I sat between two of the veiled women in the backseat of Medea’s Lexus. Anna drove, Medea rode shotgun. Suzanne and the other two veiled women followed behind us in a black Blazer. As we drove up the dark rode leading to the house, I saw The Duchess’ black Lincoln pulling up the driveway, followed by Antigone’s Cutlass. All the lights in the house were on. I saw Black Sally standing on the porch wearing a full length black leather coat, her curly blonde hair protruding out the sides of a black stocking cap, she held the German Shepherd on a leash at her side.
When we got inside, everyone followed Black Sally to the dining room. The room was lit by candles, the table was bare. Lavinia sat at the head of the table in her wheelchair wearing a blood-red Victorian gown. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her black wooden mask with the red-stripe down the middle faced straight ahead. Damijana stood against the wall behind her sister. Lilith and Octavia stood with her, all three wore black sweaters and long black skirts. Sally took a position against the wall next to Damijana. I went to stand with them, Lavinia stopped me, “No Clarence, you sit here!” she ordered, pointing to the seat on her right.
The Duchess sat down in a chair at the middle of the table, Antigone and the twins stood behind her. Medea sat down directly across from her. Anna, Suzanne and the four veiled women stood behind her. The room was tense. I felt beads sweat break out on my forhead.
The Duchess broke the silence, “Lavinia, I put everything on the line to fight on your side in this war.”
Lavinia quickly replied, “Your assistance is deeply appreciated Duchess.”
“Then what’s with positioning Medea to be Second-Chair of this council you’re gonna set up?”
“As you know, I changed the structure of the table in this house. We no longer use the old system. There are two Second-Chair positions at my table. I intend to structure the table of the ruling council the same way.”
Medea said, “That’s a very convenient set-up. That way you keep the Second-Chairs fighting, plotting and defending themselves against each other, instead of against you. I’m going to set up my table the same way when I take over my house.”
The Duchess challenged, “‘When’ you take over your house. What are we talking hypothetical fucking situations here? Lavinia had the head of her predecessor chopped off and dropped in the shitter. I made mine dig her own grave before I shot her and buried her in it. You’re not on our level yet. At this point, you don’t have any more right to a Second-Chair position than Antigone. What? Are you expecting privileges just because you’re from the Amazons?”
Medea replied, “Yes! As a matter of fact I do expect privileges just because I’m from the Amazons. My house is bigger than both of your houses combined. I wasn’t invited to this party for my charming personality. I was called here because you cannot overthrow The Old Ladies without us on your side. The current Matriarch of my house would never deal with you two, especially YOU.” Medea pointed at The Duchess and continued, “Now, I AM willing to deal with Lavinia and even you, Duchess. So the situation here is that you need my house’s crown on your side, and the only way that will happen is if I am wearing that crown.”
Lavinia said, “Duchess, we do need Medea on our side. We will make sure that she ascends to Matriarch of her house quickly.”
The Duchess asked, “Do I get a share of her house since I’ll be helping her take it over?”
Lavinia replied, “Duchess, whatever your problem is, we must clear the air right now.”
“The problem is that Clarence is making backroom deals with Medea, with your knowledge and on your behalf, trying to cut me out of everything.”
Lavinia said, “Nobody is cutting you out. You are guaranteed the second highest position on the council.”
“BULLSHIT! You’re telling me I have to share that seat.”
“That is correct. You will share Second-Chair at a table that will rule over ALL the other houses and Matriarchs. That is a substantial increase in power for you. Your house is not strong enough to maintain that power without someone else coming along and taking it away. The only way all of our power will be secure is if we work together. Duchess, believe me, you will be grateful for the fact that you’ll be sharing your seat with the Matriarch of the largest and most militant house in existence. There are other Matriarchs out there talking about us and uniting against us as we speak. Our alliance has everyone on edge. The Old Ladies are well aware of what we‘re doing. They have already made appeals to Medea‘s Matriarch in an effort to get to the Amazons on their side.”
The Duchess asked, “What about this shit with Clarence? He made a deal with Medea that he’ll look out for her best interests after yours? And their deal is that he will ONLY look after you and Medea‘s interests.”
Lavinia answered, “Clarence is required to honor any commitments he made to Medea. However, those commitments must be tailored so that The Duchess is not cut-off from utilizing Clarence as a resource. The Duchess is not to be prohibited from demanding Clarence’s service as long as that service doesn’t interfere with, or undermine, mine or Medea’s relationships with Clarence.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that you will still have access to Clarence. It means Clarence’s deal with Medea now has ‘except for The Duchess’ attached to it. It means that you have nothing else to complain about as your issues have been addressed.”
The Duchess lit a cigarette, “Not all of my issues have been addressed. You still have a skill you’re supposed to teach me. But we can deal with that later. Clarence tried to fuck me over! It’s not in any of our best interests to let him get away with it.”
Lavinia asked, “What do you require of Clarence?”
“I want some alone time with him, and I want to be able to get into his head during that time.”
“How long?”
I focused on Lavinia and thought, “Please don’t…” I blacked out. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor by the table, my pants were wet. I had pissed myself. I saw The Duchess standing above me. She knelt down by head, “Damn Clarence! Are you okay? You just fell out and started having a seizure right in the middle of our little pow-wow. That’s fucked up that you’re Matriarch can make you have seizure on demand. I have good news for you though. Lavinia said I get to spend two whole days with you. TWO WHOLE DAYS! Are you excited?”
I looked around the dining room. Everyone was gone, except The Duchess and me. I looked up at The Duchess’ beautiful, almost angelic, smiling face framed by long curly red hair. The Duchess’ didn’t speak with her mouth, but I heard her voice clearly in my head, “Clarence, Clarence, Clarence. Your mind is a scaaarrry place Clarence. I don’t see how you ever get any sleep with all those demons raging between your ears. I’m guessing it is because you aren’t consciously aware of them. Hopefully…during our time together, you will be able to become reacquainted with some of those demons. Maybe we’ll explore some of these highly intriguing repressed memories I’m thumbing through right now. Maybe I’ll manufacture some new ones and make you suffer through memories of things that never really occurred. Did you know that’s how they tricked Medea into killing her parents and siblings?
“PUNISHMENT! I love the word. It’s not often that I get the opportunity to administer actual punishment. Sure, I do the whole torture thing, but usually it’s not punishment. My victims usually don’t deserve their suffering anymore than a cow deserves to be turned into a jacket and a cheeseburger. When we tortured The Great Sathanas’ guys, that wasn’t punishment. They didn’t learn a lesson from it, they’re dead. When I shot Theresa in the face, that wasn’t punishment either. Again, no lesson learned, Theresa is just dead. You, on the other hand, are to be PUNISHED. That means that I am to teach you through the suffering I inflict on you. You can take comfort in the fact that your suffering will not only serve as a lesson for you, but it will also be a lesson for others who may be inclined to make the same mistake you did. We can’t have every asshole who is lucky enough to be ‘chosen’ running around stabbing us in the back and instigating fights between us. You will have to suffer in such a way, and to such a degree, that it will teach others not to go down the foolish, but tempting, path of acting as a courtier in our houses. The Goddess placed you here to serve us, not sabotage us. By the time our 48 hours together is up, you will understand this.”
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 9
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 7
When Roger had chewed his way down to the neck, he dropped Cecile and walked out the room. Antigone asked The Duchess, “What about the old man and Theresa?” The Duchess answered, “I’m not taking them to be raised. The old man is already falling apart. As for Theresa, you just don’t do that to a friend. Alright, I‘m gonna have Roger carry the geezer and Ms. Peacock up to the attic. I want the cars pulled into the garage and the girl on the sofa thrown in the trunk of your car. Then bring down Chris and the guy on the cross.”
We placed the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. The Duchess and Antigone came down with the two men, both men had their hands cuffed in front of them. The Duchess grabbed Chris by the hair and said, “You’re going in the trunk of my car. If you make any noise back there, I’m gonna open the trunk, pour gasoline all over you and set you on fire. Do you understand?” Chris muttered, “Yes.” She shoved Chris in the trunk and slammed it shut. She pointed at the other man, “That motherfucker can ride in the trunk with the dead body.”
As I rode in the passenger seat of The Duchess’ Lincoln, I stared out the window watching a world a I could no longer be a part of pass me by. Green lawns, gardening seniors, people bustling, hustling to and fro; people going about their daily business. People I could never be like, people I would never know. I was no longer a part of ‘humanity’.
The Duchess turned the music up, enthusiastically singing along to Esther Phillips’ “No Headstone on My Grave” at the top of her lungs. When her song was over, she turned off the music and said, “After we go see Lavinia, we’ll go visit some more of The Great Sathanas’ people. After that, I have another meeting set-up that you’ll need to attend.”
I asked, “Another Matriarch?”
“Not yet, she’s Second-Chair in her house.”
“Is it to see how I’ll react again?”
“No. I already know how you’re gonna react, just like I knew the last time. This time it’s about she reacts to you. I need her on board.”
“Don’t you worry that more of Theresa’s friends will show up?”
“I already anticipate that happening. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Why was she connected to so many outsiders?”
“She wanted a normal life. I told her that she could live as she chose. Theresa could have just walked away from all this with her slave. Instead, she tried to have the best of both worlds. There is no gray area here. You are either on one side of the threshold or the other. Fence-riders get torn on half. That’s what happened to my friend Theresa.”
We arrived at the house, Lilith opened the door for us. Her cheeks were still bandaged and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was tired, but her will wasn’t broken. Her immense suffering made her stronger. I helped the twins carry the body of the young woman upstairs to Lavinia’s office. When we got there, Lavinia was seated behind her desk, Sally and Damijana stood at her side; just like I saw them in the vision.
The Duchess entered the office and stood in front of Lavinia’s desk smiling. She said, “I’ve got two more bodies for you to raise and a replacement for Alfred.”
Lavinia replied, “Alfred was one of a kind. There can be no replacement.”
“Yeah well, this fuck-up right here,” she pointed at Chris, “got my best friend killed. You know what happened. You can see everything through Clarence.”
“I did. I also saw all the unnecessary killing. Why did you attack The Fallen Angel?”
“She was faking the crown.”
“She was faking the crown? Are you sure it isn’t because of some slight that occurred a long time ago?”
“You know what? Fuck The Fallen Angel. She got what she deserved. I just helped her find her destiny a little quicker. What’s with the morality lessons?”
“You are killing innocent people for no reason whatsoever.”
“Innocent? I’ve never even heard of the term. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And who are you to lecture me? Your house kills more people than we do.”
“There has to be a reason for me to kill someone.”
“Oh, you need a reason. So, when you kill someone for your own sick sexual satisfaction, you call that a reason?”
“Yes.”
The Duchess shook her head and lit a cigarette, “Whatever you say Lavinia. If you’re not gonna use Chris, we may as well kill him and raise him. Is that a good enough reason to kill?”
“Bring him forward.” Antigone shoved Chris toward Lavinia’s desk. Chris stood quivering, staring wide-eyed at the black and red mask in front of him. Lavinia said, “We are discussing whether you should live or die. Do you have anything to say in regard to that matter.”
Chris shook his lowered head.
Lavinia asked, “Do you prefer death?”
Chris shook his head and muttered, “N-no.”
“So why should I keep you alive. What can you do for me?”
“I-I…I will serve you…”
Lavinia interrupted, “Serve me? Do think that I would allow a horde of roaches into my house, as long as they promised to serve me? How could you possibly serve me?”
The Duchess said, “Theresa was pleased with him.”
Lavinia replied, “Theresa loved this man. I don’t. Theresa sought partners she could lose herself in, hoping to forget who she really was. I’m not. Most importantly, Theresa was into a different form of slavery. Chris was her slave because that was his choice. He could walk away at any time. I take slaves because I choose to. I take who I want, when I want, how I want. My slaves have no choices. None. I’m as similar to Theresa as a Palestinian suicide bomber is to our local congressman. Both are in the business of politics. But their methods are drastically different. The Palestinian woman who straps a bomb to herself, she has no use for the Congressman‘s books, rules, rhetoric and pomp. Just like I have no use for Chris. Kill him.”
Antigone pulled a length of rope from her pocket, wrapped it around Chris’s neck and strangled him. She pulled him down to the floor as he kicked his legs and struggled for air. Eventually, his legs stopped kicking and jerking. His body went still. Chris was dead.
Lavinia said, “I’m going to say this one time. We aren’t playing cowboys and Indians here. The stakes are high for us. If we don’t win, we will be destroyed. Dominating the other houses and Matriarchs, killing anyone who gets in our way or threatens to thwart our will; these things are necessities. We don’t do it because we think it would be ’cool’ to dominate the other Matriarchs and kill people, we do it because it is necessary for our survival. This is how we live, this is what we do. You’re out there killing Elvira-wannabes and aggressive housewives for no good reason. While that may be entertaining to you, to me it is a waste of time. I don’t have any time to waste. You endangered us all by allowing Theresa to form relationships with outsiders.”
“How I run my house is my business.”
“It is your business. But you know as well as I do that we can’t mix and mingle with outsiders as if we had something in common with them.”
“Theresa was looking for a way to live, grow and be happy without having to torture and kill people all the time…”
Lavinia slammed her fist on the desk, “There is no other way for us. My sister sought the same thing. That’s how we found Clarence. The bottom line is this, a square is a square. I don’t give a fuck what they call themselves, what kind of relationship they have with their spouses, how kinky their sex lives are or how anti-social they act or dress. They are outsiders and do not live the same way we do. From now on, nobody in either of our houses is allowed to form relationships with outsiders.”
The Duchess looked at Damijana and asked, “You found Clarence at one those places Theresa was going to? What brought you there?”
Damijana answered, “The same thing that brought Theresa. I was under the illusion that there was a place for me in this world other than here.”
The Duchess laughed, “Clarence, you were just hanging out looking for something kinky to get into, and Damijana found you? A black guy hanging out in places like that? You would have had a better chance finding a woman at a klan rally. You’re lucky Damijana found you.”
I replied, “I am lucky. I am also very aware of the difference between us and them. We shouldn’t have had to kill those three people this afternoon.”
The Duchess exclaimed, “Whatever Clarence. Lavinia would have killed that loud mouth bitch too, and you know it. She was offensive. I could look right inside her and see her fears, insecurities and envy. Ms. Peacock was a weak bitch and a bad actress. I‘m just surprised someone didn‘t off her belligerent ass a long time ago, probably because she surrounded herself with people who were either weaker than her, or infatuated with her.”
Lavinia said, “You’re right. I would have killed her. But that’s not the point. Clarence belongs here, we found him and brought him home. Shit like this,” She pointed to Chris’s body on the floor, “does not belong here. Theresa had no business getting involved with that man. And she definitely had no business confusing the steps we take to insure our survival with a fucking relationship model for squares. This isn’t the goddamn Brady Bunch and we are not normal people. I strongly suggest you make sure that all members of your house are completely clear about this in the future.”
“I got it Lavinia. Squares are off limits.”
“Good, because we can’t murder an entire subculture just because a few women can’t keep their fingers out of it. By tomorrow you‘ll have a dozen people pounding on your door looking for their friends, the cops will come shortly thereafter.”
“All the cops will find when they get there is ash and embers. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Good. Are you set to meet Medea tonight?”
“I am. All we need is her house on our side and we can go confront the Old Ladies. I look forward to fucking up their tea party.”
“The days of drinking tea, formalities and mutual masturbation are over. The Old Ladies belong in a museum. This is a different era and the old ways are no longer relevant. Once they’re out of the way, we’ll unite the houses we favor and destroy the ones we don’t. We’ll rule over all the other Matriarchs.”
The Duchess smiled, “I like the way you think.”
Lavinia replied, “I know that you’re on your way to hit The Great Sathanas again. I’ll raise the woman, Chris and the live one right there.” Lavinia pointed at the man who had been tied to the cross. He no longer spoke or looked around. He just stared at the floor. After seeing his friend tortured and killed in front of him; after having his friends severed genitals shoved in his mouth as The Duchess had orgasm from witnessing his suffering, the man had lost his mind.
The Duchess asked, “Do you want us to take care of him before we go.”
Lavinia answered, “No. You’re people are too brutal and lack finesse.” The man immediately fell to floor and began having seizure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he foamed at the mouth. Lavinia continued, “Everyone needs to go downstairs. I’ll send them down as I raise them.”
We placed the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. The Duchess and Antigone came down with the two men, both men had their hands cuffed in front of them. The Duchess grabbed Chris by the hair and said, “You’re going in the trunk of my car. If you make any noise back there, I’m gonna open the trunk, pour gasoline all over you and set you on fire. Do you understand?” Chris muttered, “Yes.” She shoved Chris in the trunk and slammed it shut. She pointed at the other man, “That motherfucker can ride in the trunk with the dead body.”
