The Darkness Simmers Part 1 of The Darkness trilogy by ShinwaNoTanuki (aka Jake Baker) Deep within, the darkness simmers. It waits through dinner, and TV with the family. Pointless sitcoms. Shallow dramas. The husband kisses gently, ever so gently, his young son, and his older daughter. He lays next to his pretty yet aging wife, and kisses her too. Goodnight honey. He whispers. Goodnight love. She replies. I'm the luckiest girl in the world. The husband shivers as he collects the blankets about his throat. What's wrong, asks the wife. Nothing, he replies, I just feel very cold all of a sudden. The husband lays back, and closes his eyes. It is the darkness that opens them. It listens closely, hearing the soft, rhythmic breathing of the wife, letting him know she's asleep. He slides off the bed soundlessly, and glides like a shadow out into the hall, passes the son's room, passes the daughter's room. It has been too long. Not even the family cat stirs as the darkness pads silently passed it, down the stairs, out through the pantry, silently opening and closing the doors. A few key clicks, and the alarm system is deactivated. The darkness slinks into the garage, and pulls on a set of dirty clothes from underneath the garbage can where he has stored them. The darkness exits the garage slinking low, keeping to the deeper shadows on the side of the house. His eyes take in the night, seeing no one around, no one stirring. Good. Where to hunt tonight? It has been too long. He glides into the patch of trees that line the way behind the house. Invisible between the juvenile boughs, he moves swifter now, to the end of the row, and out. He walks for a while, letting his feet lead him, looking at the prim and proper suburban houses lining the way on either side. It would only be a few dozen blocks to the community college campus, the darkness thinks. The campus is such a good hunting ground. Or a brand new tech park has been built just across the campus. Surely, there could be some young professional there still, eagerly working to improve her career. The darkness' feet stop moving. He looks to see where he is. Here? Somehow, this place resonates with him. Looking at the pale yellow façade of the family home, the darkness somehow knows that there is prey for him inside. He doesn't know how, but he feels it. One, young, prey for it to devour. Her parents are gone away this night. Lucky for them. Carefully, the darkness creeps to the end of the block, and making sure no one is watching, slips low into the deep gutter cutting its way back between the houses. It moves like a spider, all four limbs spread out, inching carefully, eyes wide open, ears pricked for the slightest sound. Nothing seen. Nothing heard. Aligned now with the rear of the targeted house, the darkness dips its head out of the gutter, staring intently at the house. Back door. Probably locked. Downstairs windows. Also locked. Upstairs windows all dark. Too high to reach. Open basement window... ah ha. The darkness slides quickly, belly low to the ground, over to the window. Even if someone had been watching, no one would have seen him. He is only a patch of deeper blackness laid within the shadows of a moonless, overcast, December night. The darkness licks his lips. It has been too long... how long? Careful fingers open the basement window more. Snakelike, he slithers in head first. He pulls the remainder of his body inside, and pauses on the thin ledge, which one would not expect could hold the darkness' size or weight. But it does, and the darkness pauses there, waiting. Not a sound. The darkness ditches its clothes here in the basement. No rings, or piercings, or tattoos scar its body. Thick with muscles, the husband has kept his body well, and the darkness now wields it with precision. He climbs the stairs carefully, instinctively avoiding the creaking stair in the middle. The basement door is closed, and he listens at it. No sound. He opens the door just wide enough, and slips passes, closing it behind him. The house sits like a womb around him, its warm air crushing against his cold skin, yet unable to drive away the cold numbness that has him in its grip. But it is not this kind of heat that the darkness seeks. There is a white cat sleeping in the middle of the living room, curled into a ball. It awakes as the darkness enters, and it shrieks and hisses at him, arching its back, hair bristling. Soundlessly, passionlessly, the darkness moves forward in one swift motion, snatching up the furred nuisance, snapping its neck casually, and then carefully setting it back