Jack Burton - Steamy Screams - Anthology of Erotic Horror

“Be gone before sun down,” he had screamed.

That wasn’t love, Mei thought. Her father was just as bad as the other cultures he defamed. Just as bad as the genital mutilations in Africa, the honor killings in the Muslim religion… killing to preserve honor. She had to laugh. And America was just as bad; the death penalty: killing people for killing people.

It was her last thought before darkness washed over her. She didn’t even register the pain of being struck.

It was still dark outside when Mei’s eyes finally opened. Despite the moon, she could barely discern her surroundings. Her head throbbed and her mouth was dry; she tried to move but felt pressure on all sides of her body.

A shrill voice pierced her ears; Mei winced at the harsh Japanese dialect. She recognized her name and a few other words in the speech, but nothing concrete. She blinked, her vision started to clear, and in the moonlight she could make out several figures standing above her.

Above her?

Mei struggled again. Only her head moved; she tasted sand.

I’m buried. Oh, my God! Where did they take me? I’m buried up to my —

The voice cut her thoughts off, more Japanese words of hate. She caught her name again and the other words were for dishonor, and lechery, or unfaithful. She couldn’t be sure.

“Please, I’m sorry. Help me…” She tried switching to Japanese, struggling to pronounce her words correctly, hoping to reach her captors.

The voice ignored her pleas and continued. Mei knew that these people—five figures in all—, whoever they were, were from her building. She was still too dazed from the blow to her head to recognize the voice.

Could be Daniel .

Could have been anyone, their faces were hooded, further scrambling the voice. Then Mei noticed that the figures were not just standing there; they were moving, but Mei couldn’t really be witnessing what she thought she saw.

She recognized another word, one that only the American boys had used. Something brand new in movies, perhaps? It was a B word.

Mei forced herself to concentrate, strained her eyes and focused. In horror she realized she was right, her captives were fondling themselves, masturbating as they shouted insults at her.

The B word again, Bukkake; but this time, Mei remembered what it was. She remembered just before the first hot load splattered across her face; the man grunted heavily.

“Please, no! Daniel is that—”

A second cry broke her words off and yet another jet of sticky sperm landed on her face; this one hitting her straight in the left eye.

“Aggh” she cried. It burned and blinking was doing nothing to relieve the pain. She wanted to wipe the spunk away, but there was no chance of her breaking free of her sand encasement.

Mei’s sanity shattered as three more loads of man juice, a substance she had once cherished, threatened to drown her. She thought it couldn’t get any worse; then, through sperm-stuck eyelids she saw the blade. It’s steel glinted in the moonlight; a razor sharp katana. Deep below the sand, Mei soiled herself with fear.

She remembered what Bukkake was, what it really was—or at least what it was rumored to be—, back in Feudal Japan.

It was more than just mass ejaculation. More than just public humiliation. Sometimes it even ended in death; death to those who were unfaithful, those who were sexually shameful—cheaters.

And despite what Mei told herself, she was a cheater.

Mei closed her eyes as the blade swiped across the sand. In her vision, the moon turned upside down—the last image on her retina—as her sperm-soaked head rolled across the sand, turning the soft white grains red.

James Beamonwrites because he has to… and he can’t find anything worth watching on T.V. But he doesn’t need T.V. when his wife is a muse and his son is amused by the stuff he makes up. And the cat… well, the cat’s not a fan of speculative fiction but has learned to attack on command. James calls Virginia home but his IT work takes him all over the globe. A quick peek into his mind and latest projects can be found at http://fictigristle.wordpress.com

Kenneth Whitfield’s work has appeared in the comic anthologies: Death Rattle, Trailer Park of Terror and When Drive-Ins Attack! , the prose anthologies: DemonMinds and Gone With the Dirt: Undead Dixie , and online at Horror Garage . He currently resides in North Carolina and is working on more dark tales.

Jason Andrewlives in Seattle, Washington with his wife Lisa. He is an associate member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and member of the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers. By day, he works as a mild-mannered technical writer. By night, he writes stories of the fantastic and occasionally fights crime. As a child, Jason spent his Saturdays watching the Creature Feature classics and furiously scribbling down stories; his first short story, written at age six, titled ‘ The Wolfman Eats Perry Mason ’ was rejected and caused his Grandmother to watch him very closely for a few years.

Natalie L. Sinis a horror writing living in the Midwest. Her work has appeared in numerous print and online publications including The New Bedlam Project , The Red Penny Papers , the upcoming Nocturnal Emissions Anthology (Library of Horror Press). When not writing Sin enjoys too much coffee, and Japanese rock.

MP Johnsonpukes up stories about monsters and weirdos. He is the mastermind behind Freak Tension fanzine, which covers punk rock and things that eat brains. His horror stories have appeared in a wide range of underground books and mags. Find out more at www.freaktension.com.

JD Stoneis the pen name for Daniel Fabiani, a native New Yorker with a bullet mouth and sharp opinion. His stories have been featured in Sins & Tragedies, Pill Hill Press, Library of Horror Press and more. He’s writer currently disguised in scrubs at his day job, but is breaking out as a journalist. You can contact him at: SolitarySpiral@gmail.com.

Gregory L. Norrislives and writes at the outer limits of New Hampshire. A former columnist and feature writer at Sci Fi, the official magazine of the Sci Fi Channel (before all those ridiculous Ys invaded), he once worked as a screenwriter on two episodes of Paramount’s STAR TREK: VOYAGER series. He is the author of, among others, The Q Guide to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Alyson Books) and The Fierce and Unforgiving Muse: A Baker’s Dozen from the Terrifying Mind of Gregory L. Norris (Evil Jester Press, 2011)

Kenneth E. Olsonhas published the stories “Remember Me” (with artist Chris McJunkin, with whom he also co-created the comic book Ninja Garden ), in Dark Horrors Anthology #1 from Arcana Press, “Hope Eternal” (with artist Olli Hihnala) in Mysterious Visions After Hours #1 from Dimestore Press, “Endless Embrace” in Being Magazine and “Depths” on the Stargate website. He lives in Minnesota with his wife Emily, his two children Gage and Morgan, three hamsters, two fish, and a dog named Lucky. He also believes a raccoon may be living under his deck, but makes no claim of it as a pet.

John McNeeis employed as a reporter for a local newspaper on the west coast of Scotland. In his spare time he writes horror fiction. He is a firm believer that the maxim “truth is stranger than fiction” only applies to those suffering from a severe lack of imagination. His work appears elsewhere in the anthologies: D.O.A., Ruthless, and Gospels of Blood, Psalms of Despair, as well as in the online and print versions of Sex and Murder magazine.