The Devil's Daughters

To most people in San Diego it was a normal day. The city ran amok with businessmen, teenagers, parents, writers, and musicians that filled its streets. Downtown, Joshua walked the streets trying to find a ride to Normal Heights. He, himself was a guitarist for a local band who had a lot to run from. A heroin addict since sixteen, he dropped out of school, packed up his bags, and ran away from home. His mother was particularly abusive, and cruel to boot. Most of his memories were shrouded currently though; he was going into the first of his least favorite stages in the day…withdrawal.

He meandered through Horton Plaza Mall beginning to twitch. He needed a fix badly. He grew nauseous, and ran to the bathroom. Nothing. He went back to the mall and patrolled the car park for someone he knew. He fucking stuck gold within five minutes. His ex-girlfriend. He was none too pleased.

“Hey Rachel, what’re ya up to? How are you doing today?”

“You’re fucking stoned again, aren’t you? I thought I told you, you little shit, don’t talk to me when you’re fucked up.”

“No need to become the bitch goddess my love, I happen to be sober and despising it. I was actually inquiring as to how you actually are doing. You know, how’s life, your baby, that asshole you’re dating…”

“God, I can’t believe you. Although, I do find it almost romantic, in that pathetic sort of way. Ever the smartass I see. The one thing that endeared me to you as you decided to start spiraling the drain.

She was right and he knew it. He was spiraling the drain, awaiting his turn to meet the blackness at the end of existence. He decided a long time ago that his life had been stolen away from him at an early age. Biding his time, waiting for his lucky day.

“Rache, all reminiscing aside, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I happen to be in a bind. My buddies ditched me and we were all supposed to hit up Alan’s house for some beers. I probably shouldn’t but we all know exactly what I have to do with my time.”

I’m on my way out to The Boulevard, I’ll drop you off. Get in.”

They drove off from the mall, made it to I-5, and took off. Within 20 minutes they were away from the bustling metropolis that is downtown, and made it to the more residential area. Ah, mock suburbia, a place where the city dwellers could go to get far enough away from the bustle of the city, without actually having to leave. As he pulled up to where he at least told Rachel where his friend lived, he got out and thanked her in a rather short tone of voice, quite befitting of a jealous ex-boyfriend who was upset that he had pissed the last good thing in his life away. He went into the back yard until he was sure that she had left. Once he was certain of that, he began walking down the street ready to find a way to score.

Rebecca and Chris have always been the best of friends. For as long as they could remember they had always had only each other. Racing down the road, they began to reminisce over the time they had first shared a kiss. This was well before their parents knew of their personal exploits together. They were bisexual, but deeply in love with one another. They held each other’s hand as Rebecca drove. They slowed down when they saw someone they couldn’t help but gawk over. He was about 6 foot tall with long dark brown hair. He was walking passed a parking lot. Upon seeing him they were instantly impressed. After a brief exchange of ideas, they decided it was a good idea to have some fun with him. They pulled into the parking lot and slowed to a snail’s pace.

“Hey! You look like you could use some coffee!”, Rebecca and Chrissy yelled out in tandem.

“Do I know you ladies?”

“No, But I really think you want to” Rebecca responded in a purr.

“You know what; I could use a cup of mud. I’ll have to hop in with you two though.”

“Get your ass in then!” Crissy spoke with authority.

They sped off. They decided to go to one of the local coffee houses near by. They talked for hours about everything and nothing and got most of each other’s stories. Chrissy and Rebecca had explained most of their stories and Josh had gone into what he could think of at the moment. His memory was shaky. Eventually so was he.

“I really don’t feel too good. Do you two lovely ladies party at all?”

“Sometimes, yeah…”

“Well, I have a little bit of cash, but I would love to get you two stoned, whaddya think?”

“We’ll be right back, you stay put, or else we’ll have to beat you”, Rebecca said, as he began to smile darkly.

The girls went to the bathroom to discuss things he thought. They looked like party girls to him, and they did mention that they were into pain. He was all for that. He couldn’t feel much of anything these days. It was nice to know that he was still alive. They came back and explained that they did not know where to find anything. When he mentioned that he knew just the spot, the foot bridge over by Lips, a transvestite bar, they were well on their way. They turned by the 7-11 and went straight down to the last street. They parked and he got out and crawled under the bridge. Sure enough there was his dealer, almost waiting for him.

“Hey man, I need some shit.”

Money exchanged hands, and then so did the product. He ran off and got back in the car. He was smiling like a kid who just ate his first bit of cotton candy. No one said a word. They got back to Rebecca and Crissy’s apartment off of Fifth and immediately went indoors. He opened the bag and showed them the finest heroin he could afford. The three of them grinned in anticipation. The two girls decided to take it easy on the blow, Joshua finished off what they didn’t. Soon after they began to kiss each other quite violently. The two girls decided to break the kissing for something a little more interesting. They handcuffed him and then began to strip him, with his shirt hanging off of the handcuffs.