to the ground, eyes already combing the house to see if his prey has noticed. It hasn't. Up the stairs to the second floor the darkness goes, its breath coming more rapid now as it nears its goal. It has been too long. Three doors. Two closed. One open. Inviting. The darkness heads here, and peeks inside. A girl's room. Somebody's young daughter. Somebody's precious little girl. Somebody's "pumpkin". A single bed, with one lone occupant, the white cover of a blanket pulled snuggly against her chin. The darkness is so still he can hear her breathing. The darkness, so near now, his heart beating fast in his chest, creeps slowly over to the bedside. The girl is delicious. Tiny features, soft white skin. Light auburn hair. No older than fourteen. The darkness leans over the bed, smelling her, her breath a chorus of angels in his ears. Ideas like spiders tickle his brain with their many legs. A warm sensation like a wind composed of vile thoughts spreads though his body. The girl opens her hazel eyes. What are you... she begins in a voice like lazy playground. Too late. The darkness whispers. There is a blur of motion, a struggle of shadow on shadow, the blur of white skin and blankets. The darkness thinks only in freeze- frames. Catching her wrist. Yanking her onto the bed, her hair flailing. The open handed slap of her face. A hand crushing her mouth, pressing her head into the pillow. The darkness ends the pointless battle sitting on her chest. The girl can't help but gawk at his nakedness. She tries to plead with him under his heavy hand, but can barely breath. The spiders in the darkness' brain have grown into a swarm. His mouth is heavy with saliva. The sensitive skin on the bottom of his scrotum brushes against the girl's rumpled nightgown. Bolts of electricity race up his spine. The darkness wants to own her, to take her now, to brutalize her and to be her undoing. The darkness holds its breath, making the pleasure last, the spiders in his brain and the lightning in his balls. The pain in the darkness' head becomes too much, and he knows he must act. He slides off the girl, in the same motion both hurling the clothes of the bed onto the floor and ripping her flimsy nightgown off. The terrified girl shivers on her bed, her eyes large as saucers, bright with tears in the gloom of her bedroom. The darkness drinks in her body, the soft curves of her neck and shoulders, the apple-sized mounds of her breasts rising and falling as she breathes, her lean waist, shapely hips, a dancer's legs tapering finely into perfect feet. The schoolgirl tries to speak again, but the darkness places a heavy finger on her soft lips. Ssh. He whispers in her ear, her hair tickling his face. Don't make a sound and you'll live. The darkness runs his hands over her body as if the trembling schoolgirl were a piano. Goosebumps raise on her skin. He stares into her face, drinking up her fear. It fills his belly like wine, intoxicating him, making the spiders jump and dance. He notices the freckles on her face. Her button nose. His hands settle on her juvenile tits. Oh no please... the girl whimpers. The darkness snarls at her like an animal. Like a doe blinded in headlights, the little girl shuts up, unable to speak against this force of evil that is assaulting her. His hands squeeze. The warmth of her tits feels like fire on the palms of his hands and the pads of his fingers. He squeezes harder. I hate you. He spits at her. I hate your heat. Still, his fingers attack her teats harder, digging in like they are trying to bury themselves in her heat, or trying to rip her tits off her body. As the little brunette girl mewls piteously, the darkness grips her left nipple at its base between his fore and middle fingers. He crawls up closer to her. I'm going to twist your tit, bitch. He snarls. And if you make one sound, I'll snap your fucking neck. The girl stares at him with wide eyes, trying to silently beg him not to. But the darkness grins, flashing white teeth in the onlooking shadows, and then twists his wrist with all his well-trained strength, gripping the slippery nipple tightly. The girl's back arches up in pain, and her mouth opens as if to scream. She wants to scream. The girl wants to cry out, to try to let others know of her hideous assault. But no sounds will escape her mouth. Her body wracked with agony, and she can't scream. Only mewl, like a pitiful kitten left out in the rain. Good girl. The darkness mocks. You're so cute. The darkness slides his naked body over the girl's. Staring down at her agony, he fits her other nipple in the fingers