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"The Darkest Child"
By Meredith
The worse part about taking psychedelic drugs is that your mother
always appears.
"Meredith Sophia Thornton!" my mother's voice accused through the
endless forest. I froze when I heard my name and my blood chilled. My
name echoed through the imaginary dark trees and I found I couldn't
will myself to move until the sound died away.
My mother used my full name only as a condemnation. I think the
first time she used it was when she found me masturbating when I was
seven. Of course I didn't know I was masturbating at the time. I was
just fascinated by the tingles I felt when I moved my fingers through
my tiny folds. Explaining this to my mother didn't help. I remember
the terror on her face and the long hour she spent pouring hot scalding
water on my privates for a punishment I still don't comprehend today.
That was then and I tried to ignore it now. The forest stretched
before me without a path to guide me; I didn't need the distractions of
my past to confuse me further. A cold wind ripped through the trees
but it sounded like the hiss of my mother's kettle. Once again I was
impressed by this mind trip. Most drugs weren't big on details but
this trip had been frightfully real to the point that I really felt
like I was in some dark forest and not just freaking out in my bedroom.
I walked on.
The trees opened to a clearing and in that clearing were old
toys. They weren't mine. I never owned a Black Barbie and I never had
the pink Dream House. Mine was a light blue. The Pathless Path can
sometimes be confusing but this just made no sense.
"I always wondered about you," a woman's voice said. I looked up
to see an overweight black woman in front of me. Her hair was so short
that she could have been bald. For some reason her clothes were in
bright pastel colors.
"I remember the time you talked me into playing doctor," the
black woman said. "And you took off my shirt and examined my chest.
Your hand traced over where my breasts haven't appeared yet. I was
bored with the game but there was something in your eyes that
frightened me. I kept quiet while your fingers ran over my nipples. I
was relieved when you heard my mom come into the house but I was scared
when you begged me to put my clothes back on as quickly as I could."
"Lamonica?" I asked. Suddenly the old toys didn't feel so
harmless. "Oh my G-," I said before I stopped myself.
"What were you doing?" Lamonica demanded. An older Lamonica than
my twelve-year old friend kicked the toys out of her way as she stomped
towards me. I recognized her despite the fat and the anger on her
face.
"What were you doing to me, bitch?" Lamonica said.
I had no answers. Dodging her swinging fists, I ran past her
into the pitch black of the forest. The branches scrapped at me and
roots stubbed my toes but Lamonica didn't give chase. Her screams
followed me where she could not and it was many hours before her voice
finally fell silent.
I sat down under a dead tree and shook. This whole trip had been
a bad idea. Vision quest my ass. The Gypsy lady who had sold me that
purple peyote had probably just spiked it to get it that color. She
told that I would finally discover who I was and why I was different
but all I kept running into were accusations and blame. I knew I
should have used more water to dilute the peyote but I thought I could
handle a strong dose. I was on a drug induced guilt trip and I
couldn't get out.
An arm wrapped around me and startled me. It was Katie, my first
girlfriend. She wasn't old and ugly like Lamonica was and in a lot of
ways, that was even worse. Katie was still young, pretty and sexy in
that painful way I've come to associate with her.
"I miss you," Katie said as she unbuttoned my shirt.
"No," I begged. "I can't take this right now."
She smiled. Katie always enjoyed my discomfort. Some nights I
think it was the only reason she broke up with me. It was the ultimate
way for her to hurt me.
"Remember when I had you finger me on the bus?" Katie whispered.
Her fingers were cupping my breasts in her knowing way. "An hour long
school trip and your fingers were in my snatch the entire time."
"Yes," I answered her. Her fingers were flicking my nipples
until they were as stiff as the ache in my heart. It was strange. Her
fingers felt so real and my nipples certainly believed it was real.
"You were terrified of being caught," Katie said. "You were
scared of being discovered. You were hating me with your pretty brown
eyes but there is one thing I never understood."