“So, you like a little bit of pain? Well that’s a good thing, you little shit. Get down on your knees and keep your mouth shut!” Rebecca spoke sternly with a hint of sexuality and anger. “I told you down on your knees!” She kicked the back of his legs, and instantly fell. “Do you know what we do to asshole’s that don’t do as we say?”

Chrissy decided it was a good time to enlighten him. She dragged the tip of a knife vertically along his throat. “We make them hurt”. She was definitely in heat. She smacked him across the face with authority and began to rub herself against his arm. “Are you going to listen, or are we going to have to make you listen?”

He didn’t say a word.

He felt a paddle against his back, and instantly knew that something was not right. He couldn’t tell what was amiss, but something definitely was. He began to wonder if something was wrong with them, if there was something that he had missed. It was likely; after all, he had been in the throes of withdrawal and was currently beginning to nod off. He began to wonder if he could somehow take it all back. He faded into unconsciousness.

When he woke up, Joshua was in extreme pain, and not the good kind. His back felt like it was being torn off. While he was in his narcotic dreamland, Rebecca and Chrissy had done all sorts of vile things to him. They had him set up in a chair they had made themselves. A device of pure torture. It had nylon lines with fish hooks in the end on the outside backing. On the inner backing there was nothing, just his back, with fish hooks in deep in his skin. These bitches were twisted. He found that he was naked. They had affixed nipple clamps on his scrotum, and this time it was Rebecca’s turn to ride him.

“Rise and shine, daddy.” Rebecca hissed.

“Becca, why are you doing this to me?” He managed between deep breaths as she pulled on the lines harshly. He knew he was in trouble.

“Oh, come on daddy, you used to love this game, don’t you remember?” This time her voice was guttural and absent. She got out of his lap and straddled him in a reverse cowgirl position. He saw her back. It was covered in tiny scars he assumed were from fish hooks. Chrissy stood by with a knife in one hand and masturbating with the other. She moved in closer and shoved her hand into his mouth. He had to admit, it tasted good, but he was also convinced that would be the last pleasurable thing of his day.

“Don’t take all of the fun Becks, I want to make daddy feel good too!” She moved in and as soon as Rebecca was out of his lap once more, the chair was pushed backwards and he fell with it. When it hit the ground, he jerked and the hooks tore a little of the skin. He was in agony. This wasn’t fun anymore. He began to actually worry about his life for the first time in ages. Chrissy bent down at the knees, and began to suffocate him with her vagina. He felt a knife blade at his throat. “Lick!” She commanded in an almost psychotic moan.

He did not hesitate for a moment. He was afraid for his life. She wouldn’t get up for a minute. He began to feel light headed. She got up and he panted, urgently gasping for air. When she came, she came all over the place. He was glad that was over with, but then realized that he still had one more crazy bitch to deal with. He began to realize that these two had serious problems, and that he may very well be on the news within the next few months, most likely in a bizarre death story.

“Look, you two have me scared shitless. This isn’t fun anymore. Please, let me go. I will do anything. I’ll even go sober. For the love of God, please, let me go!”

He saw the look in both of their eyes. Neither of them were in the present at all. They both had a strange look of terror and vindication on their faces. Right then and there it dawned on him that they were reliving something.

“Oh, come on daddy, you don’t want to play anymore?” Rebecca said as she pulled her own knife across his calf. Blood trickled down his leg. “This is what you deserve. You want to get high and fuck me? Fine, I’ll have my revenge, just you wait and see.” She straddled him once more and began rocking back and forth violently. “Guess what, all those times you fucked me, the child you made me abort! It’s about to come back on you, you son of a bitch. If you come, you die. It’s that simple. Blow your wad, and Chrissy will kill you, isn’t that right?”

“Oh, you have been bad to her, I will kill you. If you don’t think I can, try me. I got you once, and you came back. I don’t know how, but you did. And I get the pleasure of taking you out a second time.”

Joshua was terrified. Something he got off on. He tried to hold back, but he couldn’t. Rebecca felt him shoot inside of her. He had tried to hide the endorphin rush from his orgasm, but failed miserably. He felt something cold against his throat. Then he faded into oblivion for the last time.

Rebecca and Chrissy had acted quickly one they sobered up. They gloved up and gave his corpse a shower, making sure to clean every inch of his body with meticulous detail. They waited until two A.M. and dumped his body in a ravine. On the ride home they didn’t say much to each other. Finally Rebecca spoke tearfully.

“I can’t believe that just happened. He looked, sounded, and was even an addict, just like my dad. We even killed him just like we killed my dad. It serve both of them right, anyway. I hate drugs, but I got rid of a piece of shit. He would have turned out just like my dad.”

“I can’t fucking believe you baby”, Chrissy responded. “Do you even know why I slit their throats?”

“No, I never understood why you did that actually.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Me and you always loved having sex with each other. Daddy had me first. I was jealous, you left me for him. Now I have you. It does serve him right sis.”

THE END