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A Trip with Strangers

Rufus Ryan

    I was feeling euphoric; appreciating my freedom and liberty like I never had before. My mind was lost somewhere in a psychedelic cosmos, and I was ready to live and ready to die in my cosmic consciousness. I had never felt happier to be alive.
    Wearing just my jogging pants, I stood on the side of a road named Nut Place. I was very content with just standing around and watching the car lights with my altered vision, but I was looking for more adventure. And that is why my thumb was pointing towards the night sky as I watched the glaring car lights zoom by me.
    As I enjoyed listening to the lights of the cars, I was also entertained by something else: the thought of how I could take a few steps to possibly reach the inevitable. Thinking about jumping into the traffic was scary but thrilling. The terrifying thought made me feel powerful and in control. It also made me think about forever. But, like always, I quickly banished the thought of forever from my mind.
    After awhile of watching the light show while thinking about what it would be like to choose my own ending, I walked to a bus-stop shelter that was close by. I had to light my cig somewhere where the wind wouldn’t fuck with my lighter’s flame.
    After my cig was lit, I went back to my hitchhiking position and put my thumb out again. While my thumb asked for a ride, I waved my cig around in the air. As I watched the red trails that my cig’s cherry was leaving behind, I wondered how long it would it take to get a ride. I also wondered if I would live to tell my hitchhiking story. But I was ready for anything; thanks to a chemical that I delivered to my brain via a sugar cube.
    About a thousand cars passed me without offering me a ride. Some of the people honked at me, some of them threw things at me, most of them just drove by, but one car stopped. It was an old, rusty, puke-green station wagon.
    As I approached the green jalopy, its front passenger-side window was quickly rolled down. A woman’s excited voice said, “Get in!”
    I glanced at her. Her face was blurred by my altered vision, but the blur didn’t hide her beauty: she was definitely a vision.
    I got in the backseat of the car. First, I glanced at the big monster that was sitting next to me. Then I looked in the rearview mirror; which held the reflection of the driver’s blurred face. The driver asked me, “Where you going?”
    “Nowhere,” I said.
    The woman laughed. “We’ll take you there!” She looked back at me. With an intense voice, she asked, “Are you a hitchhiking killer? Are you going to kill us?”
    I laughed. “No, I wasn’t planning on killing you.”
    The driver looked back at me. I watched the skin on his face melt as he calmly said, “Well, we are going to kill you.”
    Before I could even think about getting out of the car, the driver hit the gas and merged back into traffic. I thought, Should I jump out of the moving car, or go with these strangers and possibly meet a torturous death?
    I didn’t jump out of the car.
    After the driver informed me of his plans to kill me, he started a casual conversation with me. “Dude, you’re skin is...really fucking white! We thought you were that notorious hitchhiking ghost that people have seen around here.”
    I laughed. “Oh, you’re talking about that ghost that haunts that funny farm over there.” I pointed at it. “I’ve heard when people give him a ride he always leaves a burning cig on the car seat before he disappears.”
    “Yeah, we’ve heard that story,” said the driver. “No smoking back there.”
    The driver and the woman laughed. The monster remained silent.
    I fired up a cig. “I’m not that ghost.” I laughed out the first drag of my cig. “I guess you where hoping I was, huh.”
    The driver glanced back at me. “Yeah! That’s why we picked you up. But we’ll still take you nowhere. Even though you’re probably crazy. Hitchhiking without a fucking shirt on!”
    The woman laughed. “And where the fuck are your shoes and socks?”
    “I never wear shoes or socks. I’m a nudist!”
    In unison, the driver and the woman started laughing. While they laughed, the monster stayed dead silent; which made me wonder about him. But all I could do was wonder about him, because his frightening, gloomy aura warned me not to speak to him.
    The driver put his arm around the woman’s shoulder. “This is my wife, Chassity. My name is Jeremy. And the guy sitting next to you...that’s Sad.”
    I laughed. “His name is Sad!” I laughed again. “Fuck, that’s a depressing name. Who the fuck would name their son, Sad!”