As I rode in the passenger seat of The Duchess’ Lincoln, I stared out the window watching a world a I could no longer be a part of pass me by. Green lawns, gardening seniors, people bustling, hustling to and fro; people going about their daily business. People I could never be like, people I would never know. I was no longer a part of ‘humanity’.
The Duchess turned the music up, enthusiastically singing along to Esther Phillips’ “No Headstone on My Grave” at the top of her lungs. When her song was over, she turned off the music and said, “After we go see Lavinia, we’ll go visit some more of The Great Sathanas’ people. After that, I have another meeting set-up that you’ll need to attend.”
I asked, “Another Matriarch?”
“Not yet, she’s Second-Chair in her house.”
“Is it to see how I’ll react again?”
“No. I already know how you’re gonna react, just like I knew the last time. This time it’s about she reacts to you. I need her on board.”
“Don’t you worry that more of Theresa’s friends will show up?”
“I already anticipate that happening. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Why was she connected to so many outsiders?”
“She wanted a normal life. I told her that she could live as she chose. Theresa could have just walked away from all this with her slave. Instead, she tried to have the best of both worlds. There is no gray area here. You are either on one side of the threshold or the other. Fence-riders get torn on half. That’s what happened to my friend Theresa.”
We arrived at the house, Lilith opened the door for us. Her cheeks were still bandaged and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was tired, but her will wasn’t broken. Her immense suffering made her stronger. I helped the twins carry the body of the young woman upstairs to Lavinia’s office. When we got there, Lavinia was seated behind her desk, Sally and Damijana stood at her side; just like I saw them in the vision.
The Duchess entered the office and stood in front of Lavinia’s desk smiling. She said, “I’ve got two more bodies for you to raise and a replacement for Alfred.”
Lavinia replied, “Alfred was one of a kind. There can be no replacement.”
“Yeah well, this fuck-up right here,” she pointed at Chris, “got my best friend killed. You know what happened. You can see everything through Clarence.”
“I did. I also saw all the unnecessary killing. Why did you attack The Fallen Angel?”
“She was faking the crown.”
“She was faking the crown? Are you sure it isn’t because of some slight that occurred a long time ago?”
“You know what? Fuck The Fallen Angel. She got what she deserved. I just helped her find her destiny a little quicker. What’s with the morality lessons?”
“You are killing innocent people for no reason whatsoever.”
“Innocent? I’ve never even heard of the term. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And who are you to lecture me? Your house kills more people than we do.”
“There has to be a reason for me to kill someone.”
“Oh, you need a reason. So, when you kill someone for your own sick sexual satisfaction, you call that a reason?”
“Yes.”
The Duchess shook her head and lit a cigarette, “Whatever you say Lavinia. If you’re not gonna use Chris, we may as well kill him and raise him. Is that a good enough reason to kill?”
“Bring him forward.” Antigone shoved Chris toward Lavinia’s desk. Chris stood quivering, staring wide-eyed at the black and red mask in front of him. Lavinia said, “We are discussing whether you should live or die. Do you have anything to say in regard to that matter.”
Chris shook his lowered head.
Lavinia asked, “Do you prefer death?”
Chris shook his head and muttered, “N-no.”
“So why should I keep you alive. What can you do for me?”
“I-I…I will serve you…”
Lavinia interrupted, “Serve me? Do think that I would allow a horde of roaches into my house, as long as they promised to serve me? How could you possibly serve me?”
The Duchess said, “Theresa was pleased with him.”
Lavinia replied, “Theresa loved this man. I don’t. Theresa sought partners she could lose herself in, hoping to forget who she really was. I’m not. Most importantly, Theresa was into a different form of slavery. Chris was her slave because that was his choice. He could walk away at any time. I take slaves because I choose to. I take who I want, when I want, how I want. My slaves have no choices. None. I’m as similar to Theresa as a Palestinian suicide bomber is to our local congressman. Both are in the business of politics. But their methods are drastically different. The Palestinian woman who straps a bomb to herself, she has no use for the Congressman‘s books, rules, rhetoric and pomp. Just like I have no use for Chris. Kill him.”
Antigone pulled a length of rope from her pocket, wrapped it around Chris’s neck and strangled him. She pulled him down to the floor as he kicked his legs and struggled for air. Eventually, his legs stopped kicking and jerking. His body went still. Chris was dead.
Lavinia said, “I’m going to say this one time. We aren’t playing cowboys and Indians here. The stakes are high for us. If we don’t win, we will be destroyed. Dominating the other houses and Matriarchs, killing anyone who gets in our way or threatens to thwart our will; these things are necessities. We don’t do it because we think it would be ’cool’ to dominate the other Matriarchs and kill people, we do it because it is necessary for our survival. This is how we live, this is what we do. You’re out there killing Elvira-wannabes and aggressive housewives for no good reason. While that may be entertaining to you, to me it is a waste of time. I don’t have any time to waste. You endangered us all by allowing Theresa to form relationships with outsiders.”
“How I run my house is my business.”
“It is your business. But you know as well as I do that we can’t mix and mingle with outsiders as if we had something in common with them.”
“Theresa was looking for a way to live, grow and be happy without having to torture and kill people all the time…”
Lavinia slammed her fist on the desk, “There is no other way for us. My sister sought the same thing. That’s how we found Clarence. The bottom line is this, a square is a square. I don’t give a fuck what they call themselves, what kind of relationship they have with their spouses, how kinky their sex lives are or how anti-social they act or dress. They are outsiders and do not live the same way we do. From now on, nobody in either of our houses is allowed to form relationships with outsiders.”
The Duchess looked at Damijana and asked, “You found Clarence at one those places Theresa was going to? What brought you there?”
Damijana answered, “The same thing that brought Theresa. I was under the illusion that there was a place for me in this world other than here.”
The Duchess laughed, “Clarence, you were just hanging out looking for something kinky to get into, and Damijana found you? A black guy hanging out in places like that? You would have had a better chance finding a woman at a klan rally. You’re lucky Damijana found you.”
I replied, “I am lucky. I am also very aware of the difference between us and them. We shouldn’t have had to kill those three people this afternoon.”
The Duchess exclaimed, “Whatever Clarence. Lavinia would have killed that loud mouth bitch too, and you know it. She was offensive. I could look right inside her and see her fears, insecurities and envy. Ms. Peacock was a weak bitch and a bad actress. I‘m just surprised someone didn‘t off her belligerent ass a long time ago, probably because she surrounded herself with people who were either weaker than her, or infatuated with her.”
Lavinia said, “You’re right. I would have killed her. But that’s not the point. Clarence belongs here, we found him and brought him home. Shit like this,” She pointed to Chris’s body on the floor, “does not belong here. Theresa had no business getting involved with that man. And she definitely had no business confusing the steps we take to insure our survival with a fucking relationship model for squares. This isn’t the goddamn Brady Bunch and we are not normal people. I strongly suggest you make sure that all members of your house are completely clear about this in the future.”
“I got it Lavinia. Squares are off limits.”
“Good, because we can’t murder an entire subculture just because a few women can’t keep their fingers out of it. By tomorrow you‘ll have a dozen people pounding on your door looking for their friends, the cops will come shortly thereafter.”
“All the cops will find when they get there is ash and embers. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Good. Are you set to meet Medea tonight?”
“I am. All we need is her house on our side and we can go confront the Old Ladies. I look forward to fucking up their tea party.”
“The days of drinking tea, formalities and mutual masturbation are over. The Old Ladies belong in a museum. This is a different era and the old ways are no longer relevant. Once they’re out of the way, we’ll unite the houses we favor and destroy the ones we don’t. We’ll rule over all the other Matriarchs.”
The Duchess smiled, “I like the way you think.”
Lavinia replied, “I know that you’re on your way to hit The Great Sathanas again. I’ll raise the woman, Chris and the live one right there.” Lavinia pointed at the man who had been tied to the cross. He no longer spoke or looked around. He just stared at the floor. After seeing his friend tortured and killed in front of him; after having his friends severed genitals shoved in his mouth as The Duchess had orgasm from witnessing his suffering, the man had lost his mind.
The Duchess asked, “Do you want us to take care of him before we go.”
Lavinia answered, “No. You’re people are too brutal and lack finesse.” The man immediately fell to floor and began having seizure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he foamed at the mouth. Lavinia continued, “Everyone needs to go downstairs. I’ll send them down as I raise them.”
The Lioness and the Black Widow 5
Before we left the house, The Duchess led me to a room full of men’s clothes and urged me to pick out whatever I wanted. As I went the through clothes that once belonged to victim‘s of The Duchess and her crew, I fought the urge to vomit. I came out of the room full of dead men’s clothes dressed like I was going to a funeral; a black two-piece suit, a white-collared shirt and black dress shoes.
The Duchess stood outside the room waiting for me. She wore a full length Chinchilla with a black silk blouse, a long black skirt and black boots. She wore a thick platinum chain around her neck with a large skull pendent, ridiculous diamond earrings and dark sunglasses.
The Duchess took me to a large red-brick building in the city. The afternoon was grey with a constant drizzle. I asked “What’s this place?” The Duchess replied, “This is where we can find the woman who calls herself The Fallen Angel.” Antigone and twins parked in the space behind us with Roger still laid quietly in the trunk.
When we got out the car, The Duchess said, “Clarence, all you’re going to do is let The Fallen Angel approach you, react how your instincts tell you to react; I’ll take over from there.” She turned toward Antigone, “If these bitches give us any shit, we’re shutting this place down.” Antigone nodded her head.
We entered the building and took the stairs down to the basement. I followed The Duchess and Antigone to a large green steel door. The twins walked closely behind me. Antigone pounded on the door with her fist. The door slid open, slamming into the stopper with a loud metallic thud. A huge man stood in the doorway, dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had long greasy black hair and wore dark, heavy eye-make-up. The Duchess looked the man up and down, then she laughed and proclaimed, “Now that’s a fucking face I’d want to wake up to in the morning. I’m here to see The Fallen Angel.”
The man snarled, “Yeah? And who the fuck are you?”
“I’m The Duchess.”
The man’s face and body language instantly went from aggressive to appeasing. He bowed his head and said, “My humblest apologies, right this way.” We followed the man down a long concrete corridor lit with red lights and through another green steel door. When we entered the room, we were met by loud music, smoke and the smell of alcohol. The room was large and dimly lit, there was a bar on the opposite side of the room and several unoccupied tables in between. The Duchess told me to go sit at the bar, then she went with Antigone and the man to small room set off to the side.
I took a seat at the bar, the twins sat at a table right behind me. The bartender stood at the end of the bar chatting with the only patron I could see. She was a skinny blonde-haired woman dressed in a black t-shirt and black skirt. The bartender, an older man with beady eyes and a receding hairline, paid be no attention. The Duchess came out of the room followed by a young woman with long curly black hair. She wore all black, but her style was much different from The Gothic Girl and Black Sally’s. The Fallen Angel looked like a cheap fortune teller, or a woman expecting trick-or-treaters. Antigone and the doorman remained in the room.
The Fallen Angel sat down on my right and gave me a sly, menacing smirk. The Duchess sat down on my left. She said, “Fallen Angel, this is Clarence. Clarence, meet The Fallen Angel.” I reached out my hand and looked her in the eyes. A look of anger and confusion came over her face. She yelled at me, “YOU ARE TO LOWER YOUR EYES WHEN ADDRESSING ME!”
I couldn’t do it. My eyes remained locked on hers. She stood up, enraged and asked The Duchess, “What’s this? I thought you said he was submissive to all Keepers of the Altar.”
The Duchess nodded her head, “That is exactly what I said. Do you not find him submissive?”
“He just looks like another angry black guy to me. I don’t like him. He gives me a funny feeling. Get him out of here.”
The Duchess replied, “He’s not the problem. The problem is that there are fake Matriarch’s, such as yourself, who are trying to profit off the deeds of the women who are really doing this shit.”
The Fallen Angel motioned to the bartender, then stared at The Duchess defiantly, “Fake Matriarchs huh? What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I’m telling you that it’s time to ‘pay the piper‘.”
The bartender approached, the blonde-haired girl rose from her seat. The bartender asked, “Mistress, is there a prob---.” BOOM! The gun went off by my left ear. I fell off my stool. I looked up and saw The Duchess standing above, the smoking pistol still in her hand.
I saw the blond-haired girl run to protect The Fallen Angel. I watched her fall as the bullets from The Duchess‘ gun penetrated her body. The Duchess slammed the pistol down on the bar and ordered The Fallen Angel to sit down. Antigone came out of the room, her face speckled with blood. She held the head of the doorman by his long black hair. She placed the severed head on the bar and took a seat next to The Fallen Angel.
The Fallen Angel trembled on her stool, “Duchess, let’s be rational, okay? I don’t know what your problem with me is, but we can work this out without anymore violence.”
The Duchess replied, “Your rationality is cowardice and impotence in the face of my violence.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Have you ever seen those signs that say something like, ‘Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt’. Well, you’re the bitch who just bought the t-shirt without the ‘being’ and ‘doing’ anything.”
“I don’t understand. I…”
“Of course you don’t understand. I’ll help you. You are NOT a Matriarch. Now, it’s not enough for me to just come down here and tell you that to your face. I’m gonna have to prove it to you, and make an example out of you.” Antigone pulled the piece of pipe from her boot and smashed it into the side of The Fallen Angel’s head. The twins pulled her from her stool, threw her to the floor, then all four of the women kicked her, stomped her and tore off her clothes as she shrieked and sobbed helplessly on the floor.
The Duchess grabbed two handfuls of The Fallen Angel’s hair and drug her naked and screaming to a door marked ‘Men’s’. The Duchess kicked open the door and pulled The Fallen Angel into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them. Antigone grabbed a stool and slammed it against the edge of the bar until the legs broke off. Her and the twins each grabbed a jagged leg and headed toward the bathroom. I followed behind empty handed.
When I got the bathroom The Duchess had The Fallen Angel in one of the stalls, on her knees bent over the toilet. The Fallen Angel’s wrists were tied to the pipes behind the seat. My cock stiffened as I gazed at The Fallen Angel’s pale and vulnerable round ass. The Duchess stood on the back of the toilet, she looked at me, “Well, go ahead Clarence. Don’t say that I never gave you any ass.” The twins snickered. Antigone walked up and slapped The Fallen Angel hard on the ass. Then she stepped out the way and motioned toward The Fallen Angel, like a game show girl presenting a new car to a contestant.
I undid my pants, let them fall around my ankles, then I dropped to my knees behind The Fallen Angel. The Duchess ordered, “Don’t even spit on it. Just shove it in dry!” The Fallen Angel let out a long, tortured guttural shout as I forced my long, thick cock up her ass. I had so much built up pressure, I almost exploded as soon as I was inside her. I paused, took a breath and started fucking her ass deep, hard and dry. Her blood began to lubricate the orifice, I fucked her deeper and harder. Her hip bones slammed into the porcelain toilet bowl. Her shouts, cries and pleading echoed off the walls of the Men’s room.
The Duchess placed one of her boots on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head and shoved it down into the toilet bowl. The Duchess smiled at me, pulled her skirt up to reveal her thigh, then with a soft and seductive voice she asked, “Aren’t you gonna cum?” An intense wave of pleasure and euphoria swept over me. I roared at the top of my lungs as I came deep in The Fallen Angel’s tight, bleeding ass.
The Duchess ordered one of the twins to get a bottle of 151 from the bar. When the twin returned with the bottle. The Duchess stepped off the back of the toilet, took the bottle from the twin and poured the rum over The Fallen Angel’s head. She pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her Chinchilla, lit it with a match, then she dropped the lit match on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head, igniting her hair. I was still inside her, as she jerked her body back and forth while letting out a long blood-curdling scream. When I pulled out, a glob of semen, blood and filth plopped on the floor. I stood up, pulled my pants up and backed away. The smell of burnt air and flesh filled the air. Antigone and the twins took turns beating The Fallen Angel with the legs Antigone broke of the barstool. The sound of The Fallen Angel’s bones breaking under the blows was like the sound of think branches snapping off in a wind storm. Finally, The Duchess yelled, “ENOUGH!”
The twins stood staring wide-eyed at the battered, burnt and debased Fallen Angel. Antigone asked, “We killin’ her?” The Duchess shook her head, “No. She’ll be a living reminder of what we do to fake Matriarchs.”
The Duchess stood outside the room waiting for me. She wore a full length Chinchilla with a black silk blouse, a long black skirt and black boots. She wore a thick platinum chain around her neck with a large skull pendent, ridiculous diamond earrings and dark sunglasses.
The Duchess took me to a large red-brick building in the city. The afternoon was grey with a constant drizzle. I asked “What’s this place?” The Duchess replied, “This is where we can find the woman who calls herself The Fallen Angel.” Antigone and twins parked in the space behind us with Roger still laid quietly in the trunk.
