Kali's Altar 4

At dinner, both Lilith and Octavia were tied to chairs and sedated. The Gothic Girl and Black Sally sat quietly eating their stew. Brianna decided to break the silence, “What’s with the lights going out and the table flipping over?”

Black Sally answered, “She’s telekinetic, she can move things with her mind.”

“Yeah? Why doesn’t she make her ropes come off?”

The Gothic Girl called for Ira. When Ira arrived, the Gothic Girl told her to go out to the dog kennels and get a plate of shit. Ira returned with a plate of fresh dog shit. The Gothic Girl said, “Set it down in front of Brianna and take her stew away.” The plate was placed directly in front of Brianna. The Gothic Girl commanded, “Eat!” Brianna hesitated, Black Sally got up, punched her in the jaw and shoved her face in the shit. “She said eat BITCH!” Brianna pounded the table and flung her arms around, knocking plates and silverware to the floor. Sally punched her in the side of the head, sat back down and finished her stew.

Brianna raised her head. Her face and bandaged eye socket were covered with feces. The Gothic Girl said, “Now pick up your spoon and finish what’s on your plate. Clarence, do you have any shit to talk at the table today?” I shook my head.

Brianna picked up her spoon, scooped up some shit and put it in her mouth. She tried to swallow, gagged, then she turned her head and vomited on the floor. She yelled, “FUCK! I CAN’T DO THIS FUCKING SHIT!” Sally pulled her pistol and bashed Brianna in the head. The blow knocked her out of her chair. The Gothic Girl got up and kicked her in the head. She grabbed the pot of stew from the table, dumped it on Brianna’s head and beat her with the empty pot.

Sally pulled off Brianna’s boots and pants, the she ordered her to get on her hands and knees. The Gothic Girl went to a chest, opened it and pulled out a large oak paddle. She tossed the paddle across the room to Sally. She caught the paddle, gripped it with both hands and swung it like she was trying to knock a baseball out the park. The blow landed with a terrible meaty “SHMACK!” Brianna yelped like a dog struck by a car. The Gothic Girl yelled, ‘ONE!” The paddle came down on Brianna’s bare ass again, “TWO!” It went on till the Gothic Girl counted 20. Brianna laid flat on the floor whimpering.

Sally threw the paddle on the table. She picked up her pistol and knelt by Brianna’s head; she grabbed her by the hair and shoved the barrel of the gun in Brianna’s mouth. Black Sally said, “Look at you. You’re a filthy, pathetic whore. I’ll blow your fucking brains out your head, then we’ll chop you up and throw you in the stew. You better learn to mind your fucking manners at the table bitch.” Sally and the Gothic Girl untied Lilith and Octavia, then they led them away.

I helped Brianna to the bathroom. I washed her. I cleaned and bandaged her wounds. I heard the Gothic Girl’s voice in my head, “Let’s go Clarence. Tell Brianna to get dressed and get downstairs. We’re leaving in 20 minutes.”

I got two pairs of black coveralls from the room that had once belonged to Selene. I changed into one, and gave the other pair to Brianna. The Gothic Girl was in the foyer waiting for us when we got downstairs. She wore the uniform, long black skirt, black leather boots, black sweater, black leather jacket, black scarf on her head, black gloves.

Sally sat in the driver’s seat of a white Chevy Blazer with tinted windows. The Gothic Girl rode shotgun. Brianna and I got in the back. We each tried to lay down on one of the long seats in the back, the Gothic Girl ordered us to sit up.

Lavinia’s image came into my mind. She wore the black mask with the red stripe. She danced around a bonfire at midnight; naked except for the mask and a pair of thigh high leather boots. In her right hand she carried a severed head, in her left she carried a dagger. Then I stood by the bonfire with her. She placed the dagger and head on the ground; she beckoned me to come.

When I was in her arms; it felt like drowning in a deep, dark ocean of anguished resignation. I had no future beyond her. I could never escape her. I had no life before her, and there could be life for me after her. I knew she truly loved me, it filled me with fear, joy and dread. Her love would come at price. My soul belonged to the devil…in the form of Lavinia.

The Gothic Girl snapped me out of my trance with a slap to the face. I marveled at the rapid change in her and Sally. The new Matriarch changed the family structure, the nature of her authority and all of the dynamics down the line. The Gothic Girl and Sally had quickly adapted to their new roles. The house had a completely different energy and atmosphere. It was much more violent and brutal. The events of the day could have only foretold a very cruel and bloody reign.

The Gothic Girl said, “Brianna, do you have any old contacts so we can make this easy?”

Brianna asked, “What do you mean? One of my old clients?”

“Yeah.”

“All I need is a phone.”

Sally and I waited in the Blazer while the Gothic Girl went with Brianna to a payphone in a gas station parking lot. After about ten minutes they got back in. The Gothic Girl said, “Brianna hooked us up. Brianna, tell them.”

Brianna said, “It’s a guy I know who has a kidnap fantasy. He wants to be kidnapped and played with, whipped, fisted, cock-and-ball torture and strap-ons. He doesn‘t want to miss this opportunity.”

Sally asked, “When and where?”

“Clayton Park, northeast corner in 35 minutes. He’ll be wearing a yellow windbreaker.”

Sally laughed and said, “That’s pretty fucking convenient. So we just roll up on him, snatch him and he goes along with everything?”

“I told him that I have two Domme friends with me that he’d want to meet. His stupid ass would jump out of a window into a truckload of broken glass for that kind of party.”

The Gothic Girl said, “We’ll just pull him in, cuff him, tape his mouth and throw him on the floor.

The snatch went smoothly. He was smaller guy, about 5’8, 160 pounds. He didn’t struggle or try to run away when I jumped out and grabbed him. All I had to do was push him toward the truck and tell him to get in. We had him cuffed and on the floor in seconds without a fuss. His face did show signs of concern when he saw Brianna’s battered face and bandaged eye.

As soon as we brought him in the house, I heard Lavinia‘s voice, “Bring him to me.” The Gothic Girl, Sally and Brianna all stepped away from him. I led the man upstairs to Lavinia’s room. Candles were lit on the altar. They cast an eerie glow on the blood-red room. Lavinia sat up on her bed. The man tensed when he saw her. The lighting and the bandages combined to make her appear to be a woman without a face. The man looked like he was in a trance.

He approached the bed on his own and laid down flat on his back in front of her. She said take the cuffs off, unbutton his shirt and pull down his pants. As I did, the man moaned and his dick sprouted up from a red bush. The man put his hands behind his head. Lavinia ran her fingers down his chest and grabbed his balls. All I saw was a quick flash of steel; then she was holding the man’s cock and balls in her hand. Blood squirted out the gaping hole like a faucet. The man screamed but he did not move. Lavinia’s voice said, “He thinks he’s paralyzed.” The man’s face went white as chalk. Lavinia laid back, slid her hand under the blanket and started masturbating as the man bled out on her bed right in front of her.

Her voice said, “Pick up the knife. Yesss. Cut off his lips. Now his nose. Yesss like that. Stab him. Yesss again. Again. Again! AGAIN! AGAAINNN!!! Yeah Yeah…good job slave…now cut his throat.”