of his other hand and begins twisting both tits hard. Her body convulses in pain as agony rips through her youthful tits. Her back arches, pushing her pelvis up until it meets his. All of a sudden, the girl's tearing eyes pop open, and she cries out: No! no! Don't rape me! The darkness' fist slams into her firm belly, punching her back down into her bed. I told you not to speak, bitch. The darkness snarls. Do you want me to kill you? He puts his hand around her thin neck and squeezes gently. The terrified little girl shakes her head back and forth. If you don't want me to throttle you right now bitch, spread your fucking legs! The girl gasps and sobs miserably. Please, she mouths. Please don't rape me. But she stares up into those terrible, hungry eyes, unable to tear her glance away from their terrible evil, ensuring her only pain, misery, rape and finally, when it has had its fill of her youth and heat, death. Her legs are clenched together tightly, and with great mental effort she slowly spreads them, revealing her cream-soft inner thighs and the darkness' reward. The darkness' cock springs to attention at the sight of the nearly hairless teenage cunt. His body trembles, trying to hold back, forcing himself to delay the first penetration. I'm gonna take your cherry, slut. The darkness hisses. I'm gonna be the first man in your tight cunt and I'm gonna fuck you raw. You'll be mine. Forever. You will never be able to forget this. Your first time. Your first rape. Do you want me to rape you, little bitch? The girl, still terrorized into silence, shakes her head desperately from side to side on her pillow. No? The darkness mocks, Well that's ok. I want to. It'll be fun – for me. Now, open `em up all the way. He squeezes her neck again, shutting off her air supply, and the hapless girl opens her legs as wide as she can. Now, breathes the darkness, putting his face up close to hers. I can still snap your neck as easy as breathing, so why don't you open up your cunt with one hand and guide me in with the other. The fourteen year old cutie stares up at him, disbelieving. Her hazel eyes, as wide as saucers and trailing tears like a leaky faucet, stare into his small, cold, dark eyes. Please, she whispers again, but no mercy is forthcoming. Her tiny fingers reach down and awkwardly spread open her dry pussy lips. That's it, bitch. The darkness encourages. Lead me home. Moaning miserably, the girl puts her warm fingers on the darkness' thick shaft. Beneath her fingers it feels extremely cold. Contrariwise, the darkness moans in pleasure as her soft fingertips brush his prick like candle-flames. As his dick inches nearer her cunt hole, the darkness squeezes the little girl's throat. Look at me while I rape you! He growls. The girl stares into the face of the darkness as his dick enters her open cunt. The tip touches the soft inner pinkness there, and she opens her mouth to plead, but screams instead as the darkness' patience breaks and he rams into the tiny girl with the full force of his evil lust, smashing her hymen in one swift, merciless jab. The girl lets out her first real scream of the evening, her keen voice splitting the winter silence. Outside the window, a dove, attracted by the bird feeder in the back yard, takes wing, startled by the noise. It will find somewhere else to rest. The darkness curls up his body, pistoning into the helpless girl as she screams and cries. Her small hands bang uselessly against the darkness' flanks. Her nails have been cut short – she can't even scratch him. The darkness is cold, but the wild heat of the fourteen year old schoolgirl begins to thaw feeling into his manhood, spreading like a blanket across his hips and thrusting ass. Give it to me! He snarls at her. Give it to me or I'll rip it from you! He jams himself deep into her, bruising her thighs, now splayed ludicrously to either side of the bed. His dick throbs inside her womb, gobbling up her heat. The figures writhe on the bed. Shadows gather in the corners of the room and push their way forward. Inky blackness covers the man, hunched over his victim, rutting forward and backward, snarling and hissing. He is a great shadow perched on top of the tiny, naked schoolgirl, whose white skin seems to glow in contrast to the darkness around her. A Hello-Kitty alarm clock on the girl's bedside table merrily ticks away the time as the brutal rape continues. Its face is turned towards them, its soft glow illuminating only the girl, avoiding the darkness as if afraid of him. Ten minutes of brutal fucking pass, yet the darkness is nowhere