The beautifully drawn dead bodies were tacked upon the walls. His work was becoming grave, icier if
you will. The crumbled women were flowing in blood with jagged blades piercing their necks and
chests. Body parts were severed from their sources and puddles of blood streaked the pictures. Dark
ginger color eyes and hair upon the women, delicate lavender veins traced through their translucent
skin. Paintings of fanciful out of kilter houses, strewn faces - all kinds of expressions were painted. Yet,
he had an eye for proportion and lines tangled with his vile imagination.
Alburt DeMarre lived in the attic of the Kendrick’s. They took him in to their home after the tragic
unsolved murders of his parents when he was only a lad. The room seemed geometrically wrong, as if
the walls and ceiling were skewed. He felt woozy, almost sickened. Alburt’s room was in an unlit cavity
of the home swarming with spiders and dusty cobwebs.
No matter how sordid or ghastly Alburt’s sketches were, there still emitted a warmth about them. He
would gaze upon the pictures and he found himself wondering repeatedly if it would have been possible
to love a woman and make love to her, too. He had lived in that attic over twenty-five years. He didn’t
mind that the Kendrick’s were now deceased and he remained in the attic. He only started to really
panic when he ran out of red. All his red crayons were gone, all his red pastels were gone, all his red
water colour, his red acrylic, his red oil paints all gone. He flung his wretched body about the attic,
banging clouds of dust from the walls. The anger rising all round him like resurrected zombie flesh
eaters and he fell into a deep, deep sleep.
The new occupants of 37 Acacia Gardens awoke him. They were a noisy lot, moving their furnishing
from last accommodation to this tattered old out-of-town dwelling. Where did they find such junk? Alburt
watched through the floor boards as they filled all three bedrooms with bric-a-brac and furnishings the
likes of which he had never seen. Looked like some sorta crazy Kazbah monster black centipede
market stall, all sortsa colors and all sortsa styles, a right regal carpet of fabric, construction method
and fashion ethos.
He no longer saw humans as normal humans see humans. In his great artistic Heaven he had
transposed the material psychology of individuals into his palette, so he saw the new Mommy of the
house as violet range of Pre-Raphaelite splendor; the Step Daddy as abstract greens through brown;
the Kid Sister, she was sorta peach and orange, vibrant and stippled like manic pointillism. Then he
saw the Elder Sister. She was around about his age and her color was red. RED like a rag to a bull.
Alburt reasoned her name must be Rosie, yes Rosie. He thought to himself. Eyeing the young prim
thing with a maliciousness pissing through his bloodshot peepholes. The tooth-bitten raggedy tip of his
slimy tongue dampened his lips as he watched through the cracks of the floorboard. Imagining some
way to carefully get the pretty up to his room, to bring with her that beautiful red lipstick she wore upon
her full lush lips. He held his crotch as he bent further down and leaned down on his knees onto the
hard floor, peering at the girl. While she stood just perfectly below him he observed she was wearing a
rather revealing shirt. Ripped and torn open in the bosom exposing her cleavage.
His mouth watered as he maneuvered himself around to see further down her blouse. The curves
outlined her bodice with fullness. Aching to see more, Alburt lay flat upon the floor and pressed his
right eye to the floor. His appetite dampened and demanded him to entice the young woman upstairs.
But how on Earth could he do it without completely giving away his illegally squatting status?
Elder Sister pulled out her tube of ruby red lipstick and drew upon her lips and then smacked them with
a wicked snarl. “Oh, Step Daddy, may I go up to the attic?” she asked. “I want my room to be upstairs,
alone.” She whined in a smutty tone. Alburt could see no-one else in the room, so he scuttled around
like a cockroach hunting out a better vantage point. There.
The God-awful kaleidoscope of color invading the house reflected badly in Alburt’s eyes. His stomach
churned, still he watched ever hopeful the pretty darling would be sharing a room with him. He watched
a while longer as she began to jump up and down excitedly after Step Daddy mentioned he might let
her room in the loft. Her breasts burst upward from her shirt catching Step Daddy’s leering gaze. He
grinned, an evil grin, a proud grin at having fallen so luckily into a family with such pretty daughters. He
rubbed her lip smearing a bit of the red lipstick off her lips and licking his finger.
“Darling,” he uttered. “Those are way too big for that blouse. Chrissakes sweetie those are too much.”
His fingertips traced around the neckline and slowly dipped between the crevasse. Alburt thought of
plunging his steaming cock down in there. She had to know he was watching her. He could tell; this was
a game she was playing for him, she must have heard him scuttling about above her. Maybe she had a
thing for rats, the chill velvety fur all over her gaping pussy – yeah, that would be it – little paws
scampering and scraping all over her clitoris, the threat of bubonic plague sending little shockwaves of
honey erupting in her blood vessels making the backs of her arms tingle. Her neck, the back of her
ears a riot of stinging lust. Alburt realized the hair on his forearms was standing right up like an
electrified Death Rower, glowing electrostatic skipping across hair tips.
