Thread: Adventures of Black Metal Gore Whore (Kassy & Razorlandside)

The 'Venue' for the show was about thirty miles away from town, halfway between the middle of nowhere and fuck all. There were a few reasons for that... The first? Skullrape was not the kind of band that went to the more 'respectable' places. They had a reputation for trouble and their fans were little better than animals before the music started, afterwards they were nothing but a frothing mob. When touring season started they would hit open festivals and other similar shows, but this time of year they stayed local and played where they wanted. The second...? Because an abandoned cement factory did not charge cover. The band could pocket what it earned and not have to worry about damages to the event. They and their roadies could set shit up however they wanted. Fuck fire codes. Fuck security. They were not wanted. They were not needed. The factory was huge, set on the edge of a tapped out quarry with plenty of space for parking and that space was needed, Skullrape was getting big. It would only be a matter of time before some big label tried to court them. Fucking let them. They had fans who would drive two-hundred miles a week to hear them play. Hardcore and hardass. Of course Skullrape would not be the only band there this evening, there were some others mostly of the same size and following as Skullrape, but none quite as rabid. The entire quarry had the atmosphere of a music festival already and the bands had not even started playing yet. Bonfires burned, singles blared from stereo's and metal-heads drank, fucked and got high. Inside the factory the stage was a portable affair, the majority of the money going into the sound equipment to ensure the heaviest and hardest sounds possible. Lighting was provided by portable generators that fueled strobes and spots but little else. This was not some produced masturbation session, this was raw and uncut. -- Nick was relaxing in the hours before the show, leaning back on one of the ratty fucking couches that his band-mate Lugh Clay the old man of the group and the bass player, always insisted on dragging around to every gig. The man himself was lounging on another of them, smoking a joint and and listening to some of his own favorite tunes. Lugh was in his fifties and had been touring for years as part of various different bands. He was the one who had first got them all together after seeing Nick play at a battle of the bands a few years ago. Most everything was his really, including the ratty fucking trailer the band shared when they were at an event. The voice of fucking wisdom but just as hard as any of them. Nick turned his head listening to the screams coming from inside the trailer where his other two bandmates were fucking 'The Bitch'. Jason and Tommy Terror were twins and did everything together. Drugs. Women. Music. Even time, they were the only members of the band with actual hard-time on their sheet so far. For what they never said but Nick figured it was for drugs or something. They were a pair of fucking addicts but Tommy was a fucking intense drummer and Jason was a god on the guitar, even put Nick in the role of backup guitar. But the pair of them could not sing for shit and you could hear it in their grunts and moans as they tag-teamed the whore in the trailer. They were in their thirties which put Nick, still in highschool on the firmly junior end of the age range. Still... Lugh, Jason and Tommy knew that it was Nick who provided the power to their band. His vocals blew them all away and as a songwriter he was second to none. The grunts and cries from in the trailer settled after a few more minuets and then a few minuets after that the pair of them came staggering out, followed quickly by their whore. The brothers had their arms around each others shoulders and were nude, their long blonde hair hanging down around their shoulders and the track marks standing out on their arms as obviously as the tattoos that covered both of their necks and chests. Why the fuck the pair of them kept everything identical Nick would never understand. The Bitch who as far as Nick could remember had never once given her real name to the twins, and preferred whatever derogatory shit the band decided to call her, followed behind the twins stopping at the trailer's entrance to lift her leg and press it against the side of the beat-up old shit-pile. A glob of cum dripping from her gaping pussy and landing in the dirt as she used a wad of toilet paper to wipe the rest out of her cunt and from the crack of her ass. Discarding the used tissue without a care as she lowered her booted foot back to the ground and cast her eyes over the band. She only wore the combat boots and despite getting fucked by the drugged up twins a few moments before her expression was a bored neutral and she barely even looked like she had been sweating. The 'Bitch' was an oddity. She followed Lugh around like a dog, but he never fucked her more than any of ther other band members and had been with