    “Someone did,” said Jeremy. “What’s your name?”
    “My name is Rufus!”
    “That’s a cool name.” Chassity looked back at me. “But we’ll just call you...Whitey!”
    I laughed. “Alright, that’s cool.”
    After the introductions were over, not another word was spoken by anybody for what seemed like hours. The radio wasn’t on, the windows were rolled up, and the only sound inside the car was our breathing and movements.
    After enjoying the trippy, awkward silence that surrounded me for a mysterious amount of time, we pulled into a driveway. Jeremy said, “Come on, Whitey! Let’s go in the house. We’ll have some fun before we kill you.”
    Chassity and Jeremy laughed.
    I laughed. “I’m ready!”
    Dead silence returned as Jeremy and Chassity looked back at me. Chassity said, “Ready for what?”
    I smiled at them. “To go inside!”
    Chassity giggled. “Oh, fuck yea! Let’s party!”
    “Fuck yea!” said Jeremy.
    “Yea fuck!” I yelled.
    Jeremy and Chassity laughed.
    We all got out of the car. I followed the strangers towards their house. As I walked behind them, I realized that we were in the country, and that they didn’t have any neighbors.
    After following them into their house, the first thing I saw was a huge, rusty meat cleaver hanging on a wall. Despite my expanded mind, I couldn’t imagine any reason why they would have a meat cleaver hanging on their wall as a decoration.
    After staring at the meat cleaver as I walked by it, I followed them into their front room. “Have a seat, Whitey. I’ll get you a beer,” said Jeremy. “And don’t worry about getting killed. We were just fucking with you, dude.”
    I laughed. “I know you were.”
    I really didn’t know what the fuck was going on in their minds.
    I took a seat on their black leather couch. Jeremy and Sad walked out of the room. Chassity went to the entertainment center and turned on some death-metal music. Then she came to the couch and sat by me. We both fired up a cig. “So, Whitey! You looked fucked up. You on drugs?”
    “Yea!” I laughed. “It’s amazing what sugar cubes can do to the mind.”
    She smiled. “Cool, we’re into sugar.”
    I looked around their front room. It looked like a BDSM dungeon. I said, “Yeah, looks like you’re into...fuck! What do you do in this room?”
    Chassity laughed. “You’ll find out.” She pinched my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
    She left the room. I was all alone in the first-floor dungeon. While my hosts were gone, I just puffed on my cig and looked around at all the whips, chains, and other BDSM apparel and equipment that was scattered throughout the room.
    While Chassity was still out of sight, but still in mind, Jeremy and Sad came back into the room. They walked over to where I was sitting on the couch and they stood right in front of me. I knew they were trying to make me nervous by crowding me. But I just smiled at them; letting them know that their intimidation tactic wasn’t fazing me.
    Jeremy grinned at me as he handed me a bottle of beer. I briefly thought about the possibility of the beer being tainted. Then I tapped his bottle with my bottle. I took a sip of my beer as Jeremy took a swig from his. Jeremy said, “Whitey, mi casa es su casa. And what’s mine is yours and what’s...never mind.”
    After taking another small sip of my beer, I set it down on top of a stack of BDSM magazines that were on their coffee table. Then I gave Jeremy a funny look. “It’s an interesting atmosphere in here.”
    Jeremy laughed. “Yeah...”
    “Do you guys have people over often?”
    “All the time.” He put a puzzled look on his face. “You scared? You want to leave?”
    I put a puzzled look on my face. “No. Should I be? Should I want to leave?”
    “No, you’re cool. We like you, Whitey.”
    “Yeah...I like you guys, too.”
    I smiled at Sad but he didn’t smile back. He just continued to look at me with a blank stare.
    Jeremy looked at Sad, then at me. “Does Sad scare you, Whitey?”
    “No, but his name does.”
    Jeremy laughed. I glanced at Sad, then I looked at Jeremy. I said, “Fuck...you guys going to sit down or what?”
    “No”, said Jeremy.