When we got out the car, The Duchess said, “Clarence, all you’re going to do is let The Fallen Angel approach you, react how your instincts tell you to react; I’ll take over from there.” She turned toward Antigone, “If these bitches give us any shit, we’re shutting this place down.” Antigone nodded her head.
We entered the building and took the stairs down to the basement. I followed The Duchess and Antigone to a large green steel door. The twins walked closely behind me. Antigone pounded on the door with her fist. The door slid open, slamming into the stopper with a loud metallic thud. A huge man stood in the doorway, dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had long greasy black hair and wore dark, heavy eye-make-up. The Duchess looked the man up and down, then she laughed and proclaimed, “Now that’s a fucking face I’d want to wake up to in the morning. I’m here to see The Fallen Angel.”
The man snarled, “Yeah? And who the fuck are you?”
“I’m The Duchess.”
The man’s face and body language instantly went from aggressive to appeasing. He bowed his head and said, “My humblest apologies, right this way.” We followed the man down a long concrete corridor lit with red lights and through another green steel door. When we entered the room, we were met by loud music, smoke and the smell of alcohol. The room was large and dimly lit, there was a bar on the opposite side of the room and several unoccupied tables in between. The Duchess told me to go sit at the bar, then she went with Antigone and the man to small room set off to the side.
I took a seat at the bar, the twins sat at a table right behind me. The bartender stood at the end of the bar chatting with the only patron I could see. She was a skinny blonde-haired woman dressed in a black t-shirt and black skirt. The bartender, an older man with beady eyes and a receding hairline, paid be no attention. The Duchess came out of the room followed by a young woman with long curly black hair. She wore all black, but her style was much different from The Gothic Girl and Black Sally’s. The Fallen Angel looked like a cheap fortune teller, or a woman expecting trick-or-treaters. Antigone and the doorman remained in the room.
The Fallen Angel sat down on my right and gave me a sly, menacing smirk. The Duchess sat down on my left. She said, “Fallen Angel, this is Clarence. Clarence, meet The Fallen Angel.” I reached out my hand and looked her in the eyes. A look of anger and confusion came over her face. She yelled at me, “YOU ARE TO LOWER YOUR EYES WHEN ADDRESSING ME!”
I couldn’t do it. My eyes remained locked on hers. She stood up, enraged and asked The Duchess, “What’s this? I thought you said he was submissive to all Keepers of the Altar.”
The Duchess nodded her head, “That is exactly what I said. Do you not find him submissive?”
“He just looks like another angry black guy to me. I don’t like him. He gives me a funny feeling. Get him out of here.”
The Duchess replied, “He’s not the problem. The problem is that there are fake Matriarch’s, such as yourself, who are trying to profit off the deeds of the women who are really doing this shit.”
The Fallen Angel motioned to the bartender, then stared at The Duchess defiantly, “Fake Matriarchs huh? What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I’m telling you that it’s time to ‘pay the piper‘.”
The bartender approached, the blonde-haired girl rose from her seat. The bartender asked, “Mistress, is there a prob---.” BOOM! The gun went off by my left ear. I fell off my stool. I looked up and saw The Duchess standing above, the smoking pistol still in her hand.
I saw the blond-haired girl run to protect The Fallen Angel. I watched her fall as the bullets from The Duchess‘ gun penetrated her body. The Duchess slammed the pistol down on the bar and ordered The Fallen Angel to sit down. Antigone came out of the room, her face speckled with blood. She held the head of the doorman by his long black hair. She placed the severed head on the bar and took a seat next to The Fallen Angel.
The Fallen Angel trembled on her stool, “Duchess, let’s be rational, okay? I don’t know what your problem with me is, but we can work this out without anymore violence.”
The Duchess replied, “Your rationality is cowardice and impotence in the face of my violence.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Have you ever seen those signs that say something like, ‘Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt’. Well, you’re the bitch who just bought the t-shirt without the ‘being’ and ‘doing’ anything.”
“I don’t understand. I…”
“Of course you don’t understand. I’ll help you. You are NOT a Matriarch. Now, it’s not enough for me to just come down here and tell you that to your face. I’m gonna have to prove it to you, and make an example out of you.” Antigone pulled the piece of pipe from her boot and smashed it into the side of The Fallen Angel’s head. The twins pulled her from her stool, threw her to the floor, then all four of the women kicked her, stomped her and tore off her clothes as she shrieked and sobbed helplessly on the floor.
The Duchess grabbed two handfuls of The Fallen Angel’s hair and drug her naked and screaming to a door marked ‘Men’s’. The Duchess kicked open the door and pulled The Fallen Angel into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them. Antigone grabbed a stool and slammed it against the edge of the bar until the legs broke off. Her and the twins each grabbed a jagged leg and headed toward the bathroom. I followed behind empty handed.
When I got the bathroom The Duchess had The Fallen Angel in one of the stalls, on her knees bent over the toilet. The Fallen Angel’s wrists were tied to the pipes behind the seat. My cock stiffened as I gazed at The Fallen Angel’s pale and vulnerable round ass. The Duchess stood on the back of the toilet, she looked at me, “Well, go ahead Clarence. Don’t say that I never gave you any ass.” The twins snickered. Antigone walked up and slapped The Fallen Angel hard on the ass. Then she stepped out the way and motioned toward The Fallen Angel, like a game show girl presenting a new car to a contestant.
I undid my pants, let them fall around my ankles, then I dropped to my knees behind The Fallen Angel. The Duchess ordered, “Don’t even spit on it. Just shove it in dry!” The Fallen Angel let out a long, tortured guttural shout as I forced my long, thick cock up her ass. I had so much built up pressure, I almost exploded as soon as I was inside her. I paused, took a breath and started fucking her ass deep, hard and dry. Her blood began to lubricate the orifice, I fucked her deeper and harder. Her hip bones slammed into the porcelain toilet bowl. Her shouts, cries and pleading echoed off the walls of the Men’s room.
The Duchess placed one of her boots on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head and shoved it down into the toilet bowl. The Duchess smiled at me, pulled her skirt up to reveal her thigh, then with a soft and seductive voice she asked, “Aren’t you gonna cum?” An intense wave of pleasure and euphoria swept over me. I roared at the top of my lungs as I came deep in The Fallen Angel’s tight, bleeding ass.
The Duchess ordered one of the twins to get a bottle of 151 from the bar. When the twin returned with the bottle. The Duchess stepped off the back of the toilet, took the bottle from the twin and poured the rum over The Fallen Angel’s head. She pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her Chinchilla, lit it with a match, then she dropped the lit match on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head, igniting her hair. I was still inside her, as she jerked her body back and forth while letting out a long blood-curdling scream. When I pulled out, a glob of semen, blood and filth plopped on the floor. I stood up, pulled my pants up and backed away. The smell of burnt air and flesh filled the air. Antigone and the twins took turns beating The Fallen Angel with the legs Antigone broke of the barstool. The sound of The Fallen Angel’s bones breaking under the blows was like the sound of think branches snapping off in a wind storm. Finally, The Duchess yelled, “ENOUGH!”
The twins stood staring wide-eyed at the battered, burnt and debased Fallen Angel. Antigone asked, “We killin’ her?” The Duchess shook her head, “No. She’ll be a living reminder of what we do to fake Matriarchs.”
The Lioness and the Black Widow 2
I followed The Duchess up to the attic. The twins had one of the men on the cross, the other was laid naked, face-up and spread-eagle on the floor; his wrists and ankles were tied to steel loops bolted into the floor. The Duchess went to a large standing cabinet and began rummaging through it. She pulled out a riding crop and slammed the cabinet doors shut. The twins backed up toward the wall. The Duchess pointed the riding crop at the man tied to the floor, “You have been a very bad boy. You’re not just a rapist, you’re not just a kidnapper. You deliver women to a man who uses technology and drugs to turn them into vegetables. He sells their bodies until their bodies break down, then he calls you to come strangle them and dump them. Is that right?” She reached down, pulled the tape off the man’s mouth and removed the gag.
The man replied, “Please listen to me. Okay? Just please listen. The Great Sathanas doesn’t want to fight you people. He’s going to offer you one million dollars if you just let it go. He wants peace.” The Duchess looked at me, “Did you hear that Clarence? The Great Sathanas is going to offer your Matriarch a million dollars to just leave him alone.”
The man on the floor added, “Yeah, it’s true. He’s sending someone tonight to make the offer. He’s already got the cash in a bag and everything. I saw it. Please believe, you don’t have to do this. Our boss wants peace.”
The Duchess laughed, “Your boss wants peace, huh?” She looked over at the twins, “Have you two heard about Clarence’s Matriarch?” The twins nodded their heads. The Duchess’ eyes fell on me. She continued, “When Lavinia was Second-Chair, the old Matriarch of his house told her that she had to step down from her position. Lavinia replied with something along the lines of, ‘Fuck that, I’ll prove my seat’. The old Matriarch gives her a way out. She gives her the chance to move one seat down and sit on the right of her sister. She would have stayed on the path to ascension, she just would have had to wait a little longer. What does Lavinia do? She refuses to step down and insists on proving her seat. Keep in mind, nobody ‘proves’ their seat anymore. That’s old school. The old Matriarch has her people tie Lavinia down, then she chops off all her toes, pulverizes her shins, drills holes in her kneecaps, slices off one of her breasts and smashes her face in with a meat mallet.” The man on the St. Andrew’s cross began to let out muffled sobs, tears flowed from his eyes.
The Duchess continued, “The entire time Lavinia is being fucked up, she could have stopped the torture at any time with a simple ‘I quit’.” The twins stared at The Duchess wide-eyed. The twin on the right proclaimed, “Now that is a down ass bitch.” The Duchess circled the man on the floor. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s true. She gave up her legs, her breast and her pretty face over a principle. This is the woman who your boss plans to buy off.”
She straddled the man’s chest and sat down, “Then, she kills a bunch of your bosses guys. What does your boss do? He asks Lavinia, ASKS, her to pay him five-thousand measly dollars. He was just asking for a small gesture on Lavinia’s part to cover up the offence. That way he could say to his peers, ‘Yeah, she killed my people but I addressed that issue and she compensated me for it.’ That’s all he wanted and none of this would have been necessary. But Lavinia didn’t respond the way he anticipated. He doesn’t understand the way a woman like her thinks. She tells him that she isn’t going to pay him shit, that he’s a punk who can’t do anything about it. How do you think she’s going to respond to your boss’s offer to pay her a million dollars to just leave him alone?”
The man on the floor didn’t respond. He just laid there in his sweat smelling of fear. The Duchess gently tapped the man’s chest with the riding crop. Then she threw the riding crop to the side and reached her hand out. The twin on the left stepped forward and handed her a long shiny ice pick. She looked down at the man, “What? Did you think I was going to beat you with that little black thing? I come from the school of street torture, just like you. I’m more of a ice pick and blowtorch type of girl.”
The door opened and a tall, thin dark-skinned woman entered. She wore a blue Dickies suit and dark sunglasses. Her hair was straightened and cut short. As soon as she entered, it was if there was a dramatic change in the air pressure. Aggression and anger emanated from the woman to such a high degree, it seemed to effect the air around her. It was like the heat that can be seen rising from the asphalt on a hot afternoon. The Duchess looked over her shoulder at the woman, “Antigone, I’m glad you could make it.”
Antigone slowly unbuttoned her starched work shirt and asked, “Are these the punks that killed that family?” The Duchess smiled and nodded her head. Antigone took off her shirt. She wore nothing but a black training bra underneath. Her stomach was muscular. Her upper body was covered in tattoos. Antigone kneeled down, lifted her left pant leg and pulled a foot long length of pipe from her boot. She looked around the room and said, “Y’all doing that nice guy shit up in here, huh?” The Duchess rose to her feet, stepped away from the man and motioned toward him.
Antigone walked over to the man, placed a knee in the center of his chest and began hitting the man in the mouth with the piece of pipe. The Duchess pulled off her sweat suit and shouted out in glee, “Oh fuck yeah! You know I like this kind of party!” I couldn’t take my eyes off red-headed Duchess as she stood wearing nothing but blood-red lace panties. She pulled a strap-on from cabinet. She stared me in the eyes and gave me devious grin as she put it on, “Are you gonna get in on some of that bloody face hole Clarence?” I shook my head. The Duchess laughed and derided me, “Fucking pussy!”
After Antigone smashed out the majority of the man’s teeth with the piece of pipe, The Duchess laid over the man, her hips above his head and shoved the strap-on in his mouth. She face-fucked the man so hard, the floor vibrated from the back of man’s head being slammed against it. Antigone picked up the ice pick and worked on man’s feet. She inserted the steel tip of the pick under the man’s toenails, she pierced the flesh between his toes. After she did that for several minutes, she stabbed the man over and over and over in the soles of his feet, burying the ice pick all the way up to hilt.
I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, in shock, having a seizure or just convulsing from the pain. I watched The Duchess’ ass pump in and out as she savagely fucked the man’s head. The broken pieces of teeth sounded like small pebbles hitting the floor. Antigone looked at the twins, “Turn on the hot plate and heat up a pot of water.”
The twin on the right went to a small dresser that stood against the wall, pulled out an old hot plate from the drawer, placed it on top the dresser and plugged it in. Then she left the room to get a pot of water. The Duchess stood up. My eyes wandered from her curly red head hair, to her medium-sized firm breasts with small, pink nipples, to her muscular but slender thighs, to the strap-on dripping blood in large drops on the man’s chest. She caught me staring at her; she grinned and winked at me.
The man on the floor lost consciousness. Antigone kicked him the testicles and yelled, “Wake up punk!” The Duchess removed the bloody strap-on and dropped it on the floor by the man’s head. She knelt down, jammed her fingers in his mouth and pulled his tongue taut. Antigone knelt down beside her with the ice-pick. The sharp steel tip of the pick penetrated the underside of the man’s tongue. He woke up grunting and twitching. Antigone pierced the man’s tongue with the ice pick and left it stuck in his tongue, so that the man was unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth.
The Duchess looked to the man bound to the cross and shot him one of her smiles. She said, “I know what you’re waiting to see. You want to see us go to work on your partner’s dick and balls, right? Ha, ha, ha. You’re like, ‘Hell yeah, I want to see these bitches work that cock’ huh?” The Duchess went back to the cabinet. She pulled out what appeared to be a small brown notebook, then she knelt down next to the man on the floor. I wondered if I had become desensitized as I paid little attention to the man’s suffering. I was too busy watching The Duchess ass in the blood red panties. My desire was like a fire raging inside me. I wanted to go grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her right next to the man as he was being tortured. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. The twin returned with the water an placed it on the hot plate.
The Duchess opened the small brown package and pulled out a piece of sandpaper. She grabbed the man’s dick in her left hand, and began grinding the flesh away with her right. A high-pitched, eerie screech came out the man’s throat. He wriggled around in his restraints. Antigone slammed the steel-toe of her boot into his ribs. The bones sounded like branches being snapped. Meanwhile, The Duchess removed every speck of flesh from the man’s penis. She called out to the twin standing by the hot plate, “Pass the salt please!” The twin pulled a salt container from one of the drawers and tossed it to the Duchess. The man’s body went stiff and he convulsed. Blood and spit drained from the sides of his battered mouth, as The Duchess coated his skinless red penis with salt. The man jerked his head back and forth, prompting Antigone to grab the handle of the ice-pick and shout, “BE STILL!” The man struggled to stop himself from convulsing. A foul odor filled the room. The Duchess pointed at the man bound to the cross, “Antigone, look! That punk just shit himself!”
Antigone stared at the man through her dark sunglasses and shook her head in disgust. She declared, “I’m gonna make you eat every last bit of that shit too!” The man on the cross looked at the dark sunglasses and dark face staring at him, his eyes glazed over and he feinted.
The twin by the hot plate said, “The water’s boiling.” The Duchess replied, “It needs to come to a rolling boil sweetheart. Give it another minute.”
Antigone walked up to the man hanging limp from the cross, smacked him across the face and screamed “Wake the fuck up bitch!” When came to, he instantly began screaming and crying. Antigone bent down, scooped up a handful of the man’s feces and shoved it in his mouth. The man’s screams were replaced with retching and vomiting. Antigone went to the hot plate, grabbed the pot of hot water and stood over the man on the floor. She looked at man on the cross and said, “Watch how I make your friend’s body jerk.” Then she poured the boiling water over the man’s face, chest and stomach.
The man on the cross began pleading between sobs, “Pleeasse! Pleeasse!” Antigone dropped the pot and snatched up her piece of pipe. She went to the man on the cross and bashed him across the face with it, smashing his jaw. Then she went back to the man on the floor and shattered his kneecaps with the piece of pipe. The Duchess sat down on the floor and laid back against the man. I gasped as I watched her naked flesh touch his. She laid facing the man on the cross. She spread her legs, reached into her lace panties and began fingering her clit, gyrating her hips as she did it. My balls began to ache. I clenched my fists tight and bit my lip. The Duchess turned her head toward me. She closed her eyes and smiled.
