Night of the Giving Head

Authors Forward: Story contains violence, gore, non-consent and incest. Just what any good horror story needs, right?

ALL CHARACTERS, LIVING OR UNDEAD, ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.

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Johnny and Barbara were on their way to what would be the last Halloween party they, or anyone else, would ever attend. They just didn’t know it yet.

Their best friends Tom and Judy held the party every year at their family cabin in the woods of upstate Pennsylvania. It was the perfect setting; away from civilization, set in a clearing surrounded by trees that created a canopy of stars above them. They could party around the bonfire, music playing loudly without fear of disturbing the neighbors. More often than not, if the alcohol was flowing freely enough, and the fall air wasn’t too cold, several people would invariably lose their clothing and go skinny dipping in the small lake just behind the cabin.

Not Johnny and Barbara, of course. Or at least, not around each other, if it could be helped. Because who wanted to be naked around their sibling?

At 21, this would be Barbara’s first Halloween where she could drink legally. Not that it had stopped her before, of course. Alcohol had become part of the equation long before most of the regular attendees were of age, but there was always someone who could get something.

Now, most of their friends were over 21, and the thrill of ill gotten booze had long since faded. Of course, there was also pot, but even that was far easier to obtain than it used to be. Occasionally, someone would bring something stronger, like cocaine or Xtacy, but neither of them messed with that kind of thing too often.

Barbara had tried X once and wound up having anal sex with a guy she’d just met, and while she didn’t regret the experience, she’d decided once was enough, and didn’t wanna risk that kind of thing again.

Last year, Johnny had done several lines of coke, and was flying high until he tried to have sex with his girlfriend in the lake and couldn’t get it up.

He sometimes wondered if that was the beginning of the end of their relationship. She’d dumped him several months later.

Barbara too was currently single. She didn’t have much hope of meeting a guy at the party; all the men she knew would be there were either taken, or just not her type. But she hoped maybe there’d be a few new faces to hopefully mingle with, possibly more than mingle with.

Johnny was having similar thoughts, and as they drove the winding backroads that lead to the cabin, the ride was mostly quiet, both their spirits dampened by the thought of attending what was usually a wild and crazy party single.

But he tried to keep his spirits up, because for him, Halloween was an extra special occasion. It also happened to be his 25th birthday.

His birthday parties had always been combined with Halloween long before the cabin tradition had started, and Johnny didn’t mind. To him it was the best of both worlds.

Since both were flying solo, they hadn’t really bothered to coordinate costumes.

Johnny had gone all out this year, wearing an almost screen accurate version of the outfit worn by Captain Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly, right down to the long, flowing browncoat he’d stumbled across in a thrift store. Johnny bore just enough of a passing resemblance to actor Nathan Fillion to pull it off, although if he was being honest, he wasn’t nearly as handsome.

Barbara, who felt she was getting a little old for silly costumes, had kept it simple. She was dressed as a Sexy Nurse.

Johnny’s eyes couldn’t help but notice how short Barb’s skirt was, or how it was riding up her fishnet covered thighs as she squirmed impatiently in the passenger seat.

“We’re gonna be late. Again,” Barbara complained.

“Well maybe if you didn’t take so long doing your makeup and squeezing your boobs into that tiny outfit, we’d have gotten an earlier start,” Johnny grumbled.

“Hey, it takes a while to look this slutty, and I had to tape my boobs because they kept popping out,” said Barbara, sounding annoyed.

“T.M.I.” said Johnny. He glanced over at her skimpy outfit. “Think you can keep those puppies contained til we get there?”

“Eyes on the rode, pervert,” Barbara snapped.

They drove on in silence, except for the radio. Ever since they’d entered the woods, the Wi-Fi was sparse, and streaming music from their phones was next to impossible. That left the car radio, but the only station they could get was a local news channel that was just barely making its way through the static. Johnny had only kept it on as background noise, but now he turned it up to drown out the awkward silence.

An announcer’s voice was crackling over the speakers.

“…comet passing through the Earth’s atmosphere tonight, previously undetected by NASA until just outside Earth’s orbit…”

The radio let loose a loud blast of static, causing Barbara to reach for the volume knob. “Hey, I was listening to that,” objected Johnny, smacking her hand away.