near stopping. It has been too long. It has been pent up for so long, locked away, without any nourishment. Now it laps up the heat of the girl, leaving her shivering below him even as his dick rams into her. The darkness collects her wrists in one hand and holds them tightly above her head. The other mauls her tits, twisting them, squeezing them, pinching them, hurting them. The darkness' mouth is filled with saliva, like a man staring at but never able to reach a table laden with the finest of foods. He doesn't grunt as he thrusts again and again, a hundred times, into her. He laughs. Barking like a mad man. His dick is the joke. The girl is the punch line. The sobbing girl's peaceful world has been incredibly in the last ten minutes transformed into a rocking hell of brutal pain. The darkness pulls out of her as suddenly as he thrust inside. The girl lays there in shock, staring at him with her large, saucer eyes, hoping it is over, hoping the pain in her crotch will fade over time, hoping that... it never happened. But it has, and the darkness is not finished yet. He hasn't even cum yet. His seed still lays locked up in his icy balls, commingling with its hatred. The darkness sits on the edge of the girls' bed, looking around the room, smiling to himself. After a long, terrifying moment as the raped schoolgirl holds her breath, hopes, and cries, the darkness turns his face to her again. Get on your knees. He whispers to the girl. When the little bitch doesn't reply at once, the darkness grabs one of her tits and squeezes, yanking on it hard. The schoolgirl screams shrilly, but then moves her sore, bruised body onto its hands and knees. She stares back at him through a haze of auburn hair, only able to see his deeper darkness in the shadows. Put your face in your pillow, bitch. This is gonna hurt you, and you don't want to wake the neighbors up, do you? The little girl begins to plead. Please! What are you going to do! The darkness moves swiftly, raising his arm. The girl flinches away. None of your fucking business, whore! Face in your pillow, now, or I'll kill you right now! Blubbering in terror, the girl buries her face in her pillow, wetting it with her tears. The darkness crawls onto the bed behind her. His cold fingers spread her legs and feel up her raped, bruised cunt again. Your cunt is nice, bitch. The darkness compliments. I bet your ass will be even better. The terrified girl can barely understand him, his words of hatred are so foreign to her. But it sinks into her that the madman is going to rape her in her asshole, and it terrifies her. Her whole body begins to shake, and she sobs No No No!! into her pillow. I suggest you learn to like it, as it well may be the last fuck of your life. The darkness suggests. He is on his knees now, his fat dick pointing at the puckered anal opening of his prize. The darkness teases her, this is going to hurt you a lot. Of course, I'll enjoy it immensely. Go ahead and plead if you want to. I love it when little girls beg me to take it out of their asshole. The darkness sniggers. The darkness rubs her firm asscheeks from behind, kneading her ass like dough, spreading her cheeks and exposing her puckered anus. From the first day I met you, bitch, the darkness tells her, I've wanted my cock in your asshole. And now its going to happen. I'm the luckiest man in the world. His freezing dick head touches the hot nether hole of the fourteen year old, and she clenches her anus tight. The darkness laughs. Stupid bitch! Do you think you're going to keep me out. He keeps on laughing as he worms an inch of his finger into the moaning girl, and uses that fingerhold to inch his cock into her anus. With her anus now firmly gripping his cockhead, he pauses to taunt the girl, You're asshole is so tight. I can tell by your crying that you don't like it very much. Tough shit, bitch! Here I come! The darkness lets out a howl of victory as he shoves and plows, now inching back out to jam his dick further into the screaming girl. And she is indeed screaming. She howls into her pillow so loudly as his fat dick violates her poop chute that she might wake the dead. The darkness leans over her tiny, shivering body, placing the palm of one hand on top of her auburn hair, crushing her face deeper into her pillow. The darkness laughs as his prick at last buries itself all the way up the schoolgirl's asshole. Take it, whore! The darkness riles. Take your medicine! With that, he begins raping her shitter in earnest, drawing his prick out slowly until only the head is still inside the whining bitch, and then