Antigone dropped the piece of pipe and licked her thick lips as watched the The Duchess. She crawled between The Duchess’ legs, grabbed onto her red lace panties and jerked them off. The Duchess took in a deep breath and moaned. Antigone buried her face in The Duchess’ pussy. She licked and sucked on the Duchess’ clit as she finger-fucked her. I saw The Duchess face turn deep red as she pinched her hardened nipples. Her breathing became deeper, the moans louder; her eyes rolled around in her head. Then she looked directly at me and said, “Help me cum! Make the man underneath me scream.” As I approached the man, my eye’s never left The Duchess. I was so entranced by her, I almost tripped over the man’s head. I pulled the ice pick out of his tongue, then I knelt between his legs; inches away from The Duchess. I sunk the steel tip of the ice pick into the man’s left testicle. He shrieked and jerked around. The Duchess screamed, “MORE!” I pulled out the ice-pick and penetrated the right testicle. The Duchess yelled, “YES! YES! YES! DON’T STOP CLARENCE!”
I pulled the ice pick out and shoved it back in his left testicle. The Duchess commanded, “Now cut his dick and balls off, then shove them in the other one’s mouth.” One of the twins appeared by my side. She held out a knife. I obeyed The Duchess’ command. When I shoved the bleeding wad of tortured genitals into the man’s mouth, I was startled by the high-pitched primal scream that came out The Duchess’ mouth. She came. The she laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I asked the twins if they had a cigarette. The twin on the right tossed me pack. I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between my lips and asked for light. After I lit the cigarette, I knelt down by The Duchess. My hand trembled as I placed the filter of the cigarette between her full red lips. She took a long, deep drag then took the cigarette between fingers and pulled it away from her mouth. She looked me in eyes and said, "Now cut open his stomach."
The man replied, “Please listen to me. Okay? Just please listen. The Great Sathanas doesn’t want to fight you people. He’s going to offer you one million dollars if you just let it go. He wants peace.” The Duchess looked at me, “Did you hear that Clarence? The Great Sathanas is going to offer your Matriarch a million dollars to just leave him alone.”
The man on the floor added, “Yeah, it’s true. He’s sending someone tonight to make the offer. He’s already got the cash in a bag and everything. I saw it. Please believe, you don’t have to do this. Our boss wants peace.”
The Duchess laughed, “Your boss wants peace, huh?” She looked over at the twins, “Have you two heard about Clarence’s Matriarch?” The twins nodded their heads. The Duchess’ eyes fell on me. She continued, “When Lavinia was Second-Chair, the old Matriarch of his house told her that she had to step down from her position. Lavinia replied with something along the lines of, ‘Fuck that, I’ll prove my seat’. The old Matriarch gives her a way out. She gives her the chance to move one seat down and sit on the right of her sister. She would have stayed on the path to ascension, she just would have had to wait a little longer. What does Lavinia do? She refuses to step down and insists on proving her seat. Keep in mind, nobody ‘proves’ their seat anymore. That’s old school. The old Matriarch has her people tie Lavinia down, then she chops off all her toes, pulverizes her shins, drills holes in her kneecaps, slices off one of her breasts and smashes her face in with a meat mallet.” The man on the St. Andrew’s cross began to let out muffled sobs, tears flowed from his eyes.
The Duchess continued, “The entire time Lavinia is being fucked up, she could have stopped the torture at any time with a simple ‘I quit’.” The twins stared at The Duchess wide-eyed. The twin on the right proclaimed, “Now that is a down ass bitch.” The Duchess circled the man on the floor. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s true. She gave up her legs, her breast and her pretty face over a principle. This is the woman who your boss plans to buy off.”
She straddled the man’s chest and sat down, “Then, she kills a bunch of your bosses guys. What does your boss do? He asks Lavinia, ASKS, her to pay him five-thousand measly dollars. He was just asking for a small gesture on Lavinia’s part to cover up the offence. That way he could say to his peers, ‘Yeah, she killed my people but I addressed that issue and she compensated me for it.’ That’s all he wanted and none of this would have been necessary. But Lavinia didn’t respond the way he anticipated. He doesn’t understand the way a woman like her thinks. She tells him that she isn’t going to pay him shit, that he’s a punk who can’t do anything about it. How do you think she’s going to respond to your boss’s offer to pay her a million dollars to just leave him alone?”
The man on the floor didn’t respond. He just laid there in his sweat smelling of fear. The Duchess gently tapped the man’s chest with the riding crop. Then she threw the riding crop to the side and reached her hand out. The twin on the left stepped forward and handed her a long shiny ice pick. She looked down at the man, “What? Did you think I was going to beat you with that little black thing? I come from the school of street torture, just like you. I’m more of a ice pick and blowtorch type of girl.”
The door opened and a tall, thin dark-skinned woman entered. She wore a blue Dickies suit and dark sunglasses. Her hair was straightened and cut short. As soon as she entered, it was if there was a dramatic change in the air pressure. Aggression and anger emanated from the woman to such a high degree, it seemed to effect the air around her. It was like the heat that can be seen rising from the asphalt on a hot afternoon. The Duchess looked over her shoulder at the woman, “Antigone, I’m glad you could make it.”
Antigone slowly unbuttoned her starched work shirt and asked, “Are these the punks that killed that family?” The Duchess smiled and nodded her head. Antigone took off her shirt. She wore nothing but a black training bra underneath. Her stomach was muscular. Her upper body was covered in tattoos. Antigone kneeled down, lifted her left pant leg and pulled a foot long length of pipe from her boot. She looked around the room and said, “Y’all doing that nice guy shit up in here, huh?” The Duchess rose to her feet, stepped away from the man and motioned toward him.
Antigone walked over to the man, placed a knee in the center of his chest and began hitting the man in the mouth with the piece of pipe. The Duchess pulled off her sweat suit and shouted out in glee, “Oh fuck yeah! You know I like this kind of party!” I couldn’t take my eyes off red-headed Duchess as she stood wearing nothing but blood-red lace panties. She pulled a strap-on from cabinet. She stared me in the eyes and gave me devious grin as she put it on, “Are you gonna get in on some of that bloody face hole Clarence?” I shook my head. The Duchess laughed and derided me, “Fucking pussy!”
After Antigone smashed out the majority of the man’s teeth with the piece of pipe, The Duchess laid over the man, her hips above his head and shoved the strap-on in his mouth. She face-fucked the man so hard, the floor vibrated from the back of man’s head being slammed against it. Antigone picked up the ice pick and worked on man’s feet. She inserted the steel tip of the pick under the man’s toenails, she pierced the flesh between his toes. After she did that for several minutes, she stabbed the man over and over and over in the soles of his feet, burying the ice pick all the way up to hilt.
I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, in shock, having a seizure or just convulsing from the pain. I watched The Duchess’ ass pump in and out as she savagely fucked the man’s head. The broken pieces of teeth sounded like small pebbles hitting the floor. Antigone looked at the twins, “Turn on the hot plate and heat up a pot of water.”
The twin on the right went to a small dresser that stood against the wall, pulled out an old hot plate from the drawer, placed it on top the dresser and plugged it in. Then she left the room to get a pot of water. The Duchess stood up. My eyes wandered from her curly red head hair, to her medium-sized firm breasts with small, pink nipples, to her muscular but slender thighs, to the strap-on dripping blood in large drops on the man’s chest. She caught me staring at her; she grinned and winked at me.
The man on the floor lost consciousness. Antigone kicked him the testicles and yelled, “Wake up punk!” The Duchess removed the bloody strap-on and dropped it on the floor by the man’s head. She knelt down, jammed her fingers in his mouth and pulled his tongue taut. Antigone knelt down beside her with the ice-pick. The sharp steel tip of the pick penetrated the underside of the man’s tongue. He woke up grunting and twitching. Antigone pierced the man’s tongue with the ice pick and left it stuck in his tongue, so that the man was unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth.
The Duchess looked to the man bound to the cross and shot him one of her smiles. She said, “I know what you’re waiting to see. You want to see us go to work on your partner’s dick and balls, right? Ha, ha, ha. You’re like, ‘Hell yeah, I want to see these bitches work that cock’ huh?” The Duchess went back to the cabinet. She pulled out what appeared to be a small brown notebook, then she knelt down next to the man on the floor. I wondered if I had become desensitized as I paid little attention to the man’s suffering. I was too busy watching The Duchess ass in the blood red panties. My desire was like a fire raging inside me. I wanted to go grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her right next to the man as he was being tortured. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. The twin returned with the water an placed it on the hot plate.
The Duchess opened the small brown package and pulled out a piece of sandpaper. She grabbed the man’s dick in her left hand, and began grinding the flesh away with her right. A high-pitched, eerie screech came out the man’s throat. He wriggled around in his restraints. Antigone slammed the steel-toe of her boot into his ribs. The bones sounded like branches being snapped. Meanwhile, The Duchess removed every speck of flesh from the man’s penis. She called out to the twin standing by the hot plate, “Pass the salt please!” The twin pulled a salt container from one of the drawers and tossed it to the Duchess. The man’s body went stiff and he convulsed. Blood and spit drained from the sides of his battered mouth, as The Duchess coated his skinless red penis with salt. The man jerked his head back and forth, prompting Antigone to grab the handle of the ice-pick and shout, “BE STILL!” The man struggled to stop himself from convulsing. A foul odor filled the room. The Duchess pointed at the man bound to the cross, “Antigone, look! That punk just shit himself!”
Antigone stared at the man through her dark sunglasses and shook her head in disgust. She declared, “I’m gonna make you eat every last bit of that shit too!” The man on the cross looked at the dark sunglasses and dark face staring at him, his eyes glazed over and he feinted.
The twin by the hot plate said, “The water’s boiling.” The Duchess replied, “It needs to come to a rolling boil sweetheart. Give it another minute.”
Antigone walked up to the man hanging limp from the cross, smacked him across the face and screamed “Wake the fuck up bitch!” When came to, he instantly began screaming and crying. Antigone bent down, scooped up a handful of the man’s feces and shoved it in his mouth. The man’s screams were replaced with retching and vomiting. Antigone went to the hot plate, grabbed the pot of hot water and stood over the man on the floor. She looked at man on the cross and said, “Watch how I make your friend’s body jerk.” Then she poured the boiling water over the man’s face, chest and stomach.
The man on the cross began pleading between sobs, “Pleeasse! Pleeasse!” Antigone dropped the pot and snatched up her piece of pipe. She went to the man on the cross and bashed him across the face with it, smashing his jaw. Then she went back to the man on the floor and shattered his kneecaps with the piece of pipe. The Duchess sat down on the floor and laid back against the man. I gasped as I watched her naked flesh touch his. She laid facing the man on the cross. She spread her legs, reached into her lace panties and began fingering her clit, gyrating her hips as she did it. My balls began to ache. I clenched my fists tight and bit my lip. The Duchess turned her head toward me. She closed her eyes and smiled.
Antigone dropped the piece of pipe and licked her thick lips as watched the The Duchess. She crawled between The Duchess’ legs, grabbed onto her red lace panties and jerked them off. The Duchess took in a deep breath and moaned. Antigone buried her face in The Duchess’ pussy. She licked and sucked on the Duchess’ clit as she finger-fucked her. I saw The Duchess face turn deep red as she pinched her hardened nipples. Her breathing became deeper, the moans louder; her eyes rolled around in her head. Then she looked directly at me and said, “Help me cum! Make the man underneath me scream.” As I approached the man, my eye’s never left The Duchess. I was so entranced by her, I almost tripped over the man’s head. I pulled the ice pick out of his tongue, then I knelt between his legs; inches away from The Duchess. I sunk the steel tip of the ice pick into the man’s left testicle. He shrieked and jerked around. The Duchess screamed, “MORE!” I pulled out the ice-pick and penetrated the right testicle. The Duchess yelled, “YES! YES! YES! DON’T STOP CLARENCE!”
I pulled the ice pick out and shoved it back in his left testicle. The Duchess commanded, “Now cut his dick and balls off, then shove them in the other one’s mouth.” One of the twins appeared by my side. She held out a knife. I obeyed The Duchess’ command. When I shoved the bleeding wad of tortured genitals into the man’s mouth, I was startled by the high-pitched primal scream that came out The Duchess’ mouth. She came. The she laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I asked the twins if they had a cigarette. The twin on the right tossed me pack. I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between my lips and asked for light. After I lit the cigarette, I knelt down by The Duchess. My hand trembled as I placed the filter of the cigarette between her full red lips. She took a long, deep drag then took the cigarette between fingers and pulled it away from her mouth. She looked me in eyes and said, "Now cut open his stomach."
The Lioness and the Black Widow 1
As I rode shotgun with The Duchess at the wheel, “THUMP!” “THUMP!” “THUMP!” came from the trunk. The Duchess turned up the music, the bass thundered through the Lincoln drowning out the pounding and scraping sounds that were emanating from the trunk. She looked at me, smiled, then yelled over the music, “Do think their fucking back there?” Then she laughed maniacally and let out a victorious high-pitched scream at the top of her lungs.
The twins followed behind us in the Cutlass. The resurrected Roger rode in the trunk. We stopped in front of a large two-story white house in a clean, upper-middle-class neighborhood. We pulled the two men from the trunk and hurried them to the front door, the four of us huddled around them. Roger was left in the trunk of the Cutlass. He remained still and silent.
An older woman answered the door. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before The Duchess barged in with all of us following close behind. The woman slammed the door and whispered furiously, “All of you! In the kitchen now!” We followed The Duchess down a long hall, the voices of several people could be heard coming from one of the rooms on the right. The woman rushed us past the occupied room, through a swinging door and into a large, immaculate kitchen.
In all the adrenaline and movement, I hadn’t paid much attention to the older woman’s appearance. She looked to be in her mid-40’s, her hair was dyed black and hung to the middle of her back. She wore a black corset, a long black skirt and black leather boots with heels. The woman took a deep breath as she looked around at all of us. Her face continued to redden as she tried to calm herself down and maintain her composure. Finally, she tossed concern for the maintenance of her composure to the side and yelled while flailing her arms, “OH JE-SUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!! WHY?!?!? Why are you doing this to me Duchess?”
The Duchess said, “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to use your attic for a little while.”
The woman replied, “I have guests right now.”
“Go tend to your guests. We’ll be quiet.”
The woman stared at The Duchess wide-eyed, “Whatever it is you plan to do, and DO NOT tell me what that is, you cannot do it here! NO! Do you understand? Why the hell do you need my attic anyway?”
“I like way the sun comes through the little window and strikes the hardwood floors at the foot of the St. Andrew’s cross. It’s very poetic, the atmosphere gives me a sense of serenity. It’s chaotic times Theresa, and I need all the serenity I can get.”
“That’s great. Now that I know that psychopath’s have little inspirational moments too, maybe we can move on to the matter at hand. YOU ALL NEED TO LEAVE!”
The Duchess shook her head, opened the fridge and browsed through it’s contents. She removed a package of steaks and tossed them on the counter. “We’re not leaving until we’re done. Go tend to your guests.”
“Do you understand that I cannot have any illegal activity…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You mean like all that dope we set you up with? Illegal activity like that? You should keep your feet out the gutter if you don’t want to shit on your shoes.”
A large woman with a crew-cut entered the kitchen. She was dressed like construction worker and built like a wrestler. She looked at the two men standing cuffed with gags taped in their mouths. Then she looked at Theresa and smiled. Theresa glared at the woman and ordered through clenched teeth, “The get-together is cancelled. Everyone needs to leave NOW!!!” The woman nodded her head and quickly left the room.
Footsteps and voices echoed in the hall as the guests left. Theresa sat down at the kitchen table, pulled up her skirt up to her knees and unzipped her boots, “I ask for just one small phase of pretend normalcy; just a short vacation from the absolute fucking insanity that has been my life since I met you.” She glared at The Duchess as she flung her boots to the side. Theresa rose to her feet in just her stockings, she only stood at about 4 ‘11. The twins snickered and Theresa shot them a contemptuous look, “That’s great. Real grown-up.”
The twin on the right replied, “Damn! You’re always uptight. Didn’t you already do the menopause thing?” The other twin burst out laughing.
Theresa narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, “You two couldn’t spell menopause between you if I gave you an 24-hours to do it, a dictionary and a computer.” The two men stood trembling and sweating as the women bickered back and forth. Theresa pointed at me, “Who’s this guy?”
The Duchess replied, “He’s from the Kastelic’s.”
“Why is he here?”
“He’s my guest.”