He turned the volume back up, just in time to catch,“…stress that the green glow is simply harmless, low level radiation, and will cause no lasting…”

Out of the corner of Johnny’s eye, he saw it. “Barb! Look at that!” he shouted, pointing up and out the front windshield.

There was just enough space between the surrounding trees on either side of the road to see the comet trailing overhead, a bright green speck in the sky. The tail flowing behind it must have been…well, Johnny was no astronomer, but he knew it must be hundreds, perhaps thousands of miles long to leave such a long, visible streak in the dark night sky.

Waves of soft, glowing green energy radiated off the tail in waves, drifting then dissipating into the black.

“Watch out!” Barb cried, and Johnny’s eyes went back to the road just in time to avoid the guardrail along the curve he was drifting towards. Righting the car with a jerk of the wheel, he got it under control just in time and continued driving, albeit at a much slower pace for the moment.

“Jesus, Johnny, you almost killed us! It’s just a stupid comet. Pay attention to the road, will ya?”

Johnny thought about yelling back at Barb, took a deep breath, gripped the wheel, and let it go. She was right. The comet was cool looking, but not worth dying over.

Yet his eyes couldn’t help but flicker upwards whenever he felt it safe, just for a split second, to try and catch a glimpse of the comet as it continued it’s long, deceptively slow path across the night sky.

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They arrived at the cabin about twenty minutes later, and the party was already in high gear. They could see the light of the bonfire rising up from behind the cabin, and hear the music coming from the sound system Tom always had set up outside.

The radio was still playing as they pulled next to the other cars lined up in the clearing out front.

“…are now encouraging people to stay indoors…merely a precaution, but…”

Johnny killed the engine. “Thank God,” Barb said, scrambling out the door, “I gotta get in there and pee before my bladder bursts!”

Johnny lingered behind for a few seconds, scanning the sky. The comet itself was no longer visible, but it’s tail still streaked across the sky as far as he could see. It was a bit unnerving.

Shaking it off, he turned and headed towards the cabin to join the party.

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Fifteen minutes of hugs, handshakes, and a rousing chorus of “Happy Birthday” later, Johnny found himself sitting by the bonfire with an ice cold beer in his hand.

Tom and Judy were making their way over, pausing here and there to chat and take pictures with some of the other guests.

They’d always had great costumes every Halloween, and this year was no different. Tom looked very much the part of Gomez Addams, with his suave mustache and slicked black hair, but it was Judy who truly stole the show. She had the perfect body to pull off Morticia, with her large, full breasts prominently on display in the skin tight black dress. Her thin waist, wide hips and thick, curved ass perfectly filled out the rest of it. She wore a long black wig over her real chestnut blonde hair, and had made her face pale with makeup. Her eyes were blackened with mascara, and her full pouty lips were accentuated with a ruby red lipstick.

Johnny felt a twinge of jealousy towards Tom, as well as a twinge in his trousers.

“Thought you weren’t gonna make it, birthday boy,” laughed Tom, already weaving slightly off balance. Judy took his arm with the pretense of staying in character, but in reality to help steady him.

“Ah, you know…sisters,” shrugged Johnny.

“Speaking of, where is Barb?” asked Judy.

“Last I saw her she was making a beeline for the bathroom,” said Johnny.

Looking around, he eventually spotted Barbara chatting with a tall, muscular, good looking black man dressed as Blade the vampire hunter. He towered over Barbara’s shorter frame, and Johnny was pretty sure the guy was taking advantage of his costume’s sunglasses to stare down Barb’s ample cleavage. Not that she was making any effort to hide it; leaning forward towards him, then arching her back and jutting out her chest with laughter at something witty he’d apparently said.

“There she is,” said Johnny, pointing. “Who’s that she’s with?”

“Oh that’s Ben,” answered Tom. “He’s a new hire at the office this year, good guy. Thought it’d be nice to invite him.”

Johnny wasn’t sure about how “good” Ben was with the way he was leering at his sister’s tits, but he supposed he couldn’t blame him. If Barb was gonna flaunt them like that, guys were gonna look. But that was her business, not his.