them since Lugh first put them together. Lugh for his part treated her like the rest of them did. A mixture between groupie, stage manager and cum-rag. The 'Bitch' never complained. Nick took his eyes off of her and glanced towards Lugh as the bigger and older man sat up, glaring at the two druggies. The fuck I tell you two about shooting up before the show? His voice was deep and rough, not naturally but from a decade on the stage and chain-smoking like a machine. It was an old argument. Lugh did not give a shit what they did before a show normally, but the Twins had a habit of shooting up and then wrecking themselves before they ever got on stage, which made it a bitch since they'd have to borrow a guitarist from another band and have the 'Bitch' take over drums and while she was passable she was utter shit compared to the rest of them. Nick tuned it out and sat up, turning to stick his leg up over the side of the couch as the 'Bitch' moved to take seat beside him, pausing only to grab a joint off the overturned barrel that they were using as a table and light it before dropping into the seat next to him with a grunt. Her impressive torso tattoo on full display as she took a drag off the joint and glanced towards Nick. Who ya thinkin about? She asked with only half interest. Nick frowned and spit onto the ground, his eyes narrowing. He hated how she could do that. He'd hated it forever. He did not answer her and instead closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Of course that meant he could not see her shrug... But of course he felt her right hand move to his belt and undo it. Followed by his fly. He felt her hot hand wrap around his slowly stiffening cock a moment later and let his mind wander as the girl jacked him off while his bandmates argued and she smoked her joint. He was of course thinking about the bitch from the day before. Kassy Moon, he could not help it. He did not particularly care one way or another if she showed like he had challenged her too... But part of him wanted to see. Part of him wanted to know what was going to happen. Would the girl show up? Would she flake? That mystery was enticing to him. Almost as enticing as she'd been with blood streaming out of her nose, her fingers buried in her cunt and squirting all over his leg. He could feel the Bitch stroking his cock and it made the memories from the previous day all the stronger. All the more intense. He could feel his balls tighten as his breath picked up, he would blow soon... Come on bro... You don't get this hard for me. Who ya thinking about? I am Jealous. The bitch's voice was low and soft, she was whispering in his ear and it ruined it for him. The image of Kassy in his mind vanished and with a grunt he grabbed his sister's hand and pulled it from his cock. The glare he turned on her was withering, but she just smirked at him. She'd run away from home with Lugh five years previously. She'd only come back into his life when Lugh got the band together and he treated her like what she was. But he hated it when she tried to get involved in his life. When she tried to pretend like she knew him anymore than she knew the twins. She was just another fucking whore who'd came and went from his life, the only different being that she'd come back and now hung around like a bad fucking smell. Fuck off. It's none of your business. His voice was hard and sharp as he got to his feet, ignoring her smile and stuffing his cock back into his pants before heading into the trailer. Leaving the 'Bitch', his estranged sister Sabine smirking after him and watching. The trailer was a mess, it smelled of sweat and cum and the floor was filthy with detritus. He ignored it all and made his way towards the back of the trailer where his gear was stored and set about prepping for the evening, trying to forget about whether or not he was going to see that woman again tonight. ---- Their set was the second of the evening, right after the warmup act. Skullrape was in amazing form, their sound set the crowd on fire. There was no seating on the floor of the cement factory, it was a free-for-all of elbows and knees and fists for standing room only. The unlucky would be forced to stand outside and listen to the distorted echos that made it out of the building. Their most hardcore fans like always were front and center, painted and unpainted faces screaming at the stage. Bloody noses and black eyes already visable on many faces between flashes of the strobes and the screams between the thunder of the bass. Everything else was forgotten. It was just Nick and the music. Just the primal sounds that escaped his lungs with every powerful scream or tearing lyric. With every movement of his fingers on the steel strings. With every raging sound that escaped the crowd. He was a monster. They were all monsters. They were monsters of sound and rage and angst and he loved it. He revelled in it. This is what he lived for. Nothing else. Not sex. Not drugs. Not anything. There was no future or past. There was this moment of sound.