‘Claws,’ an Erotic Horror Novel, Chapter One

[some sexual content]

Sandra Brahms woke up surrounded in bushes.

“What the–?” she whispered, then looked down at her body.

She was naked.

“Oh, my God!” she gasped, then put her hands over her breasts and crotch. “Hey, why don’t I have any pubic hair anymore?”

She got up and looked up at a cloudless, blue summer sky in the early afternoon. On the other side, opposite the bushes, was a tall chain-link wire fence separating her from a large backyard swimming pool. Since only dirt, mysterious spots of blood, and a few blades of grass were sticking to her skin and covering it, she figured she needed a swim to clean off; but would she get caught?

Don’t worry, a female voice said in her mind. I’ll protect you.

“Mama?’ she whispered, remembering the voice from the night before. “Is that you?”

Yes, the voice said. Your Mama Kluh. You summoned my spirit last night, remember?

You mean, my Mama Chloe? Sandra thought, sensing correctly that the spirit could detect her thoughts. Where am I? What happened to my step-dad?

You’re in Toronto, Kluh mentally told her. You’re safe from that bastard.

“Toronto?” Sandra said out loud, then cupped her mouth, hoping no one (especially no boys or men) heard her.

Yes, Kluh told her. I had to get you as far away from Hamilton as I could, and fast, after what we did to rescue you from him.

What did we do? Sandra mentally asked the spirit. I don’t remember.

Images flashed before her eyes, each one flashing in split seconds: Her stepdad, Mort Brahms, on top of her nude body in bed. A stabbing, phallic pain inside her. Long, sharp, bony claws grow from her fingers. Hair grows all over her body. She growls. Mort gasps at the sight.

“My God!” Sandra gasped, her eyes agape. “Did I–?”

Yes, the spirit answered. It will all make sense to you in time. For now, just get over this fence, go in the swimming pool, and clean yourself up. Don’t worry. I’ve taken care of everything. You’ll be fine.

“But, what if–?”

Impatient with Sandra’s doubts, Kluh took control of her body and made her climb over the fence with ease, then had her run to the swimming pool and jump in the deep end. She swam and swam, getting nice and clean.

As she continued swimming, more flashes of moments from the night before, in her house in Hamilton, went before her eyes: those claws, stabbing into Mort’s chest. His blood splashing everywhere. Him gasping and grunting, then coughing out blood. She shook her head at the images, then went down deeper in the water.

The owner of the house came into the backyard from the back door. He went closer to the swimming pool and saw a curvaceous young woman swimming underwater. He couldn’t make out a swimsuit on her: only the delicious peach colour of her skin. He smiled from ear to ear.

“The Missus will be at work all day,” he whispered to himself.

She poked her head out of the water, and saw him ogling her.

Before Sandra could gasp in fear, Kluh took over her body again. She swam over to the side of the pool and put her feet on the steps. No, no, Mama! she told Kluh in her thoughts, knowing what the spirit was thinking. He won’t like my fat, ugly, hairy body (Oh, wait! My pubic hair’s gone.). If he does like my body, though, will that clawed monster kill him if he tries to rape me?

With a lewd smirk on Sandra’s face, Kluh went up the steps to reveal her frontal nudity to the man. Sandra saw her nakedness in the reflection of the large back window of the house: no fat, no flab. Instead, she saw a flawless body, like that of a porn star. A totally unrecognizable image to awkward, eighteen-year-old Sandra.

That…isn’t me, Sandra thought. Mama, you transformed my body?

Yes, Kluh answered, now completely out of the pool and blithely allowing the man to enjoy seeing her large breasts and hairless crotch. Kluh had Sandra continue smirking at the lecher. “Hi,” she said to him.

“Hi,” he gasped, his smile never leaving his face.

Mama? You’re going to let that man have his way with me?

Don’t worry, Sandra. It’s all part of the plan.

What plan? What if he hurts me the way Step-Daddy used to?

He won’t. I have this all planned out. He’s useful to us.

What if you’re wrong, Mama?

I’m not. We in the spirit world have access to forms of knowledge you mortals never could. I took you here because we need him. He’ll help us set you up for a new life in Toronto. Trust me.

What if he forces me…what if he sticks it in my…?

Then I’ll kill him with the claws.

“What’s your name, honey?” the man asked.

“Callie Seaver,” Kluh had Sandra say, using her middle name and mother’s maiden name.

I don’t think this is my real mother, Sandra thought, even though she knows so many intimate details of my life. My tampering with the spirit world was a mistake. I should never have tried to summon my mother’s ghost to save me from the man she married after Daddy died. Oh, why did both my real parents have to die on me so early in life?

The man took Sandra by the hand and led her into his house.

She saw more flashes from the night before: her claws slicing and scratching deep cuts into Mort’s chest and guts. He falls to her right on the bed. She jumps off it, then jumps through the window, shattering glass everywhere. She lands on the ground outside, then leaves her neighbourhood by running and jumping in huge, high leaps.

Sandra shook and almost fell in the man’s living room.