    I gritted my teeth as I grinned at Jeremy. I asked him, “Do you like to give or receive pain?”
    “Both.”
    “Physical or psychological?”
    “Both.”
    I shook my head. “So many years of change.” I laughed. “And now we enjoy suffering.”
    “Yeah, some of us do, Whitey. Masochism is nothing new. Neither is sadism!”
    Jeremy slapped Sad’s face. Sad didn’t show any emotion, and he just continued to stare at me. I didn’t show any emotion, either. I expressed my shock with words. “What the fuck! That was brutal...fuck!”
    Still standing right in front of me, Jeremy smiled at me. “Yeah, it was. You want one?”
    “No!”
    Jeremy laughed. “Sad and I have to go downstairs for a few minutes.”
    I looked at Sad, then at Jeremy. “Alright...”
    Jeremy asked, “You alright?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, I’m alright.”
    “Don’t worry, Whitey. Chassity will keep you company while we are gone.” He slapped my knee. “She can touch you, but you can’t touch her.”
    Sad and Jeremy disappeared before I could assure Jeremy that I wouldn’t touch his beautiful wife.
    It seemed like Chassity came back into the room the exact moment Sad and Jeremy were out of sight. I was shocked by her sudden reappearance into the room, but more by what she was wearing: a school-girl outfit. She looked irresistible and very sexy! I wanted to touch her.
    She sat by me on the couch. She smiled at me. I smiled back at her. Before my smile was off my face, I got another surprise from her. She lifted up her short skirt and adjusted her panties so I could see her pretty, pierced flower. I smiled as I stared at her glistening, pink petals, and my lad smiled, too.
    Chassity pointed and laughed at my blood-filled pecker. “Whitey! What the fuck! Are you some kind of sex-mutant?” She gently patted my lad’s head. “I have never seen one become erect so fast! Do you have a hormonal disorder or something?”
    I laughed. “You’re witty! And funny! And you just touched my wang!” I started laughing uncontrollably as I tried to get my wang to go limp. “Fuck! It’s like an unmovable stone!”
    As I continued to try to get my lad to behave, I realized how much fun I was having with Chassity. I was really starting to enjoy my time with the strangers, or at least with Chassity.
    I gave up on trying to get my wang to go limp. I just let it point to the ceiling. I said, “Fuck! I wish I hadn’t worn my jogging pants tonight.”
    Chassity let out a contagious laugh; which caused me to have another laughing fit.
    After my laughing fit was over, as sudden as death can come, I became very anxious. I looked away from Chassity. I didn’t want to talk, and I hoped that she would stay mute so I wouldn’t have to speak to her. She didn’t, though. “Whitey! Your prick is still erect.”
    I wanted to laugh but I couldn’t. I was about to panic.
    Like many times before, after taking a minuscule amount of my favorite drug, I was experiencing horrible side effects.
    Chassity put her hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright?”
    I brushed her hand off my shoulder. “Just give me a minute, please.”
    “Alright...”
    I closed my eyes and put two fingers on each one of my temples. I could see the chemicals moving around in my brain; controlling my mind. But I could do nothing to stop them from doing what they wanted to do; from making me feel how they wanted me to feel.
    I was uncertain about how much time I spent dealing with the anxiety, but as sudden as the anxiety came, it went.
    I opened my eyes and looked at Chassity with a blank stare. She asked, “You alright?”
    I smiled. “Yea, I’m better now.”
    Chassity smiled as she ran her hand over my thigh. I said, “Hey! You trying to get my lad excited again.”
    She laughed. I said, “Wow, you look really sexy in that outfit. Does that clit piercing hurt?”
    “Yeah! But I love pain. It’s my ultimate, erotic pleasure.”
    “Cool.” I fired up a cig. “I’m not into pain. My ultimate pleasure is...fuck! I don’t really know.”
    Chassity stared into my eyes; penetrating my lenses with her powerful glare. I stared back in her eyes and watched her mind think. I watched her mind put the questions together. “You want to see me get whipped? You want to see me enjoy some pain?”
