_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... Bear Trap of Love by Krass Katt >>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ Steven came from a very unloving family. Although he was an only child, his parents were usually too busy despising each other to pay him much mind. His most vivid childhood memories were of sullen faces, threatening fists, and constant bickering. It is no wonder then, that at a very early age, Steve decided marriage was a trap to be avoided at all costs. In accordance with this resolution, Steve spent his early teenage years, for the most part, avoiding the opposite sex. Sure, there were moments when a hint of perfume or the curve of girlish hips would arouse in him that vague animal lust so peculiar to the pubescent male. But those lapses were always short-lived, for his built-in defense mechanism would soon conjure up pinched images of his mother's owlish face so grotesque he would turn away from the object of his longing with disgust. Strangely enough, it was this very reticence that made Steve most appealing to those he sought to evade. Also, by the time he was seventeen, he had become so darkly handsome, with his flashing black eyes and chiseled features, that every girl in his class longed to be the one to unlock the mysterious brooding that possessed him. At first, Steve was puzzled by the alluring glances of the girls who sized him up as he took his seat in History or English class. When the awful truth finally dawned on him, he reacted like all true masters of any game - he used his knowledge to conquer and destroy his opponent. Naturally, being so young, Steve saw these objectives in purely sexual terms. So began a long string of girlfriends that the found, unwrapped, an unwound. If this description sounds a bit cold and formulistic, it was meant to be, for Steve soon developed a foolproof strategy that could be described in no other manner. Invariably, each of Steve's encounters began when he permitted the female to make the first move. This gave his "prey" a false sense of security while, at the same time, making him appear vulnerable until he had gained a girl's complete trust. That usually didn't take long, considering his natural cunning and facility with the tender phrase. As some of the beraved ladies were to remark after his disappearance, "Steve could charm a vampire out of a blood bank!" Another useful tactic Steve learned after two or three "romances" was to keep his woman off guard through a mixture of sweetness and cruelty. As a matter of fact, it seemed that a girl became hooked on him even sooner if he was lackadaisical about returning her phone calls or avoided her in the halls at school. It was also this same enigma that made it doubly hard for him to dispose of a lover once he had his way with her. Each abuse he heaped upon a girl always made her want him twice as bad. Little did she understand this his strained conversation and paleness were merely manifestations of the human animal balking from a trap. Despite all the turmoil caused by his love life, Steve's senior year in high school went very well until a couple of weeks before the prom. At the time he was between girls and had to decide which lady should be given the privilege of taking him to the dance. He had pretty much narrowed it down to a pair of luscious juniors (who had been in hot pursuit for months) when the most peculiar thing occurred one morning before homeroom period. As was his custom, Steve was strolling down the hall "taking inventory." He was so intent on rating each girl he passed - noting her figure, face, and future possibilities - that it took him a while to realize that he, too, was under surveillance. Fearing that a teacher or a principal had guessed his game, he wheeled stiffly around, half expecting to discover a ferret-faced adult behind him. Instead, he found himself examining the shapeliest girl he had ever encountered. Such a judgment was easy to make, considering she stood framed in a sunlit doorway which revealed every shadowy curve of her body through her dress. Ironically, the same dazzling glare that highlighted her figure, also masked her cocked face in a blinding aura of amber light. As Steve took note of every delicious inch of the girl's body, he became instantly aroused. He started to compliment her several times with his old line but found his throat so unnaturally constricted that he was unable to speak. Disarmed in this manner, he felt almost naked himself. In fact, he was so uncomfortable, he never questioned why such a dainty girl should wear a spiked chain bracelet more befitting the Hell's Angels than a High School girlie. At last, the girl shot Steve a dazzling smile, and he began babbling disjointed phrases that could have made no possible sense to anyone but her. When he walked dazedly away a few minutes later, even he could recall only that the girl's name was Hester, and that HE had asked HER to the prom. He still had not distinctly seen her face. It's doubtful he could have resisted, anyway.... On the night of the big prom, Steve was uncharacteristically apprehensive. He stayed locked in his bedroom all evening, adjusting his tux and fussing over his appearance. Finally, with the eighth chime of the hall clock ringing in his head, he stomped downstairs to hiss goodbye to his parents. He was especially uncivil to his mother when she dropped his date's corsage while snatching it from the refrigerator. His father's joke about him looking like