"What?" I gasped. My nipple was trapped between her pinching
fingers and it hurt. Oh, it hurt so nice that I almost cried over
Katie leaving me.
"I never knew why just you didn't stop," Katie said. She
released my nipple and stood up suddenly. I looked up at her and saw
real revulsion in her face.
Just like she did in High School, she turned around and left me
before I could respond.
"I want to go home!" I screamed.
My scream echoed through the forest but nothing happened. I had
expected to meet Hilary, the one who first turned me on acid, but she
never appeared. I expected to see my first psychiatrist but Dr. Hollis
never made arrived to give me advice. Instead of my personal psychic
or even someone from my card reading group, all I seemed to run into
were people who hated me. Who needed that shit?
"I want answers, damn it!" I screamed. "I want to know why I
don't like men! I want to know why I keep dating women who are bad for
me! I want to know why I want to get fucked so badly by the women who
hurt me the most!"
The forest didn't care. I tried to concentrate on water. I
tried to focus on sand. The forest stubbornly remained the same. The
purple peyote was pretty powerful if I couldn't change my local with
any of the techniques I had learned.
I kept walking and the forest grew thicker. Bushes clung at my
pants, snagging them so badly that I ended up removing them. A hanging
branch tore my sleeve right off my shirt. After the third such rip, I
pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground. Walking in
my underwear and bra, I found that the forest no longer tried to grab
me. It brought a smile to my face to think I might be running around
near naked in the real world but then I wondered why I wasn't
embarrassed.
"I am so fucked up!" I yelled.
A laugh answered me. "You would have to be to be here," a male
voice answered me.
"Where are you?" I shot back. I tried to think of whom my past
may have summoned up this time. Craig who had a crush on me that I
couldn't return? Randy, my neighbor who caught me with his wife? I
was in such a panic as the man walked towards me that it was anti-
climatic when I realized I didn't know who he was.
"Greetings fellow pervert," the short man chuckled. He was in
his underwear like I was, and his body was disturbingly hairy. The man
was balding but his shoulders had a coat of dark fur that traveled down
his arms. He leered at my breasts and my skimpy panties and I found
myself crossing my arms to cover myself.
"I'm not a pervert," I lied.
He ignored me. "My name's Kyle. I seek the Crystal Palace as
well. Are you coming or leaving?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said. I was very
relieved. Although the hallucination was still very vivid, at least it
was getting irrational. I could deal with nonsense better than real
guilt.
"Miss, I suggest you find out quickly," the hairy man said.
"This is the Uncertain Forest, the first level of defense of He Who
Must Cum. His daughter patrols this forest and will cause you harm if
she finds you. Well, I'm not sure if she is his daughter, his consort
or maybe his wife. The legends are never clear. Regardless, this
forest will eat up unbelievers and kill them with doubt. Either get
out of here or continue onwards to infinite pleasure."
"I can't get out," I said. "I took some peyote and I have to
wait till it wears off."
His eyes widened. "Then you are truly damned," he said. "I hope
you are kinky or perverse, miss, because there is no way you'll ever
survive."
"Okay, sure," I laughed. "I've lived my whole life being called
a pervert. I think I have it covered."
"Really?" the hairy man asked. "Then it wasn't luck that found
you here. I had to climax six times on a Living Altar before my
consciousness could be brought here. Perhaps you have a natural
affinity for this place. Would you like me to help you discover your
potential?"
"No thanks," I said curtly. "I don't like men."
I must have hurt the little guy's feelings because he scowled and
headed into the woods. Maybe I should have apologized but I didn't.
There was something not right about that hallucination.
A hot wind blew through the trees like an oven door left wide
open. The night sky lit up for a few seconds as a huge purple moon
flew overhead. I laughed as I watched this monstrous celestial object
move overhead with ridiculous speed.
Feeling better, I walked further into the forest. I wondered if
I would see this Crystal Palace that the hairy man talked about and I
wondered why so many people would seek it. The trees grew less dense
and I began to even see paths former in the dark underbrush.