Judy wandered off to go say hi to Barbara, and Johnny was just about to go get another beer, when he heard an unknown voice call out from over by the lake. “Hey guys, come check this out!”

Johnny, Tom, and several others made their way over towards the lake and came across a shocking sight.

Two of the party guests were engaged in a rather extreme public display of affection. Johnny didn’t recognize them at first, only their Raggedy Ann and Andy costumes. Then he realized the guy was an old college buddy, Harry. That would, hopefully, make the woman currently servicing him his fiance, Helen.

It was dark, but between the stars and the bonfire, there was enough light to make out the details. Harry was sprawled on his back in the sand. Helen was on her hands and knees, her head in his lap, bobbing up and down furiously, giving him a quite enthusiastic blowjob.

“Yeah, you go girl!” a random voice yelled, to several cheers from the gathering crowd. “Get it, Harry!” another voice called.

Something about the whole thing didn’t sit right with Johnny. Oh, there was always some sex going on at these parties over the years, but it was usually hidden away; couples sneaking off into the cabin or, if particularly bold, a quick, quiet tryst in the lake or woods. There were also the occasional streakers and skinny dippers, male and female, but in all the years since the beginning, there had never been such a bold, open display of sexual activity as this.

He’d always known Harry and Helen to be a pretty reserved couple; public sex just wasn’t their style. Yet there they were; Harry, his baggy blue costume shorts pulled down unceremoniously around his knees. Helen, her short gingham skirt doing nothing to cover her petite ass, showing off her white panties with red polka dots to anyone who wanted to look.

Most of the crowd was still cheering them on but, perhaps because he was still sober, Johnny began to notice some disturbing details.

Harry’s eyes were a blank stare. His mouth was agape, his tongue lolling listlessly. His body was twisted and contorted, as if he had collapsed in an unconscious heap. Except for his chest heaving with breath, he wasn’t moving.

Helen’s face was obscured, but her body language was all wrong. Her back was arched high and tense. Her hands were dug into the sand on either side of Harry’s hips, digging into it with fierce clutches. Animalistic grunts came from her throat as her head rocked frantically. She looked less like a lover giving head, and more like a lioness devouring her kill.

Suddenly Harry’s head shot up, his eyes flaring back to life, and he let out a loud scream that didn’t sound like pleasure at all. Helen’s head stopped moving, Harry’s cock still buried deep in her throat. Johnny could hear the eerily wet sounds of sucking, and watched as Helen’s throat convulsed, swallowing rapidly.

There were several cheers and rounds of applause from the drunken party goers that ceased immediately when Helen spun around and lifted herself to her feet. As if on cue, the music that had been continually playing behind everyone stopped.

Helen’s doll makeup was smeared in a horrifying mess across her usually beautiful, round face. Her mouth and chin were dripping with a mix of semen, saliva, and red lipstick. Her lips were twisted in an animalistic snarl, her teeth gnashing wildly.

But it was her eyes that terrified Johnny the most. The whites had gone blood red, as if every capillary in them had burst at once. Her pupils were wide and dilated. The irises of her eyes, formerly a beautiful, soft brown, now glowed a radioactive green that Johnny recognized instantly, although it would be some time yet before he fully comprehended it.

Helen turned and faced the horrified onlookers, her body hunched, arms wide at her sides. Her fingers hooked like talons. Letting out an unearthly howl, she turned and fled into the woods.

Ten seconds of silence later, all hell broke loose.

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Somewhere behind Johnny, someone screamed. Then another. Then several screams at once. Then came the sound of running.

Johnny turned to face the noise and was met with a mind boggling scene.

A group of several men, many Johnny knew, some he didn’t, were sprinting across the yard and around the cabin, apparently heading for their cars, or at least anywhere away from here. They were being chased by several women, running after them like a pack of rabid dogs, howling madly.

The men who weren’t running were either collapsed on the ground or standing transfixed, unmoving. The remaining women were at them, pulling at their pants, ripping buttons and breaking zippers in a frenzied effort to free their dicks. Dropping to their knees, or all fours, they began to suck their cocks hungrily.

Each and every man had full erections.

Johnny turned to Tom, trying to stem his rising panic. “What the hell is happening?”

