The Lioness and the Black Widow 13

Antigone entered the cell followed by the twins. They slammed the door behind them. I no longer feared, I no longer hoped. I was in the cold, uncompromising embrace of Death. Antigone pulled the length of pipe from her boot. I remembered her smashing a man’s teeth out with that piece of pipe; before The Duchess skull-fucked him with her strap-on. The Duchess set her coffee cup on the floor. I heard her voice in my head, “Clarence, come over here and lay down on the table.”

As I obeyed her command, it was as if my spirit had left my body; floating inches below the ceiling. I watched myself walk to the table at snail’s pace, hunched over like a worn down old man. I saw one of the twins punch me in the mouth. I heard her scream at me, ordering me to hurry up. I saw the other twin kick me in the ass. Then both began laughing uproariously. My spirit descended back into my body to be greeted with pain, shame and the taste of blood in my mouth.

Staring up at the dull, grey cement ceiling as I laid flat on my back, naked on the table; I marveled at how one simple wrong turn, one mistake, had put me on that agonizing, lonely, merciless road. The wood table was cold against my flesh. The Duchess remained seated in her chair, inches away. She lit another cigarette. Her voice asked, “Do you think we’ll need to tie you down?”

“Just kill me and consume me.” I thought.

The Duchess replied to my thought, “You won’t get off that easy Clarence. You’ve killed with us, you’ve consumed the meat with us, you’ve learned our secret medium, you are a part of this. You are a part of us. Why would I want to hand you over to Death? She’ll take you in Her own time. I think you still have work to do here.”

“This isn’t work. This is entertainment for you.”

“Clarence I haven’t been entertained since I got myself off for the first time while watching a man squirm around the floor, covered in blood and entangled in his own intestines. Since then, it’s all just been more of the same. The faces change, but that’s it. The screams, the pleading, the sobs, the tears; this doesn’t vary much from person to person. Everyone bleeds, everyone dies, everyone has a breaking point. It used to be a challenge for me to find that breaking point. It’s not challenging anymore, it’s disappointing. It disappoints me that people break so easily.”

A warmth came over me, it felt like someone had covered me with a blanket. The Duchess’ voice in my head had a soothing effect despite the frigid cruelty her words conveyed. For a moment, I felt close to her. For a moment, I believed that she was letting me in; giving me a glimpse of her inner-being, sharing herself with me. The thought caused me to get aroused, my dick began to stiffen. My delusion was shattered when Antigone smashed me in the testicles with her piece of pipe. My eyes squeezed shut and I curled up in the fetal position. My body was instantly covered in sweat. The air felt colder. I shouted out in agony as I laid there clutching my knees to my chest, shivering.

The Duchess rose from her chair, grabbed one of my ears in each hand and pulled me off the table. My body hit the cold cement floor with a loud “Schwap!” When I tried to rise to my feet, the twins began kicking me in my stomach, ribs, arms, legs and head. They stomped me back down to the floor. I curled back up into a ball, my arms covered my head. The kicking stopped. I looked up to see The Duchess standing over me. I saw the bottom of her boot as she raised her foot above my face. Then all was black.

An ice-cold shock snatched me out of my unconscious state. I woke up screaming, wet and freezing. I had been placed in a tub full of ice water. I struggled to pull myself out of the tub, my body wracked with pain. Unable to stand, I pulled myself up over the edge of the tub. Then I laid on floor, violently convulsing. I felt hot tears flow from my eyes. I heard myself sob through chattering teeth.

Several minutes passed before I gained the presence of mind to consider my surroundings. Every movement caused me excruciating pain, even moving my head around to analyze the room. It looked like I was in the bathroom of a motel room. The door was closed and I was alone. The light shone bright in the spotless white bathroom, looking at the walls felt like looking into the sun. My head pounded and throbbed. I closed my eyes and listened. There was nothing. I wondered how long I had been out, what had happened during that time, how I got where I was and who was on the other side of the bathroom door.

