from his parents, once they became tired of their fun and went to sleep, Jimmy (such a stupid alias was Graycon), went into the basement and found an ax. Walking upstairs to his parent’s bedroom, he stood in the open doorway for a minute, watched and listened to their drunken heavy breathing and snores from his father, and rambling mutterings from his mother. Walking to the head of the bed, he brought the ax high above his head and brought it down solidly into his father’s throat. Twice.

His mother was dead-drunk and never woke from the strangling garbles next to her.

Jimmy walked to the other side of the bed and implanted the ax squarely into his mother’s face.

The media had a field-day with his life and the court’s sentenced him to a private sanitarium until he turned twenty-one.

Five years ago, Jimmy was released and it was two years ago when the urge to kill again became strong. Jimmy tried to become involved in a serious relationship but it seemed as if all they wanted was immediate satisfaction. No romance. The women wanted to use him for a plaything; like his parents had.

Tonight, he would rid the world of two more ‘user’s and abuser’s’, and not very pretty ones either. His parents weren’t pretty the night they abused his body and ruined his mind. Tonight, he would send two more creatures to hell where they could join the rest he has sent there. Then Jimmy would go away like he has all the other times.

Getting out of the rental, Jimmy went to the trunk, opened it and removed a duffel bag and long object wrapped in cowhide. Closing the trunk, he opened the bag and removed a pair of surgical gloves. They felt tight when pulled taut against his hands; as taut as the knot building in his stomach from the excitement he was feeling.

Walking to the outside door of the apartment building, with his duffel bag and covered item in cowhide, he inserted the key given him, and twisted the knob and silently let the door close behind him. Going to the fourth floor, and turned right at the landing and saw the apartment number in large stenciled numbers bordered in silver, their edges frayed. Slipping the key in the lock quietly, he opened the door, switching the bag to his right hand. Closing the door with a whispered hush, he could hear muffled laughter coming from another roo; their bedroom.

Silently, he crept to the entrance of their bedroom and peered around the corner, watching in abject disgust as two large clumps of flesh rolled around the bed, each girl’s head inverted to the other’s body. They had no idea he was there.

Watching and listening to their heated moans, Jimmy began unwrapping his toy from inside the cowhide. Grasping the sleek, walnut-grained handle of his ax, he looked up again and spied upon the two women as they now stroked and kissed each other’s face. It was at that moment he struck.

Louise looked over Janet’s shoulder. Janet’s gaze followed. Both smiled. Neither yet saw his ‘toy’.

Janet smiled her best smile and said in the sexiest voice she could muster, “I see you made it, baby, and none too soon. Could I ever use that hunk of meat between your ….”

She never finished. Both Janet and Louise were transfixed into a state of shock at what they saw coming.

In one large gaping stride, Jimmy came into their room swinging the ax into Janet’s puffy neck. Blood squirted across Louise’s face and she started choking on her lover’s blood.

Pulling the ax back, he swung again, this time he sliced cleanly through Janet’s neck, sending another gusher of blood into the air like a broken water pipe, slowing down the wobbling form of Janet and covering Louise, as well as the sheets. Behind them, the wall was like a painting of bloody hearts if you could envision that.

Louise still couldn’t find her voice, but Jimmy did. He brought the ax down hard, slicing past Louise’s fingers, clean through to the pillow behind her neck.

Only a minute had passed. The only movement on the bed came from the repeated attacks from the ax until all the body parts were severed from themselves.

No longer can you entice, no longer will you embrace; no longer will you be able to take advantage of me. Now you both can rot in hell where your kind belong.

Taking the ax into the bathroom, he turned on the shower to wash the blood off and rewrapped it back in the cowhide. Letting the water continue to run, he returned back to the bedroom and went about placing all the body parts back together as if both women were sleeping. If it weren’t for the blood, with the sheets pulled over them to the neck, one would have thought they were sleeping.

Next, Jimmy stripped off his own bloody clothing except for the surgical gloves, placed them in a plastic bag and returned to the shower to rid his body of this evilness.

Not drying off, he went back to his duffel bag, reached inside and pulled out fresh clothes, dressed and also replaced his oversized tens for a pair of nines, placing the bloody clothes inside the same plastic bag. Retracing his steps, he left the apartment, closed and locked it, checking to make sure no one was in the halls to see him.

Back into the cool night air, he breathed in its richness, its cleanness. What was done was already out of sight, out of mind.

Opening the trunk, he removed the surgical gloves, placed them into the bag along with the bloody clothes and threw in the apartment keys as well. Throwing the bag back into the trunk, he laid the covered ax to the right, slammed the trunk closed and walked to the front of the car.

Behind the wheel of the rental, Jimmy drove to a place far from the city, stopped, got out, went back to the trunk and removed the plastic bag containing his night’s work.

Walking to a pile of garbage, he threw the bag on top.

Reaching into a side pocket of his jacket, he removed a can of lighter fluid, squirted the bag heavily, then lit a match and threw it on top. It caught instantly.

Jimmy stood there watching as the flames leaped into the night air, crackling like a whip as the plastic melted, and the clothes burnt with a blood-filled odor.

He stood watching until he was certain there wouldn’t be any trace left to connect him to what had taken place, just as he had done many times before this night.

Returning to the rental, he drove back to his motel room. He would sleep well tonight. He always did after one of his excursions. The dreams of his disturbed youth never came to haunt him after a night like tonight.

Tomorrow, he would leave Des Moines, heading for Omaha for a three day sales convention. The corporation he works for pays his expenses. He is to receive an award as the top distributor in his field.

He was really looking forward to Omaha. Des Moines held nothing for him. It was a sad, sad town.

Of course he knew when the papers hit the newsstand and reported the terrible news about Janet and Louise, Des Moines would be a shocked town.

Who knows, thought Jimmy, Omaha might need his help like Des Moines, Portland, Seattle, New York, and half a dozen other cities have so far.

“Yeah, they’ll need me. Real bad.”

He closed his eyes, and slept like a baby.