Theresa shook her head, “Oh hell no. We’re not going down this road. Send him back.”
“I’m not sending him back till his Matriarch makes good on her promise.”
Theresa looked me in the eyes and said, “You know that’s not why you have him with you.” Theresa looked me up and down, “He’s a mercenary. Send him back.”
“He’s not a mercenary and I’m not sending him anywhere.”
Theresa turned toward The Duchess, “If he wasn’t a mercenary, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You wouldn‘t have an interest in him if you didn’t intend to use him, and you cannot use him unless you take him. You can‘t take him if he‘s loyal to his Matriarch, now can you? If he is up for grabs like that, he‘s a mercenary and a liability.”
“A liability, yes; a mercenary, no. This is beyond your understanding. It’s a Matriarch-thing.”
Theresa stared at The Duchess shaking her head in disbelief. She threw her hands, “Fuck it! It’s your decision anyway, right? Don’t you think that the Second-Chair should spend some time with him before we allow him to get too comfortable?” A chill went over me and goose bumps raised on my skin when I heard “Second-Chair”. I remembered the role “Second-Chair” played in the other house, when Lavinia held that position and later, when Damijana and Sally shared it. I knew that I definitely did not want to spend time with the woman who held the position of “Second-Chair”.
The Duchess asked, “Where is she anyway? I told her that I wanted her around today.”
Theresa responded, “I have no idea. I told her not to be here because I was planning to have normal fucking people over for once. She stayed away.”
“Go with the twins and take these two upstairs.”
“Look, you can’t kill these guys here. Chris comes home in a few hours.”
“Who the fuck is Chris?”
“I told you about him, he’s my fiance.”
“You said you had a slave. You didn’t say anything about a fiance. What the hell are you doing over here? Do you think you’re Betty-Fucking-Crocker or something?”
“He is my slave and he is my fiancee. You don’t understand…”
“I don’t want to understand. Go get some clothes, your purse and go meet your fiance wherever he is, and take him on a vacation somewhere. We are using this house for a few days.”
“Bullshit! You can’t just flush my whole life down…”
“If your fiancee comes home while we’re here…I’m killing him. If you don’t want that to happen, get your shit and go.” Theresa grabbed her boots from the floor and stormed out the room. The Duchess pulled out a frying pan and opened the package of steaks. The meat sizzled when she placed it in the pan. She looked at the two men and said, “I wonder how long I will have to starve you, before the sound of your own flesh sizzling this pan arouses hunger and causes your mouth to water.” She called out to the twins, “Girls, take those two up to the attic.”
After the twins left, I asked, “Who sits Second-Chair?”
“I’m impressed. That’s a good first question to ask when you become involved with a house like ours. Her name is Antigone. You’ll meet her before the day is over. And you will be spending some time with her in the near future. She needs a good grindstone to sharpen herself against.”
“I would prefer not to…”
“Fuck what you prefer. Let me explain something to you. Anyone who has ‘it’ will rule over you completely, for as long as they have you engaged. You have as much choice in the matter as you do over your skin color or who your parents were. This is why Theresa called you a mercenary. She’s wrong, because that would mean you have choice. You have no control over who the Goddess sends you to. You have a function and you will fulfill that function. I don’t have to threaten you. I don’t have to read your mind. If I command you to do something, you’ll do it as sure it rains.”
She gave me a challenging smile. “Am I wrong? No, I am not.” She went to a cub-board, got out a cup, pointed to a chair and said, “Wait there.” She exited the room and came back a few moments later. She set the cup down in front of me and said, “So, they had to hold you down to pour urine down your throat, huh? I heard that the thought of drinking someone else’s urine horrifies you. Is that true?” She pushed the cup toward me, “That’s my piss in the cup. I want you to drink it, for me, all of it.”
I looked at cup and fought the urge to vomit. I lowered my head and shut my eyes tight. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I wouldn’t do it. As I thought about my refusal, my hand went to the table and grabbed the cup. The Duchess said, “You’re gonna drink it anyway. You may as well sit up straight and have a little fucking dignity about it.”
I sat up straight, gripped the cup, raised it to my lips and drank. I slammed the cup on the counter when I was finished and wiped my lips. The Duchess looked at me, her eyes showed delight. She said, “The Goddess acknowledges my strength of will and I have Her blessings as a Keeper of Her Altar. That is why I have control over you. Later, you will encounter other women, from other houses; they will seek the same blessings and acknowledgement. If they can’t take ‘it’ as quickly and easily as I just did; then they are an imposter and you won’t give them a fucking thing. Got it?”
I nodded my head.
“Good. It’s time to play with our friends upstairs. I love it when I have multiple people to torture. It means that I can make person a sit and watch their peer suffer, and endure unbelievable amounts of pain and agony before it’s their turn. The terror and dread that person feels when he sees his friend being castrated, disemboweled and skinned alive a few feet in from him…I don’t know quite how to describe it. It just emanates from my victim filling me with this intense feeling of euphoria. It’s like…it’s like the first time I went to a ballet.”
The twins followed behind us in the Cutlass. The resurrected Roger rode in the trunk. We stopped in front of a large two-story white house in a clean, upper-middle-class neighborhood. We pulled the two men from the trunk and hurried them to the front door, the four of us huddled around them. Roger was left in the trunk of the Cutlass. He remained still and silent.
An older woman answered the door. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before The Duchess barged in with all of us following close behind. The woman slammed the door and whispered furiously, “All of you! In the kitchen now!” We followed The Duchess down a long hall, the voices of several people could be heard coming from one of the rooms on the right. The woman rushed us past the occupied room, through a swinging door and into a large, immaculate kitchen.
In all the adrenaline and movement, I hadn’t paid much attention to the older woman’s appearance. She looked to be in her mid-40’s, her hair was dyed black and hung to the middle of her back. She wore a black corset, a long black skirt and black leather boots with heels. The woman took a deep breath as she looked around at all of us. Her face continued to redden as she tried to calm herself down and maintain her composure. Finally, she tossed concern for the maintenance of her composure to the side and yelled while flailing her arms, “OH JE-SUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!! WHY?!?!? Why are you doing this to me Duchess?”
The Duchess said, “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to use your attic for a little while.”
The woman replied, “I have guests right now.”
“Go tend to your guests. We’ll be quiet.”
The woman stared at The Duchess wide-eyed, “Whatever it is you plan to do, and DO NOT tell me what that is, you cannot do it here! NO! Do you understand? Why the hell do you need my attic anyway?”
“I like way the sun comes through the little window and strikes the hardwood floors at the foot of the St. Andrew’s cross. It’s very poetic, the atmosphere gives me a sense of serenity. It’s chaotic times Theresa, and I need all the serenity I can get.”
“That’s great. Now that I know that psychopath’s have little inspirational moments too, maybe we can move on to the matter at hand. YOU ALL NEED TO LEAVE!”
The Duchess shook her head, opened the fridge and browsed through it’s contents. She removed a package of steaks and tossed them on the counter. “We’re not leaving until we’re done. Go tend to your guests.”
“Do you understand that I cannot have any illegal activity…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You mean like all that dope we set you up with? Illegal activity like that? You should keep your feet out the gutter if you don’t want to shit on your shoes.”
A large woman with a crew-cut entered the kitchen. She was dressed like construction worker and built like a wrestler. She looked at the two men standing cuffed with gags taped in their mouths. Then she looked at Theresa and smiled. Theresa glared at the woman and ordered through clenched teeth, “The get-together is cancelled. Everyone needs to leave NOW!!!” The woman nodded her head and quickly left the room.
Footsteps and voices echoed in the hall as the guests left. Theresa sat down at the kitchen table, pulled up her skirt up to her knees and unzipped her boots, “I ask for just one small phase of pretend normalcy; just a short vacation from the absolute fucking insanity that has been my life since I met you.” She glared at The Duchess as she flung her boots to the side. Theresa rose to her feet in just her stockings, she only stood at about 4 ‘11. The twins snickered and Theresa shot them a contemptuous look, “That’s great. Real grown-up.”
The twin on the right replied, “Damn! You’re always uptight. Didn’t you already do the menopause thing?” The other twin burst out laughing.
Theresa narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, “You two couldn’t spell menopause between you if I gave you an 24-hours to do it, a dictionary and a computer.” The two men stood trembling and sweating as the women bickered back and forth. Theresa pointed at me, “Who’s this guy?”
The Duchess replied, “He’s from the Kastelic’s.”
“Why is he here?”
“He’s my guest.”
Theresa shook her head, “Oh hell no. We’re not going down this road. Send him back.”
“I’m not sending him back till his Matriarch makes good on her promise.”
Theresa looked me in the eyes and said, “You know that’s not why you have him with you.” Theresa looked me up and down, “He’s a mercenary. Send him back.”
“He’s not a mercenary and I’m not sending him anywhere.”
Theresa turned toward The Duchess, “If he wasn’t a mercenary, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You wouldn‘t have an interest in him if you didn’t intend to use him, and you cannot use him unless you take him. You can‘t take him if he‘s loyal to his Matriarch, now can you? If he is up for grabs like that, he‘s a mercenary and a liability.”
“A liability, yes; a mercenary, no. This is beyond your understanding. It’s a Matriarch-thing.”
Theresa stared at The Duchess shaking her head in disbelief. She threw her hands, “Fuck it! It’s your decision anyway, right? Don’t you think that the Second-Chair should spend some time with him before we allow him to get too comfortable?” A chill went over me and goose bumps raised on my skin when I heard “Second-Chair”. I remembered the role “Second-Chair” played in the other house, when Lavinia held that position and later, when Damijana and Sally shared it. I knew that I definitely did not want to spend time with the woman who held the position of “Second-Chair”.
The Duchess asked, “Where is she anyway? I told her that I wanted her around today.”
Theresa responded, “I have no idea. I told her not to be here because I was planning to have normal fucking people over for once. She stayed away.”
“Go with the twins and take these two upstairs.”
“Look, you can’t kill these guys here. Chris comes home in a few hours.”
“Who the fuck is Chris?”
“I told you about him, he’s my fiance.”
“You said you had a slave. You didn’t say anything about a fiance. What the hell are you doing over here? Do you think you’re Betty-Fucking-Crocker or something?”
“He is my slave and he is my fiancee. You don’t understand…”
“I don’t want to understand. Go get some clothes, your purse and go meet your fiance wherever he is, and take him on a vacation somewhere. We are using this house for a few days.”
“Bullshit! You can’t just flush my whole life down…”
“If your fiancee comes home while we’re here…I’m killing him. If you don’t want that to happen, get your shit and go.” Theresa grabbed her boots from the floor and stormed out the room. The Duchess pulled out a frying pan and opened the package of steaks. The meat sizzled when she placed it in the pan. She looked at the two men and said, “I wonder how long I will have to starve you, before the sound of your own flesh sizzling this pan arouses hunger and causes your mouth to water.” She called out to the twins, “Girls, take those two up to the attic.”
After the twins left, I asked, “Who sits Second-Chair?”
“I’m impressed. That’s a good first question to ask when you become involved with a house like ours. Her name is Antigone. You’ll meet her before the day is over. And you will be spending some time with her in the near future. She needs a good grindstone to sharpen herself against.”
“I would prefer not to…”
“Fuck what you prefer. Let me explain something to you. Anyone who has ‘it’ will rule over you completely, for as long as they have you engaged. You have as much choice in the matter as you do over your skin color or who your parents were. This is why Theresa called you a mercenary. She’s wrong, because that would mean you have choice. You have no control over who the Goddess sends you to. You have a function and you will fulfill that function. I don’t have to threaten you. I don’t have to read your mind. If I command you to do something, you’ll do it as sure it rains.”
She gave me a challenging smile. “Am I wrong? No, I am not.” She went to a cub-board, got out a cup, pointed to a chair and said, “Wait there.” She exited the room and came back a few moments later. She set the cup down in front of me and said, “So, they had to hold you down to pour urine down your throat, huh? I heard that the thought of drinking someone else’s urine horrifies you. Is that true?” She pushed the cup toward me, “That’s my piss in the cup. I want you to drink it, for me, all of it.”
I looked at cup and fought the urge to vomit. I lowered my head and shut my eyes tight. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I wouldn’t do it. As I thought about my refusal, my hand went to the table and grabbed the cup. The Duchess said, “You’re gonna drink it anyway. You may as well sit up straight and have a little fucking dignity about it.”
I sat up straight, gripped the cup, raised it to my lips and drank. I slammed the cup on the counter when I was finished and wiped my lips. The Duchess looked at me, her eyes showed delight. She said, “The Goddess acknowledges my strength of will and I have Her blessings as a Keeper of Her Altar. That is why I have control over you. Later, you will encounter other women, from other houses; they will seek the same blessings and acknowledgement. If they can’t take ‘it’ as quickly and easily as I just did; then they are an imposter and you won’t give them a fucking thing. Got it?”
I nodded my head.
“Good. It’s time to play with our friends upstairs. I love it when I have multiple people to torture. It means that I can make person a sit and watch their peer suffer, and endure unbelievable amounts of pain and agony before it’s their turn. The terror and dread that person feels when he sees his friend being castrated, disemboweled and skinned alive a few feet in from him…I don’t know quite how to describe it. It just emanates from my victim filling me with this intense feeling of euphoria. It’s like…it’s like the first time I went to a ballet.”
Kali's Altar 21
Roger writhed around the floor in a growing pool of blood. I placed his severed genitals on Lavinia’s desk and said, “The Duchess asked for a cup of coffee.” Lavinia’s voice said, “I’ll have Ira bring her some.” The Duchess smiled, politely said, “Thank you.” She gazed down at the suffering man. My eyes were fixed on The Duchess, and her long curly red hair. Her breasts heaved as her breathing became heavier. The look in her eyes changed. The she tore open her burgundy blouse, one of her buttons bounced off my black shirt and fell to the floor. My heart raced. A mixture of terror and desire swept over me with the heat and intensity of a wildfire. I recognized what she was and hoped I would be able to stay away from her.
The Duchess reached her hand out toward me and stared me in the eyes. I handed her the dagger. She straddled the man’s waist, his blood soaking into her white pants. She said, “I want him to look scary after you raise him.” She grabbed the man’s upper lip, pulled it taut, then she sliced it off with the dagger and threw it aside. The man flung his head back and forth. The Duchess seized the man’s face by the chin and repeated the process with the man’s lower lip. One of the twins picked the lips up off the floor and stood over the man’s head mocking him with his severed lips, “Hi I’m Roger. Some would say I’m a ladies man.” The twins laughed in unison while The Duchess cut off Roger’s nose, followed by his ears.
The Duchess then grabbed a handful of Roger’s hair and scalped him. Roger no longer screamed. He just repeatedly opened and closed his lipless mouth without making any noise. The Duchess put down the dagger and moved her hips back and forth against the spot where Roger’s cock and balls once were. She put her hands in the pool of blood and began rubbing it into the flesh of her stomach and face. She looked at me and said, “Remove my blouse.” I looked to Lavinia, she nodded her head. After I removed The Duchess’ blouse she commanded, “Now unhook my bra.”
I slipped my fingers between her pale flesh and the black strap of her braseirre. Then I stepped away and circled around to the front to admire her cruel beauty. She continued soaking her hands in the blood, then rubbing it into her breasts, neck, face and arms; her hands gliding smoothly over her lubricated skin as if she was applying an oil or lotion. The only part of her that wasn’t red, were the whites of her eyes and her pearly white smile. She undid her blood steeped slacks, reached into her black lace panties and started masturbating. She leaned back, leaning on one arm. She turned her face toward the ceiling and opened her mouth in a toothy grimace. Then her body convulsed and she let out a deafening, primal roar. The twins tried to quiet their giggles.
The Duchess rose to her feet, breathing heavily. She said, “He’s almost dead.” Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, strangle him.” The Duchess still stood, straddling Roger as I approached to finish him. She didn’t move. I said, “I need to strangle him.” She motioned toward Roger and replied, “Go ahead. Nothing’s stopping you.” A chill ran over my body as I entered her space. As I stood straddling Roger, I could feel the energy emanating from her, as she stood right behind me. Her breasts brushed against my back. Her breath tickled my neck.
I sat on Roger’s chest, wrapped my hands around his neck and strangled him. All the while, I felt the heat of The Duchess’ body as she stood over me. When I was done, I stood and turned to face her. She looked like red a demon standing before me. Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, Octavia is across the hall. Go get her.” The Duchess looked me in the eyes and smiled. I couldn’t move away from her. I was like a magnet stuck to a refrigerator. The Duchess backed away from me. Lavinia’s voice asked, “Clarence, would like to spend the weekend in the box?”
I replied with my thoughts, “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is. She’s doing something to me.”
“I’M going to do something to you Clarence, if you don’t take your eyes off her and go get Octavia NOW!!!”