slamming it back home, all the way, making the girl shudder and jolt and scream into her pillow. The darkness wraps his arms around the girl's chest and lays flat on top of her, crushing her body into her mattress with his weight, still fucking her ass, jerking his hips. His searching hands and fingers like maggots find her tits and begin squeezing and twisting them. His head by hers, he bites her ear, and the lovely nape of her neck. She smells like flowers. After another ten minutes of fucking her ass, of drinking up the heat from her bowels, the darkness pulls out of her. He still has not cum. He gets up off of her, and walks unerringly to her dresser, where he opens one drawer and from within pulls out a pair of pantyhose, which had been given to his victim by one of her friends at her fourteenth birthday party. The girl blubbers miserably on the bed, sucking in great lungfulls of air noisily to expel them again as body-wracking sobs. Through eyes misted with tears, she watches the deeper shadow of the darkness retrieve her pantyhose, never worn, and return to the bed. The darkness clenches a handful of her hair and yanks her upper body off the bed forcefully, eliciting a new cry from the girl as pain rips through her scalp. The darkness snarls into her freckled face. Listen close, bitch. You are five minutes from dying unless you do what I say. You've made my dick dirty with your filth, and now you're gonna have to clean it. Clean it with your fucking tongue and mouth. Yeah bitch, you're gonna have to blow my shit covered cock, and blow it real good. Otherwise, I'm gonna kill you. With swift and confident violence, the darkness lunges at her, wrapping her panty hose around her neck, even so making sure her pretty auburn hair falls outside of his garrote. He drags the shocked girl off the bed by her neck, and slams her onto the floor of her bedroom. He is squeezing the pantyhose around her neck so hard her neck crimps visibly and the girl's face swells red and then purple, as her tongue lolls out of her mouth gasping for breath like a fish out of water and her large saucer eyes roll in her head. A second before the girl would have lost consciousness, the darkness lets up, letting the garrote out just enough to let her suck gasping, wheezing breaths through her damaged windpipe. The darkness sits on the edge of her bed, his legs spread wide, with the girl between them, lifting her up by the garrote toward his crotch. The girl sobs and blubbers, begging him not to kill her, not to hurt her anymore. The darkness laughs. Suck my dick good, little whore, suck down my cum from my flesh popsicle, and then I'll leave. The fourteen year old schoolgirl has never before even seen a man's dick, and now this large, throbbing specimen is thrust into her face. She tries to swallow, but her mouth is dry. She can feel the ligature of her own pantyhose around her sore and bruised neck, can feel the darkness' cold hands holding it tight, can sense his hulking shadowy mass above her like a giant playing with a broken toy, can feel the pain of her rape, her burst cherry, her vagina aching bruised and swollen, can feel her anus bleeding where the darkness has ripped it. Twenty minutes ago... twenty minutes ago... The darkness watches as the brown haired girl tentatively reaches out with trembling hands to take his freezing cock and guide it into her small, warm, wet mouth. The pleasure of her lips and tongue on his cockhead ran down his cock and into his ass and legs like water is flowing from her mouth. The little girl's mouth barely opens wide enough to take his dick. Suck it now, little bitch. The darkness threatens. I don't want to kill you. The schoolgirl bobs her head up and down on his shaft as well as she can, moving her tongue to lap at his cockhead as per his instructions, running her burning fingers along the shaft and gently massaging his balls. The darkness leans back, pulling the girl forward until she is off balance. She can't balance herself with her hands, because the darkness threatens to kill her if she stops stroking his dick, so the only balance she has, on tiptoe now, leaning over her own bed precariously, is her own pantyhose wrapped around her neck, squeezing more tightly now. Breaths come to her only gaspingly, and then they bring with them the stink of cock. She sucks as hard and fast as she can, praying to God that the man would cum soon, and leave her alone, and let her breath again. As the interminable forced face-fucking continues, the darkness drags the helpless girl further down onto her bed. He twists her