Tom wasn’t paying attention to Johnny. Instead, he was looking back towards the insane orgy. “Hey!” yelled Tom, “HEY! What the fuck???” He took off in a dash, Johnny close behind him.

The object of Tom’s attention was Judy. She was currently on her knees, servicing a mutual friend, Phil, who stood there, static and rigid, as Judy’s ruby red lips engulfed his raging hard-on.

Tom thought this quite strange and objectionable behavior, given that, one: Judy was his wife, and two: Phil was very openly gay.

“Judy!” Tom yelled. “What the HELL are you doing? Stop that right now, or I’ll…”

Instead of finishing his threat, Tom lurched towards Judy. Her head whipped up in a frenzy, growling at him. Her eyes were the same horror as Helen’s had been, bloodshot red and glowing green.

Tom jumped back from her, startled. Judy growled at him again, a growl Johnny recognized from his experiences while hunting. It was a warning, the snarl of a female predator defending its cub, or it’s kill. Judy slowly turned her head and went back to sucking Phil’s cock.

Tom, either because of shock or alcohol, clearly did not recognize the warning, and lunged towards his wife again. Johnny tried to grab his arm, hold him back, but it was too late.

Tom grabbed Judy by her hair. “You fucking slut…” he began.

He never finished. What happened next happened in a split seconds time, but for Johnny it played out in slow motion, in horrifying, vivid detail.

Judy let loose an ear splitting screech, and suddenly her face was blasted in a spray of hot thick blood. Her head whipped to one side with a terrible ripping sound as more blood gushed.

She was on her feet with preternatural speed, Phil’s torn and shredded penis dangled from her mouth, dripping. Whirling on her husband, her arm swung out savagely, fingernails poised like claws, and ripped out his throat.

Tom’s blood gushed like a fountain, spraying all over his already blood soaked wife. Phil collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. Tom couldn’t scream at all. He grasped his throat, trying to stem the blood flow. He dropped to his knees, gasped silently once, twice, then fell over. He was dead before he hit the ground.

The thing that used to be Judy looked at both her victims for only a second before turning towards Johnny, who stood frozen in abject horror. Then, letting out a howl much like Helen before her, she ran off towards the woods.

From out of nowhere, a tall, dark figure dressed in black swooped in and knelt down beside Phil. It was Ben, the guy Johnny saw talking with Barbara earlier.

“Barbara!” Johnny yelped. “Where’s my sister???”

“I don’t know,” grunted Ben. He was trying to apply pressure to Phil’s groin with a towel to staunch the bleeding. It wasn’t helping much; the white towel stained red almost instantly. “You got a phone? Call 911, man! Then find some more towels, I have to stop the bleeding before he bleeds out.”

Johnny snapped out of his trance and dug around in his pockets until he found his phone. He dialed 911, but got no connection. Tried it again, still nothing. Third try, he got a busy signal, then disconnected. “How the hell does 911 have a BUSY signal?” Johnny thought.

He tried several more calls; his parents, Tom’s parents, 911 again, his boss from work, nothing. Apparently all cell lines were down.

“Nothing, no signal,” said Johnny. “Towels,” Ben grunted, still struggling to hold Phil and keep pressure on his wound. Johnny thought about exactly what had caused that wound and almost vomited, but managed to control his gorge.

He turned to look for a towel and froze in his tracks. Several more men were still in the yard with them. All were frozen in place, each one being sucked ravenously by maddened, cock craving women.

“Stay clear of them,” Ben’s voice came from behind. “They should ignore you as long as you don’t interfere. Now find something, a towel, a blanket, anything! Go, now!”

Johnny went, giving the insane women and their hapless victims a wide berth. He found two towels on some lawn chairs and quickly returned with them.

Ben took the new towels and put them over the one he was currently holding, which had completely soaked through. Phil had stopped moving, and his screams were now low, raspy gasps. His face was ghostly white, and his eyes had rolled back in his head. It wasn’t looking good.

Johnny stood, shocked and silent, and watched his friend die.

Ben checked for breathing, checked for a pulse, and found neither. He stood, his blood stained hand grabbed Johnny by the arm. “We gotta get out of here, now! You got a car, right? Let’s go back to town, find the police, we can…”

Johnny pulled away from him. “Not without Barbara!” he yelled. “Barbara? Barbara!” Johnny turned towards the cabin, calling his sister’s name.