I quickly left the office and entered the room across the hall. I turned the light on, the room was empty. I thought, “Octavia’s gone!” Lavinia’s voice replied, “She’s in the closet.” When I opened the closet door I found Octavia. She was on the floor of the closet, under the shelves where Lavinia kept her collection of jars. I knelt down by Octavia, sadness filled my heart as I looked at her. She had been bound up in the fetal postion with layers of black tape. The only part of her body that could be seen was her nose and mouth. Lavinia’s voice said, “There are handles taped to her feet. Drag her in here.”
When I brought Octavia into the office, Lavinia came from behind her desk and guided her wheelchair to the center of the room. I placed Octavia at her feet. Her voice commanded, “EVERYONE OUT!” The Duchess argued, “What do you mean ‘out’? The deal is that you teach me to raise the dead.”
Lavinia replied, “I’ll raise them for you until the war is over. After the war, I’ll teach you how.”
“Raise them for me? Did I just fall off the fucking banana truck? If you raise them, you maintain control over them.”
“I can turn control over to you.”
“Yes, but you can regain control at any time.”
“Look, I don’t trust you anymore than you trust me. You cannot expect me to give you the whole package before the war is over. You haven’t even become actively involved in it yet.”
“That will change tomorrow morning provided that I don’t have to spend the night arguing with you over petty details.”
“I’m not arguing anything. I’m telling you that I will raise the dead for you until the war is over, then I’ll teach you how.”
“I wonder why you send your sister or Sally to handle diplomacy. I want more than just a house full of fucking zombies that you could turn against me at anytime. You’re asking me to put my entire house on the line to come fight this war that YOU started. You’re offering me a rare and special power in return. But you don’t trust me, so I can’t have that power until after the war, right? Yet I’m supposed to trust you and risk everything RIGHT NOW and wait for you to fulfill you’re promise. Fine. Have it your way. I want some collateral to make me feel better about this leap of fucking faith you’re asking me to take.”
“What?”
“Something you care about.” The Duchess looked at me.
Lavinia said, “No.”
“Then our business is done Lavinia. You can go to war on your own. You should think about this. If you want alliances, you’re going to have to negotiate. This is the last time I offer, I’ll fight right by your side and use all the resources at my disposal. But you either have to show me how to raise the dead right now, or let me take Clarence as collateral until you do.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’m holding you personally responsible for his well-being and neither you, nor anybody in your house, is allowed to enter his head.”
“I will see to him personally and protect him in the same way that I would protect a member of my own house.”
I thought, “I can’t go through this shit again in another house. I’m asking you, please don’t send me with her.”
Lavinia’s voice said to me, “Enough. It’s done. You will be fine.”
Lavinia’s voice said out loud, “Now everyone out! You all can wait downstairs. I’ll send Roger down shortly.”
The Duchess reached her hand out toward me and stared me in the eyes. I handed her the dagger. She straddled the man’s waist, his blood soaking into her white pants. She said, “I want him to look scary after you raise him.” She grabbed the man’s upper lip, pulled it taut, then she sliced it off with the dagger and threw it aside. The man flung his head back and forth. The Duchess seized the man’s face by the chin and repeated the process with the man’s lower lip. One of the twins picked the lips up off the floor and stood over the man’s head mocking him with his severed lips, “Hi I’m Roger. Some would say I’m a ladies man.” The twins laughed in unison while The Duchess cut off Roger’s nose, followed by his ears.
The Duchess then grabbed a handful of Roger’s hair and scalped him. Roger no longer screamed. He just repeatedly opened and closed his lipless mouth without making any noise. The Duchess put down the dagger and moved her hips back and forth against the spot where Roger’s cock and balls once were. She put her hands in the pool of blood and began rubbing it into the flesh of her stomach and face. She looked at me and said, “Remove my blouse.” I looked to Lavinia, she nodded her head. After I removed The Duchess’ blouse she commanded, “Now unhook my bra.”
I slipped my fingers between her pale flesh and the black strap of her braseirre. Then I stepped away and circled around to the front to admire her cruel beauty. She continued soaking her hands in the blood, then rubbing it into her breasts, neck, face and arms; her hands gliding smoothly over her lubricated skin as if she was applying an oil or lotion. The only part of her that wasn’t red, were the whites of her eyes and her pearly white smile. She undid her blood steeped slacks, reached into her black lace panties and started masturbating. She leaned back, leaning on one arm. She turned her face toward the ceiling and opened her mouth in a toothy grimace. Then her body convulsed and she let out a deafening, primal roar. The twins tried to quiet their giggles.
The Duchess rose to her feet, breathing heavily. She said, “He’s almost dead.” Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, strangle him.” The Duchess still stood, straddling Roger as I approached to finish him. She didn’t move. I said, “I need to strangle him.” She motioned toward Roger and replied, “Go ahead. Nothing’s stopping you.” A chill ran over my body as I entered her space. As I stood straddling Roger, I could feel the energy emanating from her, as she stood right behind me. Her breasts brushed against my back. Her breath tickled my neck.
I sat on Roger’s chest, wrapped my hands around his neck and strangled him. All the while, I felt the heat of The Duchess’ body as she stood over me. When I was done, I stood and turned to face her. She looked like red a demon standing before me. Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, Octavia is across the hall. Go get her.” The Duchess looked me in the eyes and smiled. I couldn’t move away from her. I was like a magnet stuck to a refrigerator. The Duchess backed away from me. Lavinia’s voice asked, “Clarence, would like to spend the weekend in the box?”
I replied with my thoughts, “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is. She’s doing something to me.”
“I’M going to do something to you Clarence, if you don’t take your eyes off her and go get Octavia NOW!!!”
I quickly left the office and entered the room across the hall. I turned the light on, the room was empty. I thought, “Octavia’s gone!” Lavinia’s voice replied, “She’s in the closet.” When I opened the closet door I found Octavia. She was on the floor of the closet, under the shelves where Lavinia kept her collection of jars. I knelt down by Octavia, sadness filled my heart as I looked at her. She had been bound up in the fetal postion with layers of black tape. The only part of her body that could be seen was her nose and mouth. Lavinia’s voice said, “There are handles taped to her feet. Drag her in here.”
When I brought Octavia into the office, Lavinia came from behind her desk and guided her wheelchair to the center of the room. I placed Octavia at her feet. Her voice commanded, “EVERYONE OUT!” The Duchess argued, “What do you mean ‘out’? The deal is that you teach me to raise the dead.”
Lavinia replied, “I’ll raise them for you until the war is over. After the war, I’ll teach you how.”
“Raise them for me? Did I just fall off the fucking banana truck? If you raise them, you maintain control over them.”
“I can turn control over to you.”
“Yes, but you can regain control at any time.”
“Look, I don’t trust you anymore than you trust me. You cannot expect me to give you the whole package before the war is over. You haven’t even become actively involved in it yet.”
“That will change tomorrow morning provided that I don’t have to spend the night arguing with you over petty details.”
“I’m not arguing anything. I’m telling you that I will raise the dead for you until the war is over, then I’ll teach you how.”
“I wonder why you send your sister or Sally to handle diplomacy. I want more than just a house full of fucking zombies that you could turn against me at anytime. You’re asking me to put my entire house on the line to come fight this war that YOU started. You’re offering me a rare and special power in return. But you don’t trust me, so I can’t have that power until after the war, right? Yet I’m supposed to trust you and risk everything RIGHT NOW and wait for you to fulfill you’re promise. Fine. Have it your way. I want some collateral to make me feel better about this leap of fucking faith you’re asking me to take.”
“What?”
“Something you care about.” The Duchess looked at me.
Lavinia said, “No.”
“Then our business is done Lavinia. You can go to war on your own. You should think about this. If you want alliances, you’re going to have to negotiate. This is the last time I offer, I’ll fight right by your side and use all the resources at my disposal. But you either have to show me how to raise the dead right now, or let me take Clarence as collateral until you do.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’m holding you personally responsible for his well-being and neither you, nor anybody in your house, is allowed to enter his head.”
“I will see to him personally and protect him in the same way that I would protect a member of my own house.”
I thought, “I can’t go through this shit again in another house. I’m asking you, please don’t send me with her.”
Lavinia’s voice said to me, “Enough. It’s done. You will be fine.”
Lavinia’s voice said out loud, “Now everyone out! You all can wait downstairs. I’ll send Roger down shortly.”
Kali's Altar 20
As I showered, I watched the pink fluid twirl around the drain. My fingertips ran over the sore and swollen, scabbed letters etched into my chest. Welts had been raised all over my body, my muscles were still cramped and sore from my time in the box. My heart felt like a burdensome stone sinking, crushing the vital organs below.
After I dried off and dressed in fresh black fatigues, I made my way to Lavinia’s office. The door was open when I got there, Lavinia sat masked behind her desk. As I crossed the threshold, her voice said, “You must put your recent ordeal in the past. Do it immediately. We have business to attend to. The Duchess will return shortly.”
I remained standing, I knew that it would hurt too bad for me to sit down. So did she. Her voice said, “Sit down.” A deep, long guttural grunt helped me vocalize the pain I felt as I took my seat. The wooden chair felt as if it was the hardest metal in the world. My muscles remained tensed, my body battered.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Raise your head and sit up straight. I can’t have you sitting there looking like some kind of demoralized abuse victim when The Duchess arrives.”
I thought, “Is her house similar to this one?”
“No. Their house has Gypsy roots. They’re more nomadic than us. They don’t let men sit at their table, but they sacrifice men frequently.”
“So, even though there is an alliance between our houses, I still won’t be considered an ally to them?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“Well I should be worried about it. Now, on top of everything else, I have to worry about being sacrificed by The Duchess.”
“Do you think your fear will save you? Then what good is it? You will be in many more situations where the risk of death is high. You should be tired of fearing death by now. Don’t waste whatever time you have, shaking and trembling in fear.”
There was a knock at the door. Lilith entered followed by The Duchess and her entourage. The Duchess was accompanied by two women, identical twins, with caramel complexions and short black hair. The twins looked to be no older than 20. They were short and rail thin with cold, uncaring eyes. The man was huge. He stood about 6’5 and must have weighed at least 270 lbs. His eyes showed the evidence of intoxication. His care-free demeanor and cocky grin told me that he was completely unaware that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. The man blurted out, “Hey, I like your mask. That’s awesome. My name is Roger.” The man began to approach Lavinia’s desk. Instinctively, I stood to block the path between her and him. I looked into his glazed eyes and saw amusement. He said, “Whoa Chief! I was trying to introduce myself to lady. I won’t steal her away from you, I promise. That is, unless she wants me to.” The man winked at Lavinia and laughed. I couldn’t wait to watch him die.
Lavinia motioned to the chair in front of her desk, her voice said, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lavinia. Please sit down.” The man sat down and looked around the room. He turned to The Duchess, “Hey Alice, I thought this was supposed to be a party.” He turned back to Lavinia, “Why don’t you have your boy here get me a drink?” He looked up at me, daring me to say something. I said, “Of course sir, what can I get for you?”
“Scotch would be awesome.” I walked out the room, down the hall to Lavinia’s quarters and retrieved the blood-stained baseball bat from the chest. I barged back into Lavinia’s office. When I was a few feet behind the man, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, “You got my drink boy?” I raised the bat in the air and slammed it into the side of his face. Teeth flew across the room. The man rose from his chair slowly, gripping the side of his face, a confused look was in his eyes. He charged me. I swung the bat again but he blocked the blow and snatched me up in a bear hug.
Lilith jumped on the man’s back and dug her fingers into his eyes. The man shrieked, let go of me and ran around in circle trying to get Lilith off his back. I raised the bat again planning to smash the man’s kneecap the next time he passed. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “No, don’t break his knees. He won’t be able to walk after I raise him. Lilith, let go!” Lilith let go of the man and fell to the floor. The man continued running around in circles screaming, clutching his bleeding eyes. The Duchess laughed and said, “Roger! Stop running around. Let me help you.”
The man screamed, “Fuck you bitch! I can’t fucking see. I’m gonna kill that fucking nigger!” The Duchess looked at me and shook her head, “Don’t worry about him. He’s awesome.” The twins stepped forward. The one on the right said, “I know this sorry muthafucka isn’t runnin’ around like a decapitated chicken calling people niggas.” The twin on the left said, “That word doesn’t bother me. But let this punk say ‘awesome’ one more time and that will be the end of him.” The man roared, then yelled out, “Fuck you! Fuck all you bitches! I’m gonna kill every single one of you.”
The Duchess said, “How are you going to do that Roger? You can’t fucking see.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Roger, you have a good job, a wife, kids.” Roger stopped running in circles, he stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He said, “You leave my family out of this.” Lilith circled the man glaring at him. She had changed a lot since the first time I saw her. I remembered her sitting in front of her mirror. I remembered the look in her eyes as she was forced to watch her husband being tortured. It was her husband’s reckless pursuit of a fantasy that had placed us both in the position we found ourselves in. Lilith stopped behind the man and said, “Do you really think you can protect your family with just words alone? You’re here alone, blind and unarmed in a house full of killers and you’re barking out demands?”
The twin on the right said, “If this punk muthafucka cared about his family, he would be with them now, not out chasing pussy.”
The twin on the left, “That’s what got you killed. You know that right?”
The twin on the right, “Now your kids will grow up without a father.”
The Duchess laughed and said, “No they won’t. I’ve seen a picture of his wife. It won’t take her long to find someone else. Then his kids will call another man daddy.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “They’ll never know what happened to you. There won’t be any funeral for them to go to. They’re going to think that you abandoned them.” The Duchess added, “I’ll call your wife and let her know that was the case. I’ll tell her about all the shit you talked about her. I’ll tell her that you don’t want her anymore and that you’re mine now because she was unable to tend to your needs.”
The man began to sob, “Please. Please. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The twin on the left said, “You’ll ‘give’ us? You ain’t got to give us a muthafuckin’ thing punk. We’re gonna take whatever the fuck we want from you and there ain’t shit you can do about it.”
The man cried, “Please, I’m sorry for offending you. I’m a little fucked up.”
The twin on the right, “Yeah, you real fucked up ain’t you? I’ll tell you what punk. If you suck my friends dick, we’ll let you go home to your family.” The man stopped sobbing and went silent. He said, “Okay, whatever you want.” The twins began laughing uproariously. The Duchess said, “See this,” pointing at Roger, “this is why we don’t let men sit at our table. He fucked up his whole family chasing pussy. Now, he’s got himself into some trouble and he’s willing to get on his knees and suck dick to get out of it.” The Duchess looked at me, “So what do you think comrade? Should we let ‘awesome-man’ here go if he sucks your dick?”
I said, “That’s not what I want. I want his hands cuffed behind his back and his pants around his ankles. I’m gonna take that ass.”
The man yelled, “Fuck that. I’m not…”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “You’re never going to see your family again if you don’t do exactly what we tell you to do.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer and tossed them on the desk. The twin on the left said, “Oh this is going to be good. I ain’t seen a man get his ass took by another man before.” Lilith grabbed the handcuffs from the desk. The Duchess said, “Hold on. Do we have a deal Roger? You drop your pants, let this man fuck you up the ass and we’ll let go.” Roger didn’t answer. The Duchess continued, “It’s okay, I understand that you’re embarrassed. All you have to do is drop your pants, take a little a pain and we’ll let you go. Nobody will ever find out about this.”
The man said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Lavinia’s voice boomed, “BECAUSE WE CAN! Now drop your fucking pants or we’ll go pick up your wife, bring her here and Clarence can fuck her instead.” The man shook his head whispering, “no…no…no…” He undid his belt buckle, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then let them fall to his ankles. Lavinia’s voice said, “Lilith, cuff him.” Lilith cuffed the mans hands behind his back. Lavinia placed a dagger on the table, “Clarence, I have an empty jar. Fill it.”
I snatched the dagger from her desk, gripped the man’s dick and balls with my left hand, then sliced off his genitals with the dagger. The man fell to floor screaming and kicking his legs. The Duchess took off her white mink and threw it on the floor as if it was a rag. She looked at me and asked, “Hey Clarence, what does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
After I dried off and dressed in fresh black fatigues, I made my way to Lavinia’s office. The door was open when I got there, Lavinia sat masked behind her desk. As I crossed the threshold, her voice said, “You must put your recent ordeal in the past. Do it immediately. We have business to attend to. The Duchess will return shortly.”
I remained standing, I knew that it would hurt too bad for me to sit down. So did she. Her voice said, “Sit down.” A deep, long guttural grunt helped me vocalize the pain I felt as I took my seat. The wooden chair felt as if it was the hardest metal in the world. My muscles remained tensed, my body battered.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Raise your head and sit up straight. I can’t have you sitting there looking like some kind of demoralized abuse victim when The Duchess arrives.”