a "stiff in a monkey suit" went over about as well. Even behind the wheel of the old man's car, Steve couldn't relax. Nothing playing on the radio satisfied him, and he skipped from station to station as he wondered why he had not seen his date since that morning in the doorway. It seemed just plain and unnatural that she hadn't called him on the phone or, at least, waited around for him after school. Was it possible that she actually planned to stand him up? How foolish he would look if he went to the biggest social event of the year with no lady hanging on his arm! Only visions of Hester's sweet, shadowy body kept Steve from totally panicking as he turned on to Denizen Street and headed toward the address the girl had given him during their only encounter. Could it be that such a glamorous creature actually lived in such a dingy neighborhood? He spotted her soot-blackened apartment house sitting dwarfed beneath the smokestacks of a meat processing plant. As it was, he barely noticed the reek of old blood from the slaughter- house next door when he leapt from his vehicle and charged up the front steps. With his pulse thundering in his temples, Steve tapped lightly on the front door. Although it was a muggy May night, his teeth chattered, and his eyes had a vague, glazed look about them. He was forced to rap more vigorously before he discerned the clatter of high heels approaching from inside. Finally, the door creaked open and Steve was blinded by a blast furnace-like flash of light. Only Hester's enticing voice told him he was indeed at the right address. He did not step inside, however, until her hot fingers closed about his own. When the boy's eyes had adjusted to the glare, he found himself standing in a cavernous living room, the entire back wall of which was dominated by a fireplace. A mantel lined with hideous ebony curious ran the full length of this wall. Elsewhere about the chamber were scattered various pieces of furniture made of polished black oak. These glistened with such brilliance, they appeared to generate their own light. Steve's eyes eventually came to rest again on Hester where she stood with the firelight dancing seductively on her face. Her own eyelids were coyly downcast, and she was attired in a black formal gown that sparkled with her every movement. Her plunging neckline attracted Steve like a buzzard to a corpse. The sinister rattling of her spiked chain bracelet went totally undetected beneath the lustful thudding of his heart. Sensing her advantage, Hester ensnared Steve in her arms and led him in a crude waltz around the room. At that moment, as if on cue, soft music began to play. Steve was so bewitched by the sensual nature of this melody, he lost track of the course their dance followed across the living room and through an adjacent hallway. The next thing he knew, Hester had released her embrace, retreated a step, and slipped her dress off her shoulders and onto the floor. By now all thoughts of the prom had slipped from Steve's mind, as well. Steve blinked in amazement as he drank in every slinky curve of the girl's naked form. At last, he realized that he was in a dimly lit bedroom, and that she was motioning for him to lie back on the waterbed behind him. When she saw that he was too numb to respond, she took his hand and ran it across the satin coverlet over the bed. This simple act brought him unspeakable pleasure and seemed to promise even more. With the recklessness only carnal lust can produce, Steve tumbled backward and reached out his hand for his lover. He hit the coverlet with a sploosh that made the gooseflesh thick on his buttocks. The next instant he felt himself sinking out of sight in a benumbing tank of dank liquid. He was completely out of breath by the time he touched bottom, shoved off with one foot, and propelled himself to the surface. When he broke water, he was greeted by the first real glimpse of Hester's eyes. A scream rattled from Steve's throat, and he sank from sight a second time. With the freezing water deadening his limbs, it felt like an eternity before he again hit bottom. When his foot finally did touch, a pair of jaws clamped shut around his ankle. Sharp teeth tore into his flesh, and clouds of blood bubbled upward past his face. In an animal frenzy, Steve kicked and thrashed until the lack of oxygen choked the fight out of him. Only as his tuxedo-clad form sagged to the bottom of the tank, did he see the bear trap that secured him, as well as several other unsprung traps on the bottom of the tank. Meanwhile, two crimson pupils peered expectantly downward into the dank pool. Just as the water quit bubbling, the faint buzz of a doorbell echoed from the hall. Hester glanced once more into the water, then pulled the satin coverlet in place over the bedframe. As she left the room to answer the door, her hellish eyes were cast coyly downward. Her formal black gown sparkled with every delicious movement of her hips. _ _ _____________________________________________________________________ /((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321 [ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412 \ / |PURE NIHILISM..........new # soon Ripco.................312/528-5020 (' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 The Works.............617/861-8976 (U) |===================================================================== .ooM |1989 cDc communications by Krass Katt. 09/30/89-#115 \_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.