The women let loose low warning growls; the closest one stopped sucking her entranced victim’s cock and turned her head towards Johnny menacingly.

Ben grabbed Johnny by the shoulders, spun him around, shook him. “Will you shut UP, man? You want them coming after you? If your sister’s around, she’s probably as mad as the rest! We gotta get out of here, understand? Go get help!”

Ben dragged Johnny by his arm, and together they made their way around the side of the cabin towards the clearing filled with cars. They rounded the corner and stopped short.

Several more women were feasting on the cocks of helpless men. Johnny saw four more male bodies on the ground. Three were most certainly dead, judging from the blood pooling beneath them; the fourth Johnny couldn’t be sure about.

The women not busy madly giving head were destroying the cars. Headlights were smashed, windshields bashed in, and one was systematically puncturing tires with a lug wrench. Several cars had their hoods up, and Johnny could see a mishmash of wires and hoses dangling. And from the smell of it, at least one was leaking fuel.

The women stopped what they were doing as Ben and Johnny came into view, and all turned their heads as one to glare at them. The two closest women advanced on them slowly.

Both men instinctively made for the cabin door. Racing inside, they slammed the door, and Ben bolted the latch.

They stood there, breathless, backs against the door. Everything was quiet. Then they heard the sounds of smashing glass and metal; the women had resumed their destruction of the cars.

Ben eased his way over to the window and peaked out. The two women that had been following them had turned back and joined the others.

“I think we’re okay for now,” said Ben. “I’m going to take a quick look around the cabin, see if…we’re alone. Stay here, keep an eye on them, yell if any try to get in.”

Johnny kept watch. The women were too far away and it was too dark to be able to identify any of them. If Barbara was among them, Johnny couldn’t tell. The only one he recognized was Judy. She had apparently returned from the woods and appeared to be supervising the demolition, inspecting each vehicle she walked by, silently directing other women over to certain cars to do more damage. He realized she was making sure each and every car was too damaged to drive.

Johnny felt a hand land on his shoulder. He jumped and hit his head harshly on the window frame. He turned in a panic…but it was only Ben.

“Fuck, dude, you scared the piss out of me,” Johnny hissed.

“Sorry,” said Ben. “The cabin is empty besides us, I looked. Is there a landline phone in here?”

Without waiting for an answer, Ben started searching the living room. He found a phone sitting on an end table by the couch, picked it up, tried the buttons, then slammed it down. “Fuck,” he swore. He fished his own cell phone out his jacket pocket and tried to make a call. It was as dead as Johnny’s. Ben almost threw it across the room, then thought better of it, and slipped it back in his pocket.

“What the hell is going on?” Ben muttered to himself.

Johnny’s emotionless voice answered him. “I think…I think it was the comet.”

“The comet?” Ben replied. “What makes you think that?”

“Their…eyes,” said Johnny. His voice was monotonous. “Their eyes glowed green. The same glow as the comet.”

Ben considered this. He’d seen the comet earlier as well, but hadn’t made the connection between it and the current state of the women. If the comet was indeed responsible, then there was a good chance this wasn’t simply some crazy but isolated incident. It could mean…he needed to know more.

“The TV,” thought Ben. Hunting around, he found the remote, and started flicking through the channels. Most of them were out, but just as he was about to give up, he found one that was still working. It was the local news broadcast station in Pittsburgh, roughly 50 miles away.

The image flickered with static, but was clear enough to see the newscaster at the desk. His lips were moving, but made no sound. Ben adjusted the volume.

“…have tried to reach the National Guard for help, but have been unable to contact them so far. There are reports of chaos and looting in the streets, and local authorities are putting out the plea to remain calm and indoors until the exact nature of this crisis can be determined.”

Johnny joined Ben by the TV as the newscaster continued.

“If you’re just joining us, we’ll recap what we know so far: At approximately 10:30 PM eastern standard time, reports started coming in of multiple sexual and physical assaults on men, perpetrated by women of all ages. There appears to be no explanation for these assaults. Victims seem to be chosen at random, with some reporting attacks by family members, while others report being molested by complete strangers. Police have reported multiple casualties, as women have brutally murdered anyone attempting to stop their assaults on…”

A loud pounding on the patio doors broke both men’s concentration, and they quickly stood up, prepared for an attack.