    I grinned as I grinded my teeth. “Fuck! Whipped! I don’t know, Chassity.”
    “It’s not that bad. They won’t whip me as hard as our ancestors whipped their black slaves. They’ll just whip me hard enough to open my skin, to draw blood, to make me experience ecstasy.”
    I scratched my goatee. “I know it will be pleasure for you, but—”
    I stopped talking because Chassity started slowly running her hand down the side of my face. Using a sultry voice, she said, “I’ll be naked.”
    I smiled. “Alright, I’ll watch.”
    Right after I told her I’d watch, Sad and Jeremy came back into the room. They were dressed in black catsuits, and they both had black masks on. They had whips in their hands, and they looked like they were ready to cause some pleasure.
    Chassity got off the couch and walked to Jeremy. “Jeremy, Whitey wants to watch me get whipped!”
    Jeremy looked at me. I nodded my head. Jeremy asked, “You think you’re ready to watch her bleed, Whitey?”
    “Fuck yea I’m ready!”
    I puffed on my cig as Jeremy took off Chassity’s outfit and underwear. When she was completely naked, Sad locked her wrists and ankles to the chains on the wall. I grimaced as I looked at the ugly scars that were scattered all over her beautiful body. I thought, What the fuck!
    The show started. With the death-metal music blaring, I watched Jeremy and Sad whip Chassity repeatedly. Her blood started dripping from her wounds as her orgasmic-screams mixed with the death-metal music. I was mesmerized. I couldn’t take my eyes off what I was witnessing. It was incredible to watch someone enjoy something that most people try to avoid.
    After Chassity enjoyed at least a hundred lashes, Sad and Jeremy turned up the intensity of the show. Jeremy turned off the lights, and Sad turned on a strobe light and aimed it at Chassity.
    Before the whips started hitting her again, she smiled at me. Then she yelled at Sad and Jeremy. “Give me more you fuckers!”
    The flashes of light sped through the darkness and repeatedly hit Chassity, and so did the whips. As they whipped her tits, stomach, and upper thighs, I puffed on a cig as I stared at her face.
    Some time later, Jeremy shocked me out of my trance by tapping on my shoulder. “Ah! What the fuck!” I looked at him. “Oh, hey!”
    “You enjoying the show?”
    “Yeah! It’s fucking wild! It’s bloody! It’s crazy!” I laughed. “I love it!”
    “You want to whip her?”
    “Not really.”
    “That’s cool. You don’t have to.”
    Jeremy walked back to Chassity and freed her from bondage. As Chassity walked towards me, the flashes of the strobe light continued to hit her naked body. When she got to me, she stood right in front of me: giving me a close-up view of her beautiful, scarred and bloodied body. After I glanced at her flower, I looked at the blood that was dancing on her stomach. She said, “Whitey?”
    “Yes?”
    “Look at my face!”
    I kept staring at the blood on her stomach.
    She slapped me. “AHHH! What the fuck!”
    She sat by me on the couch. “Touch me, Whitey.”
    As I stared into her eyes, I fondled her bloody tits. Staring back into my eyes, she said, “Yeah, Whitey! Come into my fucking world!”
    Chassity rubbed some of her blood onto my face. “Do you want to experience this ecstasy, Whitey?”
    “Yeah!”
    Chassity got off the couch. “Follow me.”
    I followed her to the chains.
    As Sad and Jeremy locked my wrists and ankles to the chains, I watched Chassity put on a red-latex nurse uniform.
    After I was chained to the wall, Jeremy pointed the strobe light at me.
    The flashes of light were freaking me out. I almost started screaming before I received any lashes.
    Chassity gave me some advice. “Just accept the pain and you should be alright, Whitey.”
    “Alright, but I only want to receive a few lashes. And I don’t want to be hit as hard as they hit you. I have a low tolerance for pain. I don’t want to bleed.”
