The Lioness and the Black Widow 18

After I cut out The Duchess’ liver, I followed Lavinia to the dungeon. The three victims of the recent sacrifice were laid out in a row on the floor. All had been eviscerated. Bloody entrails and vital organs were strewn about. The “dungeon” was more of a slaughterhouse with knives, machetes, axes, mallets and drills hanging from the walls and spread out on two tables. A large table vice was bolted to one of the tables. Stainless steel hooks hung from the ceiling, attached to thick chains.

Lavinia shut the door behind me and took the liver from my hands. She ordered me to strip off my clothes. After disrobing, I stood naked in front of her; all-too conscious of the bruises that covered my battered body. She handed the liver back to me, with the care that one would handle the most delicate and treasured of objects.

I followed each finger as they unbuttoned the black overcoat and slipped it off. My cock began to stiffen and throb as she removed her black blouse. Only a fresh scar remained where her right breast had been. I cupped her left breast in my hand, then sucked and licked her pink nipple. Her hands found my fully erect penis. She groped it, stroked it and squeezed my balls; then she pushed me away and undid her black skirt. She wore long, black leather boots that concealed her prosthetic limbs. My eyes hungrily wandered from her boots, to her milky white thighs, to her shaven pussy.

She took off the mask. Her face was so badly disfigured that she bore no resemblance to the beautiful young woman she was before. She had no teeth, her nose lay flat on her face. Her high-cheek bones had been smashed, to be replaced by large unsightly mounds that narrowed her eyes; giving her the appearance of an Asian woman who’d been born with some horrendous birth defect. One eye now sat lower than the other and her face was covered with gouges and scars. The only sign of her former beauty that remained, was her long, raven-black hair.

Her voice entered my mind, “Feed me.” I took a bite out of the raw meat, chewed it up and swished it around in my mouth till it was liquid. Lavinia wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. I spit the thick fluid into her mouth, providing her with the precious meat of a fallen Matriarch. She took the liver from my hands, backed toward the table behind her, hopped up on it and motioned for me to come closer. I went to her and stood between her legs. She placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed down. I fell to my knees and buried my face in her hot, wet pussy. I wriggled my tongue around inside her, then I took her clit between my lips; licking, sucking and humming.

She pulled me up by the ear and held the liver to my mouth. I took a bite and repeated the feeding process. Again, she pushed down on my shoulders; prompting me to return to my knees and continue licking her clit. I slid two-fingers inside her, then wriggled them around as I worked her clit with my lips and tongue. Her body tensed, her thighs constricted around my head, an animalistic howl emanated from her blood-smeared mouth announcing her orgasm. She set the liver aside, pulled me to my feet, grabbed onto my ass with both hands and jerked me toward her. I guided my cock into her tight pussy, eased myself inside her, then I fucked her slow and deep, my hips gyrating between her thighs.

Lavinia’s voice whispered, “Close your eyes,” into my thoughts. “Now open them.” I opened my eyes to see the old Lavinia; all signs of disfigurement were gone, her beauty restored. She grabbed my head, pulled my face toward hers and kissed me. Her tongue writhed around like a serpent in my mouth. With my left hand, I caressed her right breast, pinching and playing with the nipple till it hardened. Her voice commanded, “Fuck me harder!” I plunged myself into her hard and fast; shaking the table, slamming it into the wall. Crude, but heavily used, tools of torture fell to the floor with stony “thuds” and metallic “clangs“.

I was submerged in a current of euphoria; washed away in its dark waters; drifting blissfully into the abyss. I came so hard that I got dizzy and would have collapsed, if I hadn’t been secure in Lavinia’s embrace. My fear returned when someone pounded on the steel door. Lavinia pushed me away, hopped off the table and stepped into her skirt. I hurriedly retrieved my clothes and pulled them on. I watched Lavinia as she buttoned her blouse, she was still disfigured. Quickly, I looked away as I put on my shoes. Lavinia’s voice said, “Since I can get into your mind, I can make you believe I’m still beautiful…even if it’s only for a brief moment.”

I went to her side, kissed her scarred cheek and thought, “I think you’re beautiful no matter what.” Lavinia threw me to the floor next to the bodies. I fell into a pool of blood and guts. Her voice screamed, “LIAR! I’m not beautiful. I’m ugly. I’m the ugliest woman in the world and I am equally as terrible. If I wanted to be the most beautiful, I would have remained that way. Instead, I chose to be the most feared.” She covered her face with her mask and put on her overcoat. Again, someone pounded on the door. I thought, “Who’s out there?” Lavinia responded to my thought, “Damijana.”

Lavinia opened the door and Damijana crossed the threshold. She spoke out loud, “Lavinia, we have business to attend to.”

Lavinia’s voice replied, “No we don’t. Our business here is done. The Amazons can clean up the mess.”