To their surprise, they saw Harry, standing up against the glass. His face was pale and frightened, but otherwise, he looked normal.

Ben went to the door and opened it cautiously, readying himself in case Harry was being pursued. Harry darted through the door and collapsed to his knees as Ben closed and locked the sliding doors, drawing the blinds.

“Harry?” Johnny gasped. “What the hell happened? I thought you were dead, or…”

Harry was trembling, but he managed to compose himself enough to speak.

“Helen and I…went to sit by the lake, just to…look up at the stars, be alone for a little while. All of a sudden I felt her tense up, and then she looked at me, and…oh God, her eyes, her eyes were…and then I…my body went limp. I collapsed in the sand. I couldn’t move. And she was…clawing at my pants, yanking them down. I was terrified, but somehow I got…and then she was…oh, Jesus, where is she? What happened to her?”

The panic in his voice was palpable. Ben and Johnny helped lead Harry to the couch, and Ben found a blanket to put over him, trying to keep him from going into shock.

“What’s happening?” asked Harry. “I saw more women out there, they were…the men were like me, frozen, entranced…and I saw…bodies, blood…”

“We don’t know,” said Ben. “We just turned on the news. Looks like it’s happening all over. The women have…gone crazy, somehow. ”

“I thought I was dead, that she was gonna kill me,” Harry was babbling, to them or himself they weren’t sure. “But she just sucked my…it was…terrifying, but it still felt… and I couldn’t fight it, and I…didn’t want to. Then I came, so hard, so much, and then I…I guess I passed out.”

The men fell silent. The TV was still on, the news anchor continuing:

“…live footage from our reporter on the scene. We must warn you, what you are about to see is very graphic. We go now to reporter Chuck Sanders.”

The scene changed, and they were looking at a street somewhere in the city. Smoke and flames filled the air; several buildings and at least two cars were on fire. The street was littered with bodies, all appearing to be male. As the camera panned, they could see more men getting blowjobs from women.

A voice, apparently that of the cameraman, spoke over the footage.

“Marty, it’s Leon. Chuck is…well, currently unavailable. It’s utter chaos here, but I’ll try to explain what we’ve seen so far. Wild, crazed packs of women have been attacking men and are somehow putting them in some kind of trance in order to, well, perform oral sex on them. It sounds crazy, I know, but you can clearly see it happening right here in the street.”

The camera zoomed in on a heavy set, middle-aged woman in a waitress uniform, sucking hungrily on the erect penis of a man in a black suit with a press lanyard around his neck. Apparently Chuck, the reporter, was indeed unavailable at the moment.

Next to them was another bizarre coupling; an elderly grandmother was sucking on a man who looked to be in his early twenties. The old woman was completely nude; her aged, wrinkled skin hanging off her almost skeletal frame. Her dentures had fallen from her mouth and lay on the sidewalk beside her scraped and bloody knees. Her haggard appearance apparently had no effect on her victims ability to achieve or maintain his erection.

The camera panned around again to show a large group of women approaching from up the street. Some were carrying weapons of various sorts; baseball bats, axes, a few had what appeared to be broken tree branches.

The cameraman’s voice continued.

“As you can see, whatever this is appears to have affected women of all ages, although we’ve seen no children affected, thank God. But otherwise it’s women of all ages, from everywhere. You can see a pack of them coming now. I’m going to find cover somewhere, hold on.”

The camera panned down and was shaking crazily as the cameraman ran. Then it lifted and refocused, now shooting through a window. He’d apparently ducked inside a storefront.

“OK, I’ve moved inside to stay out of sight, but I’ll continue to film for as long as I…”

Suddenly, several police cars drove into view, along with what looked like a SWAT van. There was a large spotlight on the roof that lit up, illuminating the scene.

Police stormed out of their vehicles and set up a perimeter. They were heavily armed, many wearing body armor. Another group of women rounded the corner from the side of the block and joined the mob already coming down the street. There appeared to be roughly sixty to a hundred of them.