    Chassity laughed as her rage turned her into a lunatic. “YOU WILL BLEED!” She smacked me. “When I was ten-years old I had a low tolerance for pain! But by the time I was twelve, my father had beaten me so often, I developed a high tolerance for pain. I started to crave pain! I saw my own blood! YOU WILL SEE YOUR OWN BLOOD!”
    Chassity pulled out a knife and cut off my pants; leaving me in just my white boxer shorts. “HEY!” I shouted. “What the fuck am I going to wear when you drop me off?”
    “Drop you off?” Jeremy laughed. “You won’t need pants to go to your eternal reality of nonbeing.”
    His words infused me with terror. The terror instantly spread through my mind. I knew the fun was over. I knew I was possibly at the begin of the end. And fight or flight wasn’t a option.
    I sneered at Jeremy. “JEREMY! Don’t fuck with me! Don’t fuck with me! Don’t fuck with MEEEEE!”
    Jeremy put his masked face close to my face. “WE AREN’T FUCKING WITH YOU!” He backed away from me. “Fucking hit him, Chass!”
    The end of her whip hit my chest. “AHHHHH! THAT FUCKING HURT!”
    The pain was excruciating.
    I yelled at Chassity, “LET ME OUT OF THESE CHAINS!”
    Chassity slapped me. “Shut the fuck up! ACCEPT THE FUCKING PAIN!”
    She started hitting me repeatedly with her whip. She laughed after every lash cut open my skin. My screams of insanity and pain filled all the space in the room with my suffering.
    When they finally stopped whipping me, I looked down at my body. The blood was dripping from the wounds on my chest and stomach and onto my boxers. What was ecstasy to Chassity, was pure agony to me.
    I looked for sympathy where I knew I wouldn’t find it. “Don’t do this, Chassity.”
    She spit on my face. “We were really just fucking with you about killing you. But now...”
    Sad smiled at me. I said, “Ah, fuck!”
    Chassity laughed. “Sad is going to kill you.” She lit a cig. “But not yet.”
    Chassity took off Sad’s shirt; exposing his huge, muscular back. Then, using my chest as her blood palette and her fingers as paintbrushes, she started painting some fucked-up symbol on Sad’s back.
    After Chassity was done with her painting, she slapped me with her bloody hand. “I love the way your bright, fresh blood looks on your pale skin, Whitey.” She looked at Jeremy. “Let’s keep him a couple days before we kill him.”
    Jeremy shook his head. “We can’t! You know Sad can’t wait that long.”
    I closed my eyes and started screaming. I was broken. I was more in touch with reality then I had ever been before, and I was ready for the strangers to give me my ending.
    I stopped screaming and opened my eyes. I started cussing and spiting at them. Chassity yelled, “Stop him, Jeremy!”
    Jeremy stopped me by punching me in the stomach. While I struggled to breath, Chassity put a gag in my mouth. Then, with their eyes showing their anger, they started whipping me again, and again, and again. My mind and body got weaker and weaker with every lash I received. And the torture continued for what seemed like an eternity; until I entered the darkness of unconsciousness.
    After an unknown amount of my life had passed me by, I experienced the light of consciousness again. Euphoria returned with the realization that I was still alive. My vision was clear and my senses seemed to be back to normal. My body was hurting, but I was happy to be feeling pain again.
    With my head resting on a hard surface, I stayed motionless as I stared at a twilight sky. I was outdoors, and as that realization set in, I just smiled at the beautiful sky that I thought I would never see again.
    As I stared at the sky, I realized there was something on my face. It felt like I was wearing a mask. I asked myself, “What the fuck is on my face?”
    I peeled some of the stuff off my face: it was dry blood. My whole face was covered with a layer of blood. And the blood mask reminded me of the blood I shed while with the strangers.
    I got up from the ground. I looked down at the bleeding wounds that were on my chest and stomach. I asked the sky, “What the fuck is wrong with them people?”
    I looked around at my surroundings. I was in the exact same spot where the strangers picked me up. I started laughing as I thought about the irony.
    Wearing just my white, blood stained boxer shorts; I continued to laugh as I started walking back to the farm. Once again, I survived a trip with strangers.

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