I thought, “Is her house similar to this one?”
“No. Their house has Gypsy roots. They’re more nomadic than us. They don’t let men sit at their table, but they sacrifice men frequently.”
“So, even though there is an alliance between our houses, I still won’t be considered an ally to them?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“Well I should be worried about it. Now, on top of everything else, I have to worry about being sacrificed by The Duchess.”
“Do you think your fear will save you? Then what good is it? You will be in many more situations where the risk of death is high. You should be tired of fearing death by now. Don’t waste whatever time you have, shaking and trembling in fear.”
There was a knock at the door. Lilith entered followed by The Duchess and her entourage. The Duchess was accompanied by two women, identical twins, with caramel complexions and short black hair. The twins looked to be no older than 20. They were short and rail thin with cold, uncaring eyes. The man was huge. He stood about 6’5 and must have weighed at least 270 lbs. His eyes showed the evidence of intoxication. His care-free demeanor and cocky grin told me that he was completely unaware that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. The man blurted out, “Hey, I like your mask. That’s awesome. My name is Roger.” The man began to approach Lavinia’s desk. Instinctively, I stood to block the path between her and him. I looked into his glazed eyes and saw amusement. He said, “Whoa Chief! I was trying to introduce myself to lady. I won’t steal her away from you, I promise. That is, unless she wants me to.” The man winked at Lavinia and laughed. I couldn’t wait to watch him die.
Lavinia motioned to the chair in front of her desk, her voice said, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lavinia. Please sit down.” The man sat down and looked around the room. He turned to The Duchess, “Hey Alice, I thought this was supposed to be a party.” He turned back to Lavinia, “Why don’t you have your boy here get me a drink?” He looked up at me, daring me to say something. I said, “Of course sir, what can I get for you?”
“Scotch would be awesome.” I walked out the room, down the hall to Lavinia’s quarters and retrieved the blood-stained baseball bat from the chest. I barged back into Lavinia’s office. When I was a few feet behind the man, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, “You got my drink boy?” I raised the bat in the air and slammed it into the side of his face. Teeth flew across the room. The man rose from his chair slowly, gripping the side of his face, a confused look was in his eyes. He charged me. I swung the bat again but he blocked the blow and snatched me up in a bear hug.
Lilith jumped on the man’s back and dug her fingers into his eyes. The man shrieked, let go of me and ran around in circle trying to get Lilith off his back. I raised the bat again planning to smash the man’s kneecap the next time he passed. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “No, don’t break his knees. He won’t be able to walk after I raise him. Lilith, let go!” Lilith let go of the man and fell to the floor. The man continued running around in circles screaming, clutching his bleeding eyes. The Duchess laughed and said, “Roger! Stop running around. Let me help you.”
The man screamed, “Fuck you bitch! I can’t fucking see. I’m gonna kill that fucking nigger!” The Duchess looked at me and shook her head, “Don’t worry about him. He’s awesome.” The twins stepped forward. The one on the right said, “I know this sorry muthafucka isn’t runnin’ around like a decapitated chicken calling people niggas.” The twin on the left said, “That word doesn’t bother me. But let this punk say ‘awesome’ one more time and that will be the end of him.” The man roared, then yelled out, “Fuck you! Fuck all you bitches! I’m gonna kill every single one of you.”
The Duchess said, “How are you going to do that Roger? You can’t fucking see.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Roger, you have a good job, a wife, kids.” Roger stopped running in circles, he stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He said, “You leave my family out of this.” Lilith circled the man glaring at him. She had changed a lot since the first time I saw her. I remembered her sitting in front of her mirror. I remembered the look in her eyes as she was forced to watch her husband being tortured. It was her husband’s reckless pursuit of a fantasy that had placed us both in the position we found ourselves in. Lilith stopped behind the man and said, “Do you really think you can protect your family with just words alone? You’re here alone, blind and unarmed in a house full of killers and you’re barking out demands?”
The twin on the right said, “If this punk muthafucka cared about his family, he would be with them now, not out chasing pussy.”
The twin on the left, “That’s what got you killed. You know that right?”
The twin on the right, “Now your kids will grow up without a father.”
The Duchess laughed and said, “No they won’t. I’ve seen a picture of his wife. It won’t take her long to find someone else. Then his kids will call another man daddy.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “They’ll never know what happened to you. There won’t be any funeral for them to go to. They’re going to think that you abandoned them.” The Duchess added, “I’ll call your wife and let her know that was the case. I’ll tell her about all the shit you talked about her. I’ll tell her that you don’t want her anymore and that you’re mine now because she was unable to tend to your needs.”
The man began to sob, “Please. Please. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The twin on the left said, “You’ll ‘give’ us? You ain’t got to give us a muthafuckin’ thing punk. We’re gonna take whatever the fuck we want from you and there ain’t shit you can do about it.”
The man cried, “Please, I’m sorry for offending you. I’m a little fucked up.”
The twin on the right, “Yeah, you real fucked up ain’t you? I’ll tell you what punk. If you suck my friends dick, we’ll let you go home to your family.” The man stopped sobbing and went silent. He said, “Okay, whatever you want.” The twins began laughing uproariously. The Duchess said, “See this,” pointing at Roger, “this is why we don’t let men sit at our table. He fucked up his whole family chasing pussy. Now, he’s got himself into some trouble and he’s willing to get on his knees and suck dick to get out of it.” The Duchess looked at me, “So what do you think comrade? Should we let ‘awesome-man’ here go if he sucks your dick?”
I said, “That’s not what I want. I want his hands cuffed behind his back and his pants around his ankles. I’m gonna take that ass.”
The man yelled, “Fuck that. I’m not…”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “You’re never going to see your family again if you don’t do exactly what we tell you to do.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer and tossed them on the desk. The twin on the left said, “Oh this is going to be good. I ain’t seen a man get his ass took by another man before.” Lilith grabbed the handcuffs from the desk. The Duchess said, “Hold on. Do we have a deal Roger? You drop your pants, let this man fuck you up the ass and we’ll let go.” Roger didn’t answer. The Duchess continued, “It’s okay, I understand that you’re embarrassed. All you have to do is drop your pants, take a little a pain and we’ll let you go. Nobody will ever find out about this.”
The man said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Lavinia’s voice boomed, “BECAUSE WE CAN! Now drop your fucking pants or we’ll go pick up your wife, bring her here and Clarence can fuck her instead.” The man shook his head whispering, “no…no…no…” He undid his belt buckle, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then let them fall to his ankles. Lavinia’s voice said, “Lilith, cuff him.” Lilith cuffed the mans hands behind his back. Lavinia placed a dagger on the table, “Clarence, I have an empty jar. Fill it.”
I snatched the dagger from her desk, gripped the man’s dick and balls with my left hand, then sliced off his genitals with the dagger. The man fell to floor screaming and kicking his legs. The Duchess took off her white mink and threw it on the floor as if it was a rag. She looked at me and asked, “Hey Clarence, what does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Kali's Altar 18
After I showered, I went to the kitchen and asked Ira to prepare a meal for Alexandria. Damijana’s voice came into my mind, “Go to the living room.” When I got the living room, Damijana stood staring out the window wearing a long black skirt and a black sweater. She spoke out loud, “Sit down Clarence, we have a visitor. Don‘t speak unless you‘re spoken to.”
“Who is it?”
“A member of another house.” I took a seat in the large armchair and waited. Several minutes later the doorbell rang. Ira passed the living room on her way to the door. She returned followed by a tall woman with long, curly red hair. Her energy seemed to fill the room when she entered. She wore white slacks, white leather boots, a burgundy silk blouse and a full length white mink coat. She took her coat off and threw it over the back of a chair as if its value was meaningless to her. Then she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and smiled. Damijana sat down across from the woman. “You must be the one they call The Duchess.”
“I am. You must be The Gothic Girl. I like the whole black hair and dark clothing thing you’ve got going on. That’s very original.”
Damijana replied, “Thank you. I see you favor the ‘spoiled, slut wife of a mafia boss look.’ That‘s very low profile. Would you like coffee, tea, a drink?”
“No. I’m fine, thank you. Frankly I didn’t come here for a tea party and trivial conversation. What’s the issue?”
“We want to create an alliance between our two houses.”
“Oh, so you need us for something. What’s in it for us?”
“We can raise the dead.”
“Bullshit.” Brianna walked in the room, sat down next to The Duchess and removed her sunglasses. The Duchess grabbed Brianna’s wrist and checked for a pulse. When she didn’t find one, she turned back to Damijana, “Alright, get her out of here, she fucking stinks.”
Brianna stood and left the room. The Duchess asked, “So what do you want from us?”
Damijana replied, “We want you to help us destroy the man they call The Great Sathanas.”
“Who gets all his wealth?”
“We’re not interested in his money. If you get into this with us, whatever you pillage is yours.”
“Oh yeah? What about the machine?”
“We can’t take any of the equipment. If we do, we’ll have much bigger problems than The Great Sathanas.”
The Duchess looked over at me then back to Damijana, “What’s with the swinging dick? You let men sit at your table?”
“Sometimes. Your house doesn’t?”
“Fuck no. Why would we?”
“Female supremacy?”
“Is that a joke? We’re outsiders, just like you. We’ve been hunted, tortured and killed. We’re always on the run, we’re forced to exist underground. The women who I’ve been in the trenches with, those are my sisters. I could give a fuck less about the rest of the women in the world. I don’t have anything against men, aside from the fact that in houses like ours, they’re always the weakest link.”
Damijana shot me a glance, her voice came into my mind, “Let it go. This is not a woman you want to challenge.”
The Duchess looked me in the eyes, “Don’t you agree?”
I couldn’t help myself. “No, I don’t agree.”
“And there lies the problem. You ARE the weakest link, but you’re blind to that fact and therefore unable to become stronger. When I look into your eyes, I see the contents of your soul. It would take me less than 24-hours to have you on your knees in front me offering your loyalty. You’re a security risk. If my house forms an alliance with yours, other houses may form alliances of their own that are hostile to us. You’re the first one they’ll target. They’ll send a woman to you who will know exactly what your combination is and she will open you like a safe.” She turned her head to Damijana and continued, “This is why we don’t use men. I’ll bet you anything that he’s already been the cause of strife and division in your house. But never mind all that. If you seat men at your table, it’s your business.”
“We need to settle this business with Sathanas quickly.”
“I have angles on him. I have influence with some of the people he knows. As you know, he is very well connected.”
“His associates won’t want anything to do with this kind of war.”
“His more prestigious associates will walk away from him at the drop of a hat if they think there is a risk of him splashing shit on their clothes. Some of the gangsters he’s associated with won’t just walk away.”
“They will when they see the cost of being associated with him.”
“You can count on that. I won’t. Now lets talk about raising the dead.”
“Bring us the bodies.” The Duchess smirked and stood. Damijana and I both rose from our seats. The Duchess put her coat back on, “I’ll be back with the first one around midnight.” She gave us a slight nod and saw herself out.
I asked, “Can we trust her?”
Damijana glared at me, “Are you trying to prove her point about being the weakest link?” I looked at her confused. She shook her head in disgust and walked out the room. Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess will make a solid ally. Think about what she said to you and don’t do anything to reinforce her belief that you are just a mindless swinging dick.”
I remembered Alexandria and quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the Valium and water. When I got to her room, she was curled up on the bed soaked in sweat, her face red and covered with tears. I gave her the pills and the water. Her hand shook as she raised the glass of water to her lips. A sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk had been placed on the nightstand. I said, “You should eat.”
She looked up at me with wide tear-filled eyes, “Thank you for being so nice to me.” I turned away from her and left the room. I stopped at Lavinia’s office and knocked on the door. Her voice said, “Come in.” When I entered the office, I saw that all the furniture had been pushed up against the walls leaving a large space in the center of the room. Lavinia sat in a wheelchair spinning herself around in circles with the front wheels lifted off the floor. She stopped spinning and let the front wheels fall. I shut the door and stared at her in amazement. I thought, “How long did it take you to learn how to do that?”
“I was practicing while you were downstairs meeting with Damijana and The Duchess. After I heal, I’ll get prosthetics.” Her gown was tucked in under her bandaged stumps. I remembered the night when she was crippled and disfigured by the old Matriarch. I remembered her lying on the mattress in the basement after the amputations. There was a knock on the door and Black Sally entered. Lavinia’s voice said, “Sally, I want you to take Clarence to your quarters and lock him in your steel box.”
Goosebumps instantly broke out on my flesh and my heart start pounding. Lavinia said, “When I was working my way through your mind. I found an intense fear of being locked in a tight, confined dark space.” I thought, “Please…” Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “DO NOT GROVEL! I won’t tolerate it. I command you to go with Sally and get in the box. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do have any doubts in regard to how far I would go to protect you, strengthen you and provide you with whatever you need?”
I thought, “No.”
“What I did for you today, putting everything on the line to support you; do you think that I would do that for anyone? No. I would only do that for you. You are well aware that I demand your complete obedience. If I tell you to climb into a pot and let me boil you alive, that’s what you will do. Do you understand me?”
I thought, “Yes.”
“Sally, take him to the box.”
I followed Sally back to her quarters. She ordered me to strip and climb into the steel box. I sat crouched with my arms hugging my knees as she slammed the lid shut less than an inch above my head. I heard the closet door shut. All was black, the steel was cold against my naked flesh. I had no room to move. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I began to panic. I screamed.
“Who is it?”
“A member of another house.” I took a seat in the large armchair and waited. Several minutes later the doorbell rang. Ira passed the living room on her way to the door. She returned followed by a tall woman with long, curly red hair. Her energy seemed to fill the room when she entered. She wore white slacks, white leather boots, a burgundy silk blouse and a full length white mink coat. She took her coat off and threw it over the back of a chair as if its value was meaningless to her. Then she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and smiled. Damijana sat down across from the woman. “You must be the one they call The Duchess.”
“I am. You must be The Gothic Girl. I like the whole black hair and dark clothing thing you’ve got going on. That’s very original.”
Damijana replied, “Thank you. I see you favor the ‘spoiled, slut wife of a mafia boss look.’ That‘s very low profile. Would you like coffee, tea, a drink?”
“No. I’m fine, thank you. Frankly I didn’t come here for a tea party and trivial conversation. What’s the issue?”
“We want to create an alliance between our two houses.”
“Oh, so you need us for something. What’s in it for us?”
“We can raise the dead.”
“Bullshit.” Brianna walked in the room, sat down next to The Duchess and removed her sunglasses. The Duchess grabbed Brianna’s wrist and checked for a pulse. When she didn’t find one, she turned back to Damijana, “Alright, get her out of here, she fucking stinks.”
Brianna stood and left the room. The Duchess asked, “So what do you want from us?”
Damijana replied, “We want you to help us destroy the man they call The Great Sathanas.”
“Who gets all his wealth?”
“We’re not interested in his money. If you get into this with us, whatever you pillage is yours.”
“Oh yeah? What about the machine?”
“We can’t take any of the equipment. If we do, we’ll have much bigger problems than The Great Sathanas.”
The Duchess looked over at me then back to Damijana, “What’s with the swinging dick? You let men sit at your table?”
“Sometimes. Your house doesn’t?”
“Fuck no. Why would we?”
“Female supremacy?”
“Is that a joke? We’re outsiders, just like you. We’ve been hunted, tortured and killed. We’re always on the run, we’re forced to exist underground. The women who I’ve been in the trenches with, those are my sisters. I could give a fuck less about the rest of the women in the world. I don’t have anything against men, aside from the fact that in houses like ours, they’re always the weakest link.”
Damijana shot me a glance, her voice came into my mind, “Let it go. This is not a woman you want to challenge.”
The Duchess looked me in the eyes, “Don’t you agree?”
I couldn’t help myself. “No, I don’t agree.”
“And there lies the problem. You ARE the weakest link, but you’re blind to that fact and therefore unable to become stronger. When I look into your eyes, I see the contents of your soul. It would take me less than 24-hours to have you on your knees in front me offering your loyalty. You’re a security risk. If my house forms an alliance with yours, other houses may form alliances of their own that are hostile to us. You’re the first one they’ll target. They’ll send a woman to you who will know exactly what your combination is and she will open you like a safe.” She turned her head to Damijana and continued, “This is why we don’t use men. I’ll bet you anything that he’s already been the cause of strife and division in your house. But never mind all that. If you seat men at your table, it’s your business.”
“We need to settle this business with Sathanas quickly.”
“I have angles on him. I have influence with some of the people he knows. As you know, he is very well connected.”
“His associates won’t want anything to do with this kind of war.”
“His more prestigious associates will walk away from him at the drop of a hat if they think there is a risk of him splashing shit on their clothes. Some of the gangsters he’s associated with won’t just walk away.”
“They will when they see the cost of being associated with him.”