The women were in various states of dress. Many were still in their Halloween costumes. Some were in their regular clothes, or work uniforms. Still others were in pajamas, and a few were in lingerie or nightgowns. Several were partially or fully nude.

The police threw tear gas into the crowd of women, to no effect. The deranged women were running now, charging the police line. Several officers up front drew their guns, then froze as the first wave of women fell upon them.

A few in the rear lines managed to get off shots, hitting at least one woman. Suddenly the officers stopped, and turned their weapons on each other. Several cops dropped at once as gunfire cracked. One officer turned his own gun to his head; moments later his brains exploded into the street.

Then the women were on them in force. They set about slaughtering the men, either with weapons or by hand. One woman leaped towards an officer who had fallen and was scrambling to get away. She pounced on him like a tiger, and ripped his jugular out with her teeth.

The police not being slaughtered were having their uniform pants ripped and torn to shreds, as women fought to be the first to take their engorged members in their mouth.

One brave officer tried to pull a chunky, red haired woman dressed as Velma off his partner, only to be attacked from behind by a tall, thin blonde dressed as Daphne. Grabbing him by the head, she twisted it, snapping his neck with a crack.

The image on the TV shook as the cameraman trembled with fear, but he continued to narrate the scene.

“I… I don’t know why this is happening. Those poor, brave officers are either being slaughtered or…raped. None of this makes any sense. I don’t know how the women are forcing them to…”

His voice ceased as a middle aged housewife of about forty-something walked directly into view, standing just outside the large plate glass window. Her voluminous breasts were bare, sprung free from her torn and frayed Marge Simpson costume. Her red and green eyes stared directly into the camera, and she sneered.

She disappeared from view and seconds later there was the sound of shattering glass. Then a high pitched scream.

The camera shook but remained upright for a few more moments before it slowly panned down.

The last image it showed before the feed cut off was the top of a blue bouffant wig and the shaft of a thick, uncut penis disappearing into a set of thin red lips.

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The screen went blank, then cut back to the news studio. The anchor was staring with shock into the camera. A voice from offscreen was heard. “We’re on.”

The anchor composed himself, taking a deep breath, then began.

“Ladies and gentlemen…or, I suppose if you’re watching this, I’m talking to only the men at this point…I have no words to ease the horror of what we just witnessed. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families of those brave officers and to those of our reporting crew. Indeed, God help us all.”

A man stepped into frame and whispered something in the anchor’s ear. The anchor nodded, then addressed the camera again.

“We’re going to take a short break here for a few minutes. We apologize, but we’re…short staffed at the moment. We’ve just received several new reports and want to verify them before we report them. In the meantime, we ask you to please stand by, and remind you that law enforcement has requested that everyone remain indoors until further notice.”

The screen went blank, then read simply, “PLEASE STANDBY.”

Ben stood up, addressing the other two men. “Looks like we’re stuck here, at least for now. We can’t get back to town, and it looks like there’s no help there if we did. I’m going to go check our food and water supplies. Johnny, take a look around, see if we can find something to board up the doors and windows with. Harry, take a look outside, see what’s going on if you can. But don’t let them see you. See if any other men are out there still alive, maybe they’ve recovered like you did. If you see any, let us know. Maybe we can help them. But don’t open that fucking door until all of us are ready. For now, just check things out.” Without waiting for an answer, Ben was off to the kitchen.

Johnny started searching through the closets and found nothing. Then he remembered the basement. Tom kept a supply of tools and emergency supplies down there, including a backup generator and fuel. Johnny was heading towards the basement door when Harry’s voice from behind stopped him.

“There’s no other men out there, at least none that I can see,” Harry called out. “I wonder where they…wait…HELEN???”

Johnny turned back just in time to see Harry unlatch the door.

Ben burst into the room. “Harry, stop! What are you doing???”

“It’s…Helen,” Harry said weakly. “She’s out there. She’s…calling me. I have to go help her. I have to…”

Both Johnny and Ben rushed towards him. Neither were fast enough. With a twist of the knob, Harry was out the door and gone.

They could hear his voice calling out to his fiance as they reached the door. Harry was already halfway across the yard.