Elder Sister twirled her finger innocently around a strand of her hair, “Step Daddy, hmmm, you don’t
like?” her satiny voice tumbled out like conditioned ringlets of glossy hair spilling down naked freckled
shoulders. On her knees before him, she unzipped him and took out his flaccid member.
“You wear too much lipstick, child.” He sneered watching her tongue separate her lips slowly licking
from one corner to the other. He was mesmerized. He wanted so much to smash her on the side of the
head with a fist but he hung back watching how she would handle his chronic impotency.
Alburt DeMarre positioned himself in the time honored pose, naked legs splayed across the rough
wooden floorboards, his cock at the ready, the soft pulsations beginning, lowering his head to get a) a
good look through the crack in the floor b) his cock in his mouth. Alburt must have had some sort of
whip-lashed dog gene in him, and it was something he had always been able to do, but he could blow
himself off. Get this self sucking superstar of Home Cable on the Letterman Show instantly would be
the crowds uproarious proclamation. Let’s see the boy break his own back to ease the itch.
He had ribs missing, and a very flexible set of discs – that was the answer. We will see in later life how
he has to exercise to not only retain the suppleness of his spine but to reinforce the structure of muscle
that kept his Eiffel tower spine rock solid when he needed to give public lectures and hold international
seminars on the artistry of need. But for now, the skeletons were growing in his closet. Elder Sister took
Step Daddy’s limp dick in her mouth and pulled on the head, stretching the gristle sausage out to a
long worm, leaving a smear of red red red red red red red lipstick all down its spittle slick length. She let
go of it and it flopped impotently like a dead elephant’s worthless trunk. She tongued the sick
appendage back into her mouth and started to suck and slurp like she was trying to prove a point.
The first cut was always the worst, reminisced our cock sucker. Alburt had been blessed with an excess
of enamel, his roots were basically indestructible, the delicate root hidden behind stalagmitic
overgrowths of serrating tooth surface. This deadly weaponry was the only penance for his cock
eating. Alburt joined Elder Sister in her head bobbing act. Making little noises like Ngggg Ngggg Nggg
Gnnnn Mmmmmm Nnnnnn Gnnnn Ngggg Nggggg Mnnngggg Ghuh!
His cock became a lacerated mess in those few furtive bobs of his head and a line of blood soon
formed down his chin. You get past the initial sharp jab of sexual pain and the rest is just a languorous
cutscene of burning need. One drop of blood spattered out of his sucking mouth, dropped right down
past Elder Sister’s pretty freckled nose and landed on Step Daddy’s slick slack cock. Elder Sister
pretended not to see it and merely took the limp cock in her mouth again to cover the evidence.
Elder Sister rolled her eyes toward the ceiling knowing someone was leering through the cracks, some
eyes; some beastly eyes were roving over her body caressing her in places keeping her hot and gushy
wet. The warmth of the eyes tantalized her as she drew hard on her Step Father’s limp dick. The
metallic aftertaste of the dabs of blood frothed in her fiery maw. Laughing with a little nervous snort
Elder Sister sucked down on the hard silky shaft and ran her tongue up and down sliding over the soft
head. She sat flat on her ass and placed her head between her Step Fathers well-developed thighs.
His legs quaked as she looked upward with her mouth gaping with drool drizzling down her chin, her
tongue darted up at her Step Father’s flimsy elasticity dick flicking it, swinging it with her tongue back
and forth tugging with each draw upon the flat skin.
Alburt rubbed his firm, ravaged cock on the splintered wooden floor and tiny slivers of meaty skin fell
upon her face. She lapped it up greedily and moaned harder as she began to sink her teeth into her
daddy’s slowly hardening cock. She began to snarl, howl, and ravishingly slurp the drool from the flat
shaft that dangled into her mouth. More greasy tatters of flesh fell onto her face from up high through
the rotted cracks and splotched her pretty white see-through blouse, another piece fell between her
plump flaps of skin. She squeezed her nipples from the outside of her shirt and screamed a giddy
squeal and played with the nasty rot flesh rubbing it all over her nipples as they stiffened, stroked by
icy fingertips.
An orgasm shot through her entire pelvic floor and she thought she had died in an earthquake, she
expected to see crockery falling to the floor and dust settling after the super seismic activity. Instead,
she saw Step Daddy fetal on his side, holding his scrotum as the blood came out. A red red red red
puddle grew as Step Daddy flailed about in his own death.