Ahead on the path I could hear a familiar sound that sent shivers
down my spine. It was the sound of something hard and flat impacting
on bare flesh. Cautiously I crept forward and hid behind a tree as I
watched a fantastic scene unfold before me.
Hanging from a tree by her wrists was a beautiful woman with long
blonde hair that matched my own. She was stripped nude and I could see
her ass glow from several welts. The cold wind caused her to swing on
the vine that held her. Something made of wood was jammed into her
mouth, preventing her screams. Her breasts were so white and round,
they reminded me of Katie's perfect teenage breasts. The wind blew her
hair out of her face and I jumped in shock as I recognized her. It was
Tracy, my biology teacher from college.
Stalking around her were two strange women clad only in mud and
leaves. Their hair was spiky from the mud and sticking straight up. I
couldn't determine their race by the curves of their bodies announced
that they were women. They wielded paddles that were covered in thorns
and they took great delight in spanking the hanging blonde. Without
mercy they struck the struggling women, and I smiled in delight when I
saw that the women were masturbating themselves.
Tracy didn't want to be there from the way she was struggling and
this made me smile. I had seduced Tracy my first semester at college
and she hated any kind of physical sensation of pain. She had called
me a deviant and tried to 'fix' me when I showed her my leather porn
collection. God, she really hurt me. I thought I had found
understanding in an older woman and all I got was another version of my
mother.
I watched them spank her and it aroused me so much. Maybe I
could have said that I was aroused because I missed Tracy's body but
that wasn't true. The sight of her being punished turned me on and my
only regret was that I couldn't wield a paddle as well. My love for
Tracy had turned into a desire to see her hurt and that turned back
around into a kind of lust. The two mud covered women weren't hitting
her hard enough to pay her back for the pain I felt when she broke up
with me and rejected me as a lover.
My hand found its way into my panties and I happily masturbated
as Tracy suffered. This was the most erotic acid trip I had ever had
and my cunt was hungry for my fingers. I slipped my fingers into
myself and fucked myself hard behind the tree. Tracy's writhing on the
vine made me clench and the sounds of her ass being punished made my
nipples turn as hard as stone.
When I climaxed I feel to my knees. God, that felt good. I
clenched my eyes as my body reacted to the warm glow spilling within
me. I had no never climaxed so hard before. It must have been the
peyote but I had never been so overwhelmed before by any drug. I pride
myself on not being an addict but this stuff could change my mind.
I opened my eyes to see what was going to happen to Tracy but she
was nowhere in sight. There was no sign of the mud women or my former
lover. Even the vine that held her was missing. It was disappointing
but there was no sense looking for it. I got up and continued
exploring the forest.
"Meredith," a voice whispered in the darkness. I growled as I
turned around. This was getting old. Why did I always imagine people
coming up behind me?
Out of the trees came an impossible woman. She was taller than
me and her skin was darker than the night sky. Her long white hair
flowed around her shoulders, moving and dancing to a wind that wasn't
there. As she moved I noticed that there were silver flecks in her
skin that was either glitter or tiny gems. She was completely naked
and I felt a wet ache between my thighs as she moved towards me.
"You are high on something," the woman said and I noticed that
instead of eyes she had green emeralds.
"Yes, ma'am," I said, not sure where the sudden respect came
from. She wasn't from my past or some sort of hallucination. There
was cruelty in her voice and it stirred something in my heart. The way
that she walked, the confidence in her dark hips and the lust in her
emerald eyes was something I recognized. She reminded me of secret
masturbations and hidden lusts that I had for women who never knew.
"I am no ma'am," the woman snarled. "I am the Buttock Biter, the
Lewd Filth and the Hair Ripper. Your kind used to call me Whip-Fondle
when they danced under the smooth moon. You are trespassing here.
Only those dedicated to true lust quest here. I have guarded this
forest for countless years against those who do not belong. Who are
you and what are YOU doing here?"