It wasn’t long before I found the answer to the latter. Rather, it didn’t take long for the answer to find me. The door swung open, the twins stood in the doorframe staring at me, smirking. They each grabbed one of my legs and dragged me from the bathroom to the main room. Antigone stood by one of the beds, The Duchess sat on the other. Antigone grabbed my wrists, then they heaved me onto the bed, flipped me over on my stomach and tied my hands behind my back. The Duchess’ voice entered my mind, “Congratulations Clarence, you survived the first 24 hours.”

I thought, “What happened? How long was I out?”

“You don’t remember? You were only out for about an hour before the party, then we let you sleep a couple hours before we threw you in the tub. We figured you’d want to clean up after everything you did last night. I have to say, you really know how to get your freak on Clarence. I had no idea you had that in you.”

“I don’t remember anything.”

“That’s because we drugged you. I was doing you a favor. I knew you would be resistant to the idea of getting fucked by a bunch of hairy, sweaty guys, so I had to alter your state of mind in order to purge you of that resistance.”

I screamed out, “YOU SICK EVIL BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!”

The Duchess spoke out loud, “Clarence, I don’t appreciate you taking that tone with me. ‘Sick, evil bitch’ huh? That’s you Clarence. You’re sick. You’re evil and you are a bitch.” She pulled a laptop from under the pillow, opened it and turned it towards me. “Would you like to see just how much of a sick, evil bitch you are Clarence?” My heart pounded. I remembered thinking I had been traumatized to the point of being beyond hope or fear. I was wrong. At that moment, I clung to a desperate hope that what I was about to see wouldn’t be as bad as I feared.

When the video began, I barely recognized myself standing there in a black mini-skirt, red blouse and long blonde wig. It wasn’t just the attire, it was the blank, dead look in my eyes; my expressionless face. I saw The Duchess lead me to the bed, she whispered in my ear. I got on my hands and knees. Three heavy-set, hairy old men came on-screen. There was no sound. The Duchess jerked my skirt up around my waist, revealing a pair of red panties. The men began taking off their clothes.

The strength surged back into my body. I yelled out, “NO!” I tried to roll off the bed onto my feet. When my feet hit the floor, I rose from the bed and my legs crumpled under me as if I was attempting to stand on a pair of noodles. I laid helpless on the floor; The Duchess’ black leather boots just inches from my face. She moved over on the bed and placed the laptop right in front of me, where her boots had just been. I saw myself getting fucked in the ass. I clenched my eyes shut and pressed my face into the carpet. The Duchess’ voice said, “Don’t turn away now Clarence, you’ll miss the part where you do ass-to-mouth.” My heart boiled over with rage, I shouted into the carpet then I started flopping around like a fish. The Duchess stood, placed her boot on the side of my head and pressed it to the floor. She screamed at me, “LOOK AT YOURSELF! OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT YOURSELF!”

There was a loud knock on the door. I opened my eyes and saw myself on the monitor, one man fucking me in the mouth, another fucking my ass. I heard the door open and The Duchess’ ask, “Did you come to see our little porn star’s debut?” She took her boot off my head and walked toward the door. Medea and Anna entered the room followed by three veiled women. Medea replied, “No. We’re here to pick up Clarence.”

“I have 24 more hours,” The Duchess protested.

“No. You’re time is up, and don’t tell me about agreements. Your agreement with Lavinia became null and void when you brought other people into it. You crossed the line and you know it.”

“Line? What fucking line are you talking about? And why do you give a fuck about what I do to Clarence on my own time? He doesn’t belong to you.”

“He doesn’t belong to you either. You have no right to destroy him. You take things too far. You always do. Now, I’m asking you nicely, please untie his wrists and give him his clothes.”

“Why did Lavinia send you?”

“Look, Sathanas is dead. This is a new day, let’s move on. I can either take Clarence with me right now and we can all write this off as a misunderstanding, or we can turn this into a different kind of situation.”

I shouted, “Misunderstanding? There is no motherfucking misunderstanding! This sick bitch drugged me and had me raped!” The Duchess approached, knelt down beside me and untied my hands. She smiled, “He doesn’t have any clothes here except for his mini skirt and blouse. And those are…um…heavily soiled.” In anger, I sat up and swung, slamming my fist into the side of her head. She pushed me back down, straddled me and pinned my arms to floor with her knees. All I could see was her red hair, her ferocious eyes and her gloved fists raining down on my face before I lost consciousness again.