in midair, "gently" guiding her by twisting the ligature, until she is on her back. He pulls her until her head is off the edge of her own bed, and the darkness is now standing on the floor. He pulls her body up by the ligature at the same time as he grasps her dangling hair and bends her head backwards almost to breaking so he can jam his fat rod down her throat, making her deep-throat him. The poor bitch begins strangling on the man's fat dick lodged in her throat, even as he jams it deeper. Take it, whore. The darkness screams. Swallow my jism, pig. As his dick makes its bulging journey down her teenage neck, making a visible and comic bulge, the darkness feels his cum unthaw and begin to flow down his dickshaft. With it comes his hate, and now that he is fully inside the girl, her strained, cracked lips stretching horridly around the fat base of his prick, his ballsack dangling over her nose and banging into her eyes, with no more dick left to feed into her, now he tightens the homemade garrote slowly. Her throat clenches like mad on his dick, giving it a good massage, trying to expel it to leave room for some air, any air, but the darkness squeezes tighter and tighter, laughing viciously. The bitch tries to bite down, to fight back, but her jaw is stretched too far out for her to be able to put any force on it. Her convulsing throat muscles send surges of hot passion through the darkness' entire body, washing away the coldness that has steeped into his bones. It has been far too long. The life ebbs out of the fourteen year old schoolgirl dangling like a doll over her bed, her arms and legs flailing away uselessly like some insane dancer caught in a net, as the darkness' seed surges forth, bursting out of his dick head down into the girl's stomach, the last thing she will ever taste. The darkness' screams as he cums, jerking the ligature tighter and tighter, ramming his hips into the schoolgirl's face, making her nose and jaw break with crunching noises, as an orgasm too long in the making sweeps over his body, chasing the last remnants of the cold from his body, and flooding him with wave after wave of intense, loving, wonderful heat; a supernova of fire which threatens to melt his bones. At long last, when the darkness' orgasm subsides into small aftershocks of matches going off in his loins, the darkness lets go of the girl's pantyhose and steps back from the teenager's bed. The auburn haired girl falls like a lead weight, the inertia of her fall pulling the rest of her naked, fucked body off the bed, to land in a sprawl of legs and arms on the floor, like a marionette. All your strings have been cut. The darkness muses. He then moves casually out of the girl's room, leaving her dead body laying on the floor like a mangled crab, the ligature still tight about her neck, tied around the two-inch moat of welled up blood where it has strangled the life from her. He gets a drink of water from the fridge downstairs before collecting his clothes from the basement floor and making his way back home. His skin burns with the pleasure of the rape and the murder. He does not feel the icy December wind cutting through his clothes. He arrives home in silence, and the darkness carefully slides into bed next to the wife again. She turns around in her sleep, snuggling against his arm. The darkness closes his eyes. It is the husband that opens them, early in the morning, as the dawn birds are beginning their chorus. He goes downstairs, and makes himself a coffee, reading the paper and enjoying the morning. The wife comes downstairs sometime later, followed by the thunder of their children's feet on the steps and their chorus as they make themselves cereal and go watch TV. Are you feeling better this morning? The wife asks. Warmer? Yes. Answers the husband, smiling at her. I'm feeling much warmer this morning. But as she turns around to pour herself a cup of coffee, the husband narrows his eyes and frowns. He feels good. Strong. Warm. But something feels... wrong. He has felt this way before. The phone rings. The wife answers, cheerfully. But then her face loses its smile, and a sick look crosses her face, and she begins crying and crying. What's wrong? The husband asks, his stomach in knots. It's your best friend. The wife explains through her sobs. He got home this morning and found his daughter... murdered... she'd been raped.... brutal... Then her voice is lost in a misery of sobs. The husband puts down his coffee quickly and goes to the sink. Flinging himself over it, he pukes up his breakfast. Deep within, the darkness laughs.