"My name is Meredith and I'm lost," I explained lamely. "A woman
sold me some peyote that said would help me understand my desires."
The woman frowned. "I already know your name. I asked WHO are
you, not what people call you." She came closer and I saw that her
fingernails were the color of silver. I could hear them slice the air
as she came closer.
"I don't know," I said.
She held my chin in her hand and I felt the sharp points of her
fingernails scrap against my face. Her eyes looked at me as she licked
her black lips with a pink tongue. There was an overwhelming smell of
Myrrh to her that filled my lungs.
"You don't," she agreed. "You belong here but you don't know the
rituals or the words. I usually guard this forest against the weak or
the careless. Your teacher, Tracy, came here seeking to recreate the
feelings you awoke in her but she lacked the courage to commit.
Earlier I crushed the soul of a hairy man who didn't know the sixth
ritual in the Purple Book. But you, you seek nothing but your own
entertainment. You will have a special fate."
"Please," I started to beg but I stopped. This was turning into
a nasty bad trip and I knew the only way out was to flat out deny it.
"Let me go," I said. "You don't exist and I refuse to believe in
this anymore!"
She laughed. "I will destroy your soul and ride your body back
to the real world unless you somehow manage to escape me till sunrise.
How's that for a punishment? You even have a small chance of surviving
if you can elude me in my own forest. But if you don't, you will take
my place and guard this forest in my stead."
"I am not listening!" I said. I should have wanted to wake up
and go home but instead, I was looking at those silver fingernails and
wondering how they would feel scraping against my nipple. I shook my
head and tried to wake up, concentrating on ignoring this dangerous
sexual figment of my imagination.
"You have until the count of six, so RUN!" she said.
I ran. I ran through the dark forest before I even realized what
I was doing. It was just like those dreams you have, where you are
being endlessly chased and you know you will never run fast enough,
except no dream I ever had reproduced the burning sensation in my
lungs, or the jarring pain of running barefoot through a forest
littered with branches and sharp leaves.
My chaser laughed as she ran after me. I was too scared to turn
around and look but I knew she was there. Her smell would wash over me
when the wind blew behind me and the sound of her running feet grew
louder and louder.
"Almost have you," she said from what sounded like just over my
shoulder. Pain screamed across my back as her silver fingernails
scratched down my back, severing my bra strap. My bra slid down my
chest and I discarded it as I continued running. The pain on my back
throbbed but I didn't feel any blood and I knew that she had only given
me the lightest of cat scratches.
I ran faster.
She ran faster still. Again the air screamed as her fingernails
sliced the air and this time she hooked my panties. I refused to quit.
I kept running and she laughed as the fabric of panties ripped from my
body. I was nude now and I didn't want to think about what game she
would play next.
I also didn't want to think about how horny I was.
A stinging blow to my ass knocked me to the ground. I fell face
first in the dirt and them moaned as the pain from her slap finally
reached me. It was a hard open hand slap and the sheer force of it was
frightening. I got up to my knees when I heard her behind me. She
just stood there and looking over my shoulder I saw her with her hands
on her full hips.
"Get up," she said. "And run."
I ran.
A few minutes later, another stinging slap landed on my ass and I
fell again. I wasn't sure which was worse: the heat from her slap or
the impact from falling chest first onto the dirty ground. Again she
let me get up and commanded me to run.
Again and again this continued. My buttocks were burning from
the force of her hand and my cheeks were burning in frustrated shame at
how easily she was playing with me. Sometimes she would surprise me
and run along side me and slap my bouncing breasts. I screamed when
she slapped my breasts, and fell to the ground from the sheer power of
the blow. The dark woman would laugh as I picked myself back up and
somehow I knew she was laughing at the heat that was growing between my
legs.
Unlike a normal dream, I became exhausted. My chest was on fire
and my ass and tits were covered in welts from her slaps. I tripped
over a root and the wind was knocked from me as I hit the ground.