There was a polite knock on the battered old attic door – no-one had ever knocked before. Alburt went
to the door, his bloodied cock still jutting out at a piercing angle. There stood Elder Sister. She came at
him, with hot kisses. She stuck in her tongue. Only it wasn’t her tongue. It was Step Daddy’s severed
cock. More a chipolata than a life making conduit. A dreadful shred of gristle and piss-hole. Alburt
rolled the executioners catch round his mouth for a bit then swallowed. Elder Sister watched him take
disgust at what he had in his mouth, delight at the way it fired up something truly feral inside him, then
elation when he showed her his empty mouth, his thick blood streaked tongue sticking out about a
quarter mile.
She made a grab for his cock. Alburt yelped like a kicked dog. And for a moment, for a brief miniscule
moment, he was no longer human.
He became pure, unadulterated need. All humanity had been torn from him by the taint of her sweating
hand upon his person. She was in mid air. He didn’t know if he had thrown her or what. She hit the floor
on the far side of the attic scattering paintings all over the place. She was dazed but not finished. Oh,
no. Alburt loomed over her like a mad panting thing. A slight cut decorated her left eyebrow. She
started to hum this tune that Alburt had not heard since....he knew not when but the tune was familiar.
Music to soothe the savage beast. Her eyes all ‘come here good little doggy and lick my pussy’.
Alburt exploded upon her. All his teeth distended from his face; a brutal grimace of horror. He tore into
her neck and chest tearing out long strips of flesh, cartilage and vein. Soon the attic was a-shower with
red red red red red red red.....
“Come on you daft fucking puppy dog!” she railed at him furiously, “Is that all you got?” she spat bile
from her liver into his evil eye. Alburt tore into her chest, cracking her sternum with a sickening splitting
roar, the left clavicle sprung loose and nearly took out his fucking eye. He tore at her flimsy blouse with
his hands from which dog claws had grown from shock white knuckles. Tore at her and tore at her and
tore at her as she struggled for more. Wanting always more.
“More, fuck me more!” she grabbed again at his cock like it might save her, caught her palm on the
rose thorns that grew out of its entire swelling girth. Didn’t calculate how much pain could come from
THAT. Reeled back even now, believing she could survive his lusty onslaught. Kicking out to save
herself. Alburt impaled his blossoming thorn root deep into her, missing her vagina but spearing her
through into her liver. Pulling out then grinding another ripped slit in her nether region. The copious
liters of blood made traction virtually impossible but the creative urge must be sated.
The redness from the side of her drenched pussy trickled over his thorny cock. He reached down to
feel the red sticky juices with his sharp claws; he dug deep into the new torn hole, then brought his
paws up into the air. His hands doused with clammy and moist juice he pressed his sticky, red painted
claw to her beautiful icy blue eyes and drew around them in beautiful red highlights. Mixing her dark red
blood from the deep gashes he reached down to find more dark red color between her legs, he rode
her harder to make the blood run clean. With a warm gush her pelvis writhed in ecstasy ejecting sweet,
coppery cum laced in dark red blood bubbles. She grabbed at Alburt’s snout and rode up hard on his
thorny cock and screamed with each inhalation jolting her body to higher realms of rapture than she
had ever reached before.
“RED, RED, ah, RED!” He yelped. He pounded her harder and pulled out his spiked cock and before
her face he drew upon her pale gorgeous cheeks with it. He outlined deep crevasses ousting more red
substance from the new beautiful slashes that peeled the skin from her jaw. He poked his spiked cock
into one of the slits upon her face separating the tight skin below the eye and the cheek. “Ahhhhh,
yums, mmmmmmmmmmm gnnnnngooooey!” she murmured. Her eyes rolled into red puddles.
Fucking her face dripped the color from her tender skin with brilliance. While fucking the hole slower
Alburt touched the wet gooey mush and lifted his fingers to the canvas upon the broken easel. He drew
eyes, oh those piercing eyes, her wondering empty cold eyes of red uniting with the whites and fine
purply veins.
“So beautiful,” he said in a gruff growl still slow fucking her face oozing with more red. His long lizard-
spiked tongue darted and slurped around her gash while his hard throbbing thorn cock continued
bonding with her new sweet holes upon her precious face. She moaned so merrily, pressing her fingers
inside her dank pussy spattering more sex juice, howling with agony and desire.
Alburt’s cock ejected from the hole and his tongue quickly plugged it so no more beautiful red red red
red juice would be lost. He continued to paint with the dark liquid upon the canvas with his long tongue
and then plugging up the hole with his tongue each time, like a quill he used it, creating such beauty
from the scarlet paint. Alburt exploded upon her all his teeth distended from his face a brutal grimace of
horror.
THE END