“You can count on that. I won’t. Now lets talk about raising the dead.”
“Bring us the bodies.” The Duchess smirked and stood. Damijana and I both rose from our seats. The Duchess put her coat back on, “I’ll be back with the first one around midnight.” She gave us a slight nod and saw herself out.
I asked, “Can we trust her?”
Damijana glared at me, “Are you trying to prove her point about being the weakest link?” I looked at her confused. She shook her head in disgust and walked out the room. Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess will make a solid ally. Think about what she said to you and don’t do anything to reinforce her belief that you are just a mindless swinging dick.”
I remembered Alexandria and quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the Valium and water. When I got to her room, she was curled up on the bed soaked in sweat, her face red and covered with tears. I gave her the pills and the water. Her hand shook as she raised the glass of water to her lips. A sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk had been placed on the nightstand. I said, “You should eat.”
She looked up at me with wide tear-filled eyes, “Thank you for being so nice to me.” I turned away from her and left the room. I stopped at Lavinia’s office and knocked on the door. Her voice said, “Come in.” When I entered the office, I saw that all the furniture had been pushed up against the walls leaving a large space in the center of the room. Lavinia sat in a wheelchair spinning herself around in circles with the front wheels lifted off the floor. She stopped spinning and let the front wheels fall. I shut the door and stared at her in amazement. I thought, “How long did it take you to learn how to do that?”
“I was practicing while you were downstairs meeting with Damijana and The Duchess. After I heal, I’ll get prosthetics.” Her gown was tucked in under her bandaged stumps. I remembered the night when she was crippled and disfigured by the old Matriarch. I remembered her lying on the mattress in the basement after the amputations. There was a knock on the door and Black Sally entered. Lavinia’s voice said, “Sally, I want you to take Clarence to your quarters and lock him in your steel box.”
Goosebumps instantly broke out on my flesh and my heart start pounding. Lavinia said, “When I was working my way through your mind. I found an intense fear of being locked in a tight, confined dark space.” I thought, “Please…” Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “DO NOT GROVEL! I won’t tolerate it. I command you to go with Sally and get in the box. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do have any doubts in regard to how far I would go to protect you, strengthen you and provide you with whatever you need?”
I thought, “No.”
“What I did for you today, putting everything on the line to support you; do you think that I would do that for anyone? No. I would only do that for you. You are well aware that I demand your complete obedience. If I tell you to climb into a pot and let me boil you alive, that’s what you will do. Do you understand me?”
I thought, “Yes.”
“Sally, take him to the box.”
I followed Sally back to her quarters. She ordered me to strip and climb into the steel box. I sat crouched with my arms hugging my knees as she slammed the lid shut less than an inch above my head. I heard the closet door shut. All was black, the steel was cold against my naked flesh. I had no room to move. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I began to panic. I screamed.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Kali's Altar 7
The doctor entered Lavinia’s office. He looked like he was in his 50’s and he dressed like he worked at a hardware store, not a doctor’s office. Most people wouldn’t have trusted him with their dogs, let alone their lives. Octavia came out the bathroom. Lavinia’s voice said, “Octavia, sit down and let the doctor look at your hand. Clarence, there is a meeting you are required to attend downstairs.”
When I got downstairs, the Gothic Girl, Black Sally and Brianna were standing by the foyer. Sally held her pistol in her hand. Brianna had rope. The Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Come stand by me. When they come in, we’ll force them to the floor and tie them.”
“How many?”
“Two. They’ll be easy.”
The doorbell rang. Ira came down the hall and passed between us as if we weren’t even there. She answered the door, greeted the visitors and let them in. I didn’t see them women until they were already on the floor and Brianna was tying their hands behind their backs. It was two women. One was older and heavyset; she had shoulder length brown hair streaked with gray. The other woman was younger, she looked 19 or 20. She was slender and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. They were both dressed conservatively in light-colored blouses and brown slacks. The religious pamphlets they carried were scattered all over the floor. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
We stood the women up. The younger one looked terrified. The older woman asked, “What do you want from us?” Brianna pulled a strip of duct tape from the roll, tore it off and covered the woman’s mouth. She did the same to the younger woman. They both trembled and cried.
The Gothic Girl said, “We’re taking them to Lavinia.”
We brought the women to Lavinia’s room. It was completely different from when I saw it last. The bed had been removed. The floors and walls were covered with large sheets of plastic. A steel cage had been placed in one corner of the room. The cage was small for a human, about four feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. There was a large black trunk pushed up against the wall. Candles and incense burned on the altar. Lavinia sat in her armchair. Again, I got the feeling that Lavinia had another person under her control who was not known to the house. Who carried the bed out?
The women’s muffled sobs and cries were the only sounds that could be heard. Black Sally went to the trunk, grabbed four pairs of scissors and passed them out. We took the women shoes off and cut off all their clothes. The younger stood shaking and shivering; the Gothic Girl put her in the cage.
The doctor came in the room. Brianna gave him a look that stated what I felt, ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ The doctor set his bag on the floor, never taking his eyes off the naked and terrified woman shivering in front of him. Sally held her gun to the woman’s head and forced her to her knees. The doctor undid his pants and stood in front of the woman, his cock inches from her face. Sally took the tape off the woman’s mouth. She cried, “Please, please…”
Sally demanded, “Open your mouth! OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW BITCH!” She smacked her across the face. I looked over at the caged woman. She knelt in the cage crying. Her face was red and soaked with tears. Snot dripped from her nose to the duct tape covering her mouth.
The older woman opened her mouth; the doctor grabbed her by the back of her head, he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then she shoved it in her mouth. He fucked her face deep and held it there, his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out and the woman vomited. He shoved his dick back in her mouth before she could even catch her breath.
There was a strange tension in the room. Brianna paced back and forth. The Gothic Girl looked like she didn’t approve of what was going on. I guessed that the doctor was enjoying the benefits of being employed by the family. However, I couldn’t help sense that I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the sight of an outsider taking liberties in our house.
The doctor pushed the woman on her back, she laid on her bound hands. The doctor forced himself between her legs and started fucking her. I saw Lavinia’s blank, bandaged face looking at me, out of the corner of my eye. I heard her voice in my head, “Go in my chest, there is a bat in there. Get it and knock out the doctor.”
I went to the chest. It was full of weapons, tools and wicked instruments of torture. I grabbed the wooden baseball bat and bashed the doctor in the side of the head. He fell to his side and laid there twitching. The bound woman on the floor looked up at me like a frightened deer. Brianna turned the doctor over on his stomach and tied his hands and ankles. His clothes were cut and torn away.
Lavinia climbed off the chair using just her arms. The she used her arms to move of herself close to the doctor. She sat beside him, her black gown was fanned out on the floor around her. Brianna flipped the man back over. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get me the torch.” I dropped the bat back into the chest, pulled out the handheld blowtorch and gave it to her. She lit up the torch, it had a self-igniting head.
Lavinia pulled the Doctor out of his unconscious state by burning off his right nipple. He woke up screaming, he tried to get up. The Gothic Girl kicked him in the face and held his head to floor under her boot. Brianna sat on his legs.
Lavinia grabbed the head of the man’s dick between her fingers. The doctor was no longer turned on, his dick was limp as a wet noodle. She pulled up on his cock and held it stretched. Then she took the torch and began searing the flesh on the man’s cock. Smoke rose from his genitals, the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The doctor screamed like an upset infant. His voice went hoarse, his screams were reduced to a series of gravelly grunts and hums. When all the skin on his dick was burnt black, with cracks and lines of red, Lavinia moved on and began blackening his balls. Lavinia’s voice said. “Go get the hammer and nails.”
I went to the chest, found the hammer and a box of three inch nails. Lavinia’s voice said, “Kneel down beside him. Good. Feel the top of his shoulder with your hand. Do you feel the spot where his arm meets his body? Start hammering your nails in there.”
I pressed the tip of the nail against his flesh and pounded it into his shoulder. The man struggled in vain. His voice returned momentarily, the room was filled with his high-pitched screams. I picked up another nail and tried to hammer it into his collarbone. The nail went in but the bone snapped under the pressure.
Lavinia turned off the torch and set it on the floor. A blade flashed in her hand. She sliced open the man’s scrotum and pulled one of the long, steel hairpins from her bun. Then she reached her fingers into the man’s scrotum and pulled out one of his testicles. She impaled the testicle with her hair-pin. Then she set the exposed testicle, still attached to the body, on the man’s thigh. She repeated the process with the other nut.
I kept hammering nails into the man’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The Gothic Girl pulled a container of table salt from the chest, walked over to the doctor and poured the salt on his tortured genitals. The doctor bit through his lip. He had completely lost his voice; he just let out a non-stop raspy growl. I saw his eyes, the man had given up and was just hoping death would hurry up and take him. Lavinia scraped and sliced the cooked flesh off the doctor’s penis. The Gothic Girl dumped salt on it. The man’s face was a horrific mask of agony and excruciating pain. His face bothered me. His lips were pulled back in a teeth-baring sneer. I hit him in the mouth with the hammer, busting his lips and shattering his front teeth.
Lavinia took her a dagger and sliced away the doctor’s dick and balls. It was like someone had turned on a blood fountain in his groin. Blood squirted all over the bandages that covered Lavinia’s face. She held his severed, burnt and mutilated gentials in the air, then she shoved the handful of gore in the doctor’s mouth. He struggled. The Gothic Girl got on her knees and held his head. He tried to spit out the remains of his genitals. Lavinia’s voice said, “Shove that shit back in his mouth and hold it there. Plug his nose.”
Lavinia laid her head on the doctors chest and slid her hand underneath her gown. She masturbated while the doctor choked to death on his own dick and balls. All the while, the older woman laid frozen on the floor. Both her, and her younger companion, watched it all. I wondered what was going through their minds. Lavinia cut the doctor open; she removed his heart and liver. The plastic sheets collected the blood into a pool. Black Sally came over and sat down beside us in the pool of blood. We all began removing our clothes. I looked at woman bound on the floor and said, “Now the real fun is about to start.”
She screamed.
When I got downstairs, the Gothic Girl, Black Sally and Brianna were standing by the foyer. Sally held her pistol in her hand. Brianna had rope. The Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Come stand by me. When they come in, we’ll force them to the floor and tie them.”
“How many?”
“Two. They’ll be easy.”
The doorbell rang. Ira came down the hall and passed between us as if we weren’t even there. She answered the door, greeted the visitors and let them in. I didn’t see them women until they were already on the floor and Brianna was tying their hands behind their backs. It was two women. One was older and heavyset; she had shoulder length brown hair streaked with gray. The other woman was younger, she looked 19 or 20. She was slender and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. They were both dressed conservatively in light-colored blouses and brown slacks. The religious pamphlets they carried were scattered all over the floor. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
We stood the women up. The younger one looked terrified. The older woman asked, “What do you want from us?” Brianna pulled a strip of duct tape from the roll, tore it off and covered the woman’s mouth. She did the same to the younger woman. They both trembled and cried.
The Gothic Girl said, “We’re taking them to Lavinia.”
We brought the women to Lavinia’s room. It was completely different from when I saw it last. The bed had been removed. The floors and walls were covered with large sheets of plastic. A steel cage had been placed in one corner of the room. The cage was small for a human, about four feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. There was a large black trunk pushed up against the wall. Candles and incense burned on the altar. Lavinia sat in her armchair. Again, I got the feeling that Lavinia had another person under her control who was not known to the house. Who carried the bed out?
The women’s muffled sobs and cries were the only sounds that could be heard. Black Sally went to the trunk, grabbed four pairs of scissors and passed them out. We took the women shoes off and cut off all their clothes. The younger stood shaking and shivering; the Gothic Girl put her in the cage.
The doctor came in the room. Brianna gave him a look that stated what I felt, ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ The doctor set his bag on the floor, never taking his eyes off the naked and terrified woman shivering in front of him. Sally held her gun to the woman’s head and forced her to her knees. The doctor undid his pants and stood in front of the woman, his cock inches from her face. Sally took the tape off the woman’s mouth. She cried, “Please, please…”
Sally demanded, “Open your mouth! OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW BITCH!” She smacked her across the face. I looked over at the caged woman. She knelt in the cage crying. Her face was red and soaked with tears. Snot dripped from her nose to the duct tape covering her mouth.
The older woman opened her mouth; the doctor grabbed her by the back of her head, he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then she shoved it in her mouth. He fucked her face deep and held it there, his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out and the woman vomited. He shoved his dick back in her mouth before she could even catch her breath.
There was a strange tension in the room. Brianna paced back and forth. The Gothic Girl looked like she didn’t approve of what was going on. I guessed that the doctor was enjoying the benefits of being employed by the family. However, I couldn’t help sense that I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the sight of an outsider taking liberties in our house.
The doctor pushed the woman on her back, she laid on her bound hands. The doctor forced himself between her legs and started fucking her. I saw Lavinia’s blank, bandaged face looking at me, out of the corner of my eye. I heard her voice in my head, “Go in my chest, there is a bat in there. Get it and knock out the doctor.”
I went to the chest. It was full of weapons, tools and wicked instruments of torture. I grabbed the wooden baseball bat and bashed the doctor in the side of the head. He fell to his side and laid there twitching. The bound woman on the floor looked up at me like a frightened deer. Brianna turned the doctor over on his stomach and tied his hands and ankles. His clothes were cut and torn away.
Lavinia climbed off the chair using just her arms. The she used her arms to move of herself close to the doctor. She sat beside him, her black gown was fanned out on the floor around her. Brianna flipped the man back over. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get me the torch.” I dropped the bat back into the chest, pulled out the handheld blowtorch and gave it to her. She lit up the torch, it had a self-igniting head.
Lavinia pulled the Doctor out of his unconscious state by burning off his right nipple. He woke up screaming, he tried to get up. The Gothic Girl kicked him in the face and held his head to floor under her boot. Brianna sat on his legs.
Lavinia grabbed the head of the man’s dick between her fingers. The doctor was no longer turned on, his dick was limp as a wet noodle. She pulled up on his cock and held it stretched. Then she took the torch and began searing the flesh on the man’s cock. Smoke rose from his genitals, the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The doctor screamed like an upset infant. His voice went hoarse, his screams were reduced to a series of gravelly grunts and hums. When all the skin on his dick was burnt black, with cracks and lines of red, Lavinia moved on and began blackening his balls. Lavinia’s voice said. “Go get the hammer and nails.”
I went to the chest, found the hammer and a box of three inch nails. Lavinia’s voice said, “Kneel down beside him. Good. Feel the top of his shoulder with your hand. Do you feel the spot where his arm meets his body? Start hammering your nails in there.”
I pressed the tip of the nail against his flesh and pounded it into his shoulder. The man struggled in vain. His voice returned momentarily, the room was filled with his high-pitched screams. I picked up another nail and tried to hammer it into his collarbone. The nail went in but the bone snapped under the pressure.
Lavinia turned off the torch and set it on the floor. A blade flashed in her hand. She sliced open the man’s scrotum and pulled one of the long, steel hairpins from her bun. Then she reached her fingers into the man’s scrotum and pulled out one of his testicles. She impaled the testicle with her hair-pin. Then she set the exposed testicle, still attached to the body, on the man’s thigh. She repeated the process with the other nut.
I kept hammering nails into the man’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The Gothic Girl pulled a container of table salt from the chest, walked over to the doctor and poured the salt on his tortured genitals. The doctor bit through his lip. He had completely lost his voice; he just let out a non-stop raspy growl. I saw his eyes, the man had given up and was just hoping death would hurry up and take him. Lavinia scraped and sliced the cooked flesh off the doctor’s penis. The Gothic Girl dumped salt on it. The man’s face was a horrific mask of agony and excruciating pain. His face bothered me. His lips were pulled back in a teeth-baring sneer. I hit him in the mouth with the hammer, busting his lips and shattering his front teeth.
Lavinia took her a dagger and sliced away the doctor’s dick and balls. It was like someone had turned on a blood fountain in his groin. Blood squirted all over the bandages that covered Lavinia’s face. She held his severed, burnt and mutilated gentials in the air, then she shoved the handful of gore in the doctor’s mouth. He struggled. The Gothic Girl got on her knees and held his head. He tried to spit out the remains of his genitals. Lavinia’s voice said, “Shove that shit back in his mouth and hold it there. Plug his nose.”
Lavinia laid her head on the doctors chest and slid her hand underneath her gown. She masturbated while the doctor choked to death on his own dick and balls. All the while, the older woman laid frozen on the floor. Both her, and her younger companion, watched it all. I wondered what was going through their minds. Lavinia cut the doctor open; she removed his heart and liver. The plastic sheets collected the blood into a pool. Black Sally came over and sat down beside us in the pool of blood. We all began removing our clothes. I looked at woman bound on the floor and said, “Now the real fun is about to start.”
She screamed.
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