Helen was indeed there, surrounded by several other women. Harry slowed, but continued towards her. “Helen? Baby? It’s me. It’s Harry. Talk to me, baby, tell me what’s…”

Harry froze in his tracks as Helen fixed her gaze on him. Her face twisted in a sneer that could also have been a smile.

“It’s okay,” Harry thought. “If she wants to blow me again, it’s okay. She won’t hurt me, I know that now.”

Harry watched, frozen and helpless, as Helen dropped to her knees before him, once again pulling down his tattered shorts. His cock was already swollen and throbbing as she grabbed it roughly.

Helen looked away from him, grunted, and gestured with her hand. Another woman approached them; a young, slender blonde dressed as a Hooters girl. She certainly had the right assets for it. The nipples of her large, braless breasts poked through the now filthy fabric of her thin tank top. Her bare belly was showing, tight and firm. Harry couldn’t remember her name. Trisha? Maybe Tina? It didn’t matter. Her glowing green eyes fixed on Harry’s cock and she began to drool.

Dropping to her knees beside Helen, the blonde tilted her head as if in question. Helen grunted again, still holding Harry’s cock, and guided it towards the blonde’s mouth. The blonde began to suck eagerly, hungrily.

Harry’s mind swam in pleasure. Then it was gone. Somewhere he heard a scream. His last thought was that it might be his.

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Ben bolted the door again behind them.

They’d watched until they’d heard Harry scream, then collapse. His fiance and the young blonde that had joined her then lifted his unconscious body and carried it away, disappearing into the woods.

Ben wondered if that’s what had happened to the rest of the men he’d seen receiving the unnatural blowjobs earlier. He’d thought some had perhaps escaped off into the woods on their own, but it seemed less likely now after witnessing what happened to Harry.

After looking out the window one more time to make sure no women were approaching, Ben turned away and returned to the couch, shaking and exhausted.

Johnny took a chair across from him. “What…what do we do now?” he whispered.

Ben shook his head silently. For the first time since this insanity had started, he was at a loss. Hopeless.

The newscast, which had been silent for some time, suddenly started again. The image of the newsroom appeared once more, the anchorman back at his desk.

“We’re back on the air. Hopefully there are still some of you out there to hear this.

“We managed to get several reports in from various sources before all lines of communication went down. We’re not sure how much longer we will be able to broadcast, but we want to report what we’ve learned because we feel it’s important to do so.

“The mass assault and murder spree taking place is not an isolated incident. We’ve received confirmed reports from several of our sister stations across the east coast, including Philadelphia, New York, Boston and Washington DC. All have reported similar attacks in their areas.

“We have no news of our government making any moves to counter these attacks. We do know that local law enforcement in all areas have been doing all that they can, but many met the same fate of those you witnessed earlier in our broadcast.

“We honestly don’t have any more information to provide except what we have managed to piece together from video footage and eyewitness accounts. We feel this information, while inconclusive, is vital to pass along and may help prevent further loss of life.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to use some sexually explicit language, but I doubt we’ll be fined by the FCC at this point.

“But these are the facts as we know them: Adult women of all ages appear to be attacking men explicitly for the purpose of performing oral sex. Their chosen victims are somehow entranced and unable to fight back against their attacker.

“The women, and this will sound crazy, I know, but we’ve confirmed this, have developed some form of mind control which freezes their chosen victim in place.

“We caution you to stay away from any woman performing oral sex on her victim and do not, repeat NOT try to interfere. Multiple eyewitness testimonies report seeing many men brutally murdered for trying to stop these women, often also causing the death of their victim by castration.

“There is also strong evidence suggesting that they can also control the minds of other men, especially those who try to attack or interfere, and cause them to freeze, self harm, or harm others.

“The women will latch on to their chosen victim and perform oral sex on them until the man reaches orgasm, and all evidence suggests the women are…swallowing his semen. Once their victim has ejaculated, the woman moves on, leaving the man unconscious but otherwise unharmed. We stress again, they leave their victims UNHARMED, unless interfered with.

“We’ve also received reports of men recovering from their sexual assaults and returning to a more or less normal state of mind, although some have been reported to have almost immediately gone off to seek another woman, actively offering themselves freely. Others have reported victims simply disappearing. Still other reports, unsubstantiated, have claimed to see unconscious men being carried off by the sex crazed women.