“Hey, watch your step, honey,” he said, grabbing her left arm to stop her from falling.

“Oh, thank you,” Kluh had Sandra say. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue deep in his mouth. He had his hands on her ass, squeezing the cheeks.

Between pecks on the lips, he asked, “Wanna…come upstairs?”

“Sure,” Kluh sighed, though Sandra, without any control over her body, wanted to shake her head.

“Lemme dry you off with a towel first,” he said. “Don’t want the Missus to see water dripping everywhere.” He got a big, fluffy towel from the upstairs bathroom and dried her off, then led her into the bedroom. She got on the bed on all fours, with her ass pushed out and her legs spread so everything was showing. “Damn, those have to be the two most perfect entrances ever.”

Sandra shuddered when she heard the man’s words, his unzipping of his fly, and getting on the bed on his knees behind her, making her even more nervous. Are you sure this is necessary, Mama?

Yes, Kluh told her in her thoughts. Don’t worry. This is how I’ll get him to do stuff for us. We do him a favour, he does us one.

Are you my mother’s ghost, or are you a devil?

I’m a Polynesian goddess of sex and death, Sandra. And I’m making your life a whole new, much better thing. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.

Sandra felt the man begin entering her vagina. A memory of her stepfather raping her several years back caused her to yelp, but she was surprised to feel lubricated–obviously Kluh’s doing. As the man slid in and out of her, Sandra remembered those many times throughout her teens when Mort had been in the same position with her. It hurt every time with Mort, but he’d managed to convince her that she ‘liked it,’ even when he, so to speak, used the back door.

The first memory of the night before flashed in front of her eyes again: Mort’s painful entry, her getting angry–like Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk–and her turning into that hairy beast with the claws.

Sandra didn’t want this man on her back, but she didn’t want to kill him, either. Strangely, as much as she didn’t want the sex, she was getting aroused. Kluh was making it pleasurable for her.

She hadn’t misheard the spirit’s name: it was Kluh, not Chloe, her mother’s name. This wasn’t her mother’s ghost–it couldn’t be. It was some devil possessing her. Summoning a spirit to save her from Mort was a dreadful mistake, Sandra was realizing more and more with every thrust from that man behind her. Kluh wasn’t helping Sandra. This “Polynesian goddess” had an agenda of her own. But how could Sandra get rid of her?

Kluh made Sandra orgasm, a pleasure that made her feel like a prostitute. The man, however, wasn’t finished with her.

He pulled out. Looking down at her ass, he grunted, “What a pretty brown eye.”

Oh, no! Sandra thought. He’s looking at my…he wants to…

Don’t worry, Kluh said. You’ll be fine.

She felt him begin to enter her the back way. But Kluh, my step-daddy used to do that! It really hurt. My trauma will make me go wild. I don’t wanna kill this man.

You won’t turn into the clawed beast, Kluh said. It won’t hurt.

Indeed, as the man went further inside, Sandra felt herself lubricated again, by Kluh’s mysterious abilities. It didn’t hurt at all…not physically. Still, it made her remember…

Another memory of the night before flashed before her eyes: Her running and jumping along the side of a highway leaving Hamilton. Her jumping on the top of a bus headed for Toronto. Her claws digging deep into the roof of the bus. Nobody on the bus noticing the impact of her body when it landed on the bus, for Kluh made the driver and passengers oblivious to it. Her hair flowing in the cool night breeze; the hair on her body keeping her warm.

This doesn’t hurt, Sandra thought as she felt the man still going in and out of her, but it’s really making me tense. I’m scared. Will I turn into that beast again, and claw him to death? He’s a creep, cheating on his wife and reminding me of my traumas, so I’d kind of like to kill him (as I’m kind of glad I killed Step-Daddy); but I don’t want any more blood on my hands.

“You’re…so…tight! Unh!” the man grunted.

Sandra felt his disgusting sweat dripping on her back, reminding her of Mort’s sweat; but Kluh was enjoying the anal. Sandra was terrified, but had no control over her body. Was Kluh secretly planning on killing this man at the end of the sex? She told Sandra everything would be OK, but the spirit had lied before about being her long-dead mother.

Another memory of the night before reappeared before her eyes: the phallic pain in her vagina; her hairy transformation; her claws, stabbing into Mort’s chest; his blood, her growling…

“Oh!” the man groaned, then pulled out and sprayed on the sheets. “Shit! I’m gonna…have to…clean that up. I’ll have to…tell the Missus…I’d been beating off.”

He zipped up his pants. It was over. Thank God, Sandra thought.

Kluh had Sandra look back at him. “I need to borrow…some of your wife’s clothes. Drive me downtown…and buy me some clothes…for myself. Then drive me…to the most popular…strip joint in Toronto. I’ll take it from there.”

“And if I don’t?” he asked.

“Your wife will know what we did.” Her eyes pierced into his with a killer look that showed she meant business.

“O-OK, on all counts.”

They left in his car, her in a blue dress of his wife’s, about thirty minutes later.

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