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

It was during the second song that he saw her. Honestly it was a surpise he even did, the crowd really was electric tonight, his voice was a match that lit a pool of gasoline normally he would be carried away by it as much as any of them were. But once his eyes found her he was stuck firmly in the moment, just like he had been in the theater before she leapt into his arms. It was not enough to break his cadence and his eyes passed over her in a heartbeat, but he knew it was her. It was not just the heavy tits on full display or the shape of her jaw. It was something more primal. Something that overode his earlier curiosity with certainty. He had just locked eyes with someone worth his time. So rare an occurence. So perfect. A woman who had flouted the rules of society, who had drawn his attention with casuel flaunting of her own sexuality. A woman he had already beat and humiliated and had come back to him for more. As if to say what he had done to her had just been flirtation... She was the real fucking deal. He had seen it in the way she was screaming at the stage, in the way she ignored the probing hands of the man who ground himself into ass through her thin skirt and who groped her chest without abandon. He moved across the stage the mic in his hand as he belted out his lyrics with even more power than before, his bare chest covered in sweat and exposed before the crowd. He walked along the front of the stage, treading on hands that reached out for him, doging the ones that tried to catch him. He paused near the pair, leaning down to scream his lyrics into the crowd as men and women reached out to claw and grab at his skin. It was so intense... Something about having her there made it better than before, as if he were having sex and showing off for another lover at the same time. He could feel the eyes of men and women on him, admiring him and wanting him and wanting to be him, could feel them needing him. But she was more. More everything. He struck out with his free hand bloodying the nose of a man who had hold of his hair and then straightened back up in time to hit his next bass note, tilting his head back and tearing it out for several moments before Tommy took over with a solo. Nick moved to the front again headbanging with his hands on his knees, letting the music take him. Fill him. He felt it. His blood was on fire. A fan managed to push himself up onto the stage, screaming. Nick did not hesitate, stepping forward to grab the metalhead by his shoulders before headbutting the smaller man square in the face, once and then twice before shoving the figure back into the crowd which swallowed him a heartbeat later. Nick could feel the blood in his mouth before he could taste it. He had split his lip. Or bit his tongue or both. It dident matter. The pain was life. The blood was wine. He could feel it running down his forehead too, staining down his eyes. It was only then that Nick brought himself in front of Kassy, standing before her section of the crowd and blowing a mist of blood from his lips out over them as he screamed in pure primal emotion. The solo was still going strong longer than it was supposed to but Tommy was on fire. Nick's expression was something else, some kind of unholy mix of feelings and emotions as he reached down and unhooked his belt, pulling his cock free and exposing it to the crowd that answered with a roar that breifly overwhelmed the speakers. His cock came out even as he spit a glob of blood out into the crowd, aimed for Kassy. You sick fucks wanna see something good? He yelled into his mic as Tommy handed his solo off to Jason on the drums. The answering roar was again deafening as he glanced down at Kassy... he felt like god staring down at her with his cock in his hand. It was hard to see from those far away, but not so difficult for those nearby... His piss leapt from the tip of his cock in a powerful arc, he turned his hips and his shaft spraying across three other women in the front before the hot stream came to Kassy and stayed, the stream of urine aimed right at her face. It wad alot, the time on stage and all the water helping as he emptied his bladder over his classmate inbthe front row. His eyes never leaving her As he spoke into the mic again. Thats right mother fuckers! Fucking animals piss on the dirt to mark their property! This bitch right here is fucking dirt. His eyes were alive as the stream finnaly weakened, pouring across the stage for a moment before slackening completely. I watched this whore lick her own piss off the ground the other day just because I told her too! That earned another cheer from the crowd as the music faded behind him, the rest of the band watching the show with grins as they kept up some low notes. Of course he had not seen her clean up the mess like he was pretending... but seeing her here made him certain she had. It made him excited... his cock hard in front of all these people. She is hard fucking core! If you bitches out there aint like her then get the fuck out because when the next song starts all you sluts are fair fucking game! He glanced down at her, gave his cock a few experimental strokes and then leaned down. Bringing his face towards her and grinning theough the blood. He did not use the mic this time but screamed into her face so she could hear him over the press. It was distorted but the words were clear enough. 'If you survive ill bring you on stage.' Then he was moving back again as the rest of the band Amped up for their latest, Aural Rape. Yeah. They were a match... but this crowd was no longer gasoline... it was fucking rocket fuel and he wanted to see what would happen when he set it alight. He wanted to watch his twisted, sick and suicidal angel in that mob. He wanted to watch her rip and tear into his music. He wanted to watch her get torn apart. He wanted to see bloodm he wanted to see fists. He wanted to watch her rape and be raped. He wanted it all and he wanted more. He wanted to do it to her. He wanted to drag her up on stage like the winning dog in a prizefight and show everyone what he was seeing. Fuck them if they did not understand. Fuck anyone who judged him. Fuck god because there was not one. Then the music was alive again, powerful and strong. It filled the air and he allowed himself to disapear into it, allowed it to fill him and destroy him. There only flashes now, moment between throat tearing screams and pounding bass. He had no idea when it atarted. How long it took. His first view as of a man in the front row with a woman sitting backwards on his shoulders, nude and grinding her pussy onto the mans face as she flashed the crowd and screamed. Then he caught snatches of other sights and figures through the crowd. Visions of fights. Visions of sex. Of rape. Of violence. Visions of hell that his music evoked. A crowd even more insane than usual. He saw the mosh pit, hard cement space littered with shadows of men and women. Half fucking and half fighting. He caught a glimpse of one girl getting nailed by one man doggy style, only for her partner to get sucker punched off of her and immedietly replaced by the attacker, like dogs fighting over a bitch in heat. He ignored it all, the sounds of the crowd roaring with the speakers. He only wanted to see Kassy. She was it. So his eyes went to where she had been in the front of the crowd. Eager to see what was happening.