Damijana looked down at me lain out in a pool of blood. I quickly fumbled to my feet, struggling to gain my balance. Damijana asked, “Are you having fun Clarence?” I looked to the floor, searching for a spot of concrete that hadn’t been stained with blood. Damijana laughed contemptuously and said, “Clarence, you’re such a fucking fool.”

Lavinia’s voice asserted, “Hold your tongue Dami. He belongs to me. Go get Sally and take him back to the house.” Damijana stormed out the dungeon. Knowing they only allowed me to hear what they wanted me to hear, I wondered what else was said. I turned to Lavinia and thought, “Can’t I stay here with you? I…” She interrupted my thought with an irrevocable, “No!”

Damijana and Black Sally led me out of the tunnel. They brought me to a small, filthy shower stall tucked in a corner of the basement. There I stripped off my blood-soaked clothes and washed myself. Sally gave me a pair of black coveralls, which I was forced to put on wet as there were no towels available in the abandoned dwelling. I followed the women to a black SUV with tinted windows. Sally climbed into the driver’s seat. Damijana sat next to me in the back, her close proximity adding to my anxiety and discomfort.

Damijana sat stiff with her head turned towards me. She said nothing, she just stared. I looked straight ahead, doing my best to avoid eye-contact. My clammy hands trembled. Finally, unable to endure the heat of Damijana’s glare any longer, I turned to her and asked, “What? Why are you so angry and disgusted with me? When you first brought me to the house, you told me there would be a line to follow. You told me that if I followed that line, everything would be okay. I did what you told me to do. I went everywhere you told me to go.”

Damijana spoke out loud, “I never told you to fall in love with my sister and become her slave.”

I replied, “The whole house is her slave. Everyone she comes in contact with becomes her pawn or she destroys them. You know this. You’ve known her all your life. What did you think was going to happen?” I saw Black Sally’s eyes in the rearview, watching and analyzing.

Damijana turned her head away and stared out the window. “I expected you to be repulsed by my sister, not attracted to her.”

“Do you mean her appearance? I made a commitment to her before she was maimed and crippled. What would I be if I tried to back out of that commitment after her beauty was stripped away? What would I be if I walked away from her when she needed me most?”

Damijana turned back toward me, her eyes furious and fierce. “You would be exercising common-fucking-sense Clarence. When I sent you to her, there was an agreement in place. Of course, you were unaware of this agreement. As I said before, you don’t know shit in the first place. No matter what happened, Lavinia was to give an ‘out’ at some point in time. She held up her end of the agreement, even in her ‘time of need’, and gave you the opportunity to walk away from her. But you were so moved by pity, and a ridiculous urge to be some kind of ‘rescuer’, that you completely ignored the fact that Lavinia will eventually cut you into pieces and feed you to the dead. I did not expect you to remain by her side after you found out who she is and what she does.”

“I love your sister. I hate the way that love came about. I hate many of the things your sister has done to me. But I love Lavinia and I made a commitment to her. I’m well-aware of the risk, the pain and the inevitable outcome. My love for her is the most powerful emotion I’ve ever known. I wouldn’t want to live without it. I’ve already sacrificed so much for it, it would be impossible for me to turn back. Everything I’ve been through…it all would be for nothing. I love her for who she is, the good and the bad. You might think my love for Lavinia is foolish and disgusting. But to me, Damijana, my love for your sister is beautiful and noble.”

“You would rather love a monster than be alone. You’d rather die a horrible, humiliating death than walk away from the one who will send you to that death. You would rather have her than me.”

“Is that what this is really about? The choice I never had?”

Black Sally interrupted, “Look, Clarence, I can appreciate the beauty and nobility in your love for Lavinia. You don’t understand what Damijana is telling you. You talk about ‘sacrifice’ and not wanting everything to ‘be for nothing’. Lavinia is incapable of seeing any beauty or nobility in your love. She has no empathy. She doesn’t know love, she doesn’t care to. You placed your heart in the hands of someone who doesn’t give a fuck about it. I’ve known Lavinia a long time Clarence. She won’t remember you two days after you’re gone. Do you think she holds a special place in her heart for Alfred? Alfred didn’t do anything wrong. He loved her just like you do. Then one day, Lavinia just decided to start cutting shit off. There was no reason for it. It wasn’t punishment. It just suited her fancy at the time. Clarence, if you’re capable of the kind of loyalty I’ve seen you devote to Lavinia, and you’ve given it someone who will only spit on it and destroy it, then your foolishness diminishes the value of your love and loyalty. It makes costume jewelry out of your ‘beauty’ and ‘nobility’ Clarence.”

Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Do you believe them? Do you believe that I’m incapable of love?”

I replied in thought, “No. I‘ve felt your love. I know it‘s real.”

“I appreciate your love Clarence. It’s beautiful.”