Before I could try to rise, I felt her fingers grab my hair. She
pushed me face first into the dirt and cackled as I weakly tried to
fight her.
"Enough," she said. She easily flipped me onto my back and I was
ashamed by how hopeful I became as to her intentions. Her fingers were
still holding my hair painfully and she kept me pinned to the ground as
her dark thighs straddled my shoulders. Being this close I could see
that the sparkles in her skin really were tiny gems and they scratched
my skin where we touched. The fur of her sex dangled above my mouth
and to complete my humiliation, I tried to reach up with my mouth
towards her descending pussy.
There was no need to reach. The dark woman's diamond covered
thighs embraced my head as she sat on my face. I was engulfed by her
soft pubic hair and smothered by the thick lips of her sex. She didn't
wait for me to lick her; the cruel woman just started riding my face.
Up and down my trapped mouth she slid her sex till she smeared her
desire across my face. She tasted like spices and fruit juice as she
cruelly fucked my mouth. Her fingers twisted in my hair till I cried
out between her thighs and this only made her ride me faster.
My legs kicked against the ground and my arms were uselessly
pinned under her claves. I was completely at her mercy and I suspected
she had none. As she rode my face, her other hand toyed with my body.
Her sharp fingernails scraped across my breasts, decorating them with
red scratches. Her teasing hands pinched my thighs till I lifted my
hips towards her in offering. Her fingers all too rarely stroked my
own pussy but then only enough to tease me and leave me frustrated.
"Your soul is mine," she said and I didn't care.
"Your body is my plaything," she said and I didn't care.
"Your demise is my promise," she said and I didn't care if she
would just touch me between my thighs again.
She didn't. The selfish woman just continued to sit and grind on
my face till I was gasping for air between her thighs. Faster and
faster her hips would buck until my face was completely soaked with her
desire. I tried to lick and kiss the spicy sweetness but she ignored
my attentions and fucked me like I was her personal toy.
I moaned with her when she reached climax. Her thighs tightened
painfully around my head and I might have even blacked out for a second
or two as my air was cut off. My hair was nearly pulled from their
roots when she climaxed and her other hand grabbed one of my breasts so
harshly that I feared she might stab me with her silver nails.
She continued to ride my face after her climax.
"You wonder why you are different, as if there has to be a reason
or some trauma to explain it," the woman said. She talked so casually
as she punished my face with her pussy. "You think there should be
something to blame for your sexual preferences or that maybe you can
hate someone specific for making you crave abuse as foreplay."
Her hips twisted from side to side and I groaned as her pussy
smothered my face.
"What you need to understand, Meredith Sophia Thornton, is that
this is just what you are," the cruel woman said. "You like intense
sensations like abuse. You like women. You are who you are and the
only answer you need is what will you do with yourself?"
In mid thrust of her hips, I woke up. To my surprise, I was
still in my bedroom and not in some hospital or on the street. My lips
were numb and there were scratches all over my body but I had enough
experience with head-trips to know these were very likely self-
inflicted. I was nude, which didn't surprise me though I did wonder
why my clothes were nowhere in sight.
I went to the bathroom to get some water and thought about the
dark woman. What kind of name was Whip-Fondle anyway? I did like the
gems in her skin and thought it was a nice touch from my imagination.
What she said was just as interesting. I guess it was stupid to
obsess about why I am who I am. I've had some embarrassing moments
from my choice of lifestyle but then I've heard that all people do. As
for bad girlfriends like Katie, maybe that's just bad taste in people
and not some defect on my part.
I was feeling pretty good about myself until I looked in the
mirror. My glass fell from my hands and I didn't even wince when it
shattered on the floor. Unbelieving, I remembered the threat the dark
woman gave me when the chase first started.
The eyes I saw in the mirror were bright green, where as mine
used to be brown.
The end.
Send your prayers, devotions, confessions and pleas to
purpleherald@hotmail.com
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