I watched the streetlights pass by in the night. As I rode in the passenger seat of the Lincoln, The Duchess at the wheel, she hummed the melody to “Close to You” so sweetly. I dozed off and fell asleep, my forehead pressed against the cold glass.
I woke up on a grey cement floor. I sat up and looked around. I was a large cell. There were no windows, just a heavy steel door. There was a wood table in the middle of the cell. The Duchess was seated at the table in the only chair. Other than that, the cell was empty except for an aluminum bucket in a corner. The only light in the cell came from a dim yellow bulb on the ceiling.
The Duchess’ long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a long black leather skirt with a royal-blue turtle-neck sweater and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes. Leather gloves covered her hands. A platinum skull pendent hung between her breasts.
She took a sip from a steaming hot cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. She didn’t speak with her lips. I heard her voice in my mind, “This is a hard room to be alone in, especially when the light is off. One is left alone with their thoughts, their fear, their sadness. Do you remember your first experience with solitude in a dark empty room?” Images from my earliest years flashed through my mind. “Do you remember the emotions you felt?” I saw myself screaming alone in an apartment without furniture. My eyes became hot and wet as I saw the tears flow from the eyes of the image of my early self.
The light went out in the room and a sudden wave of terror swept over me. I heard myself screaming. An intense mixture of fear and despair gripped me, it felt as if my insides were being crushed. The feeling was very familiar, though I didn’t remember experiencing such a deep and painful anguish ever before. The pain was worsened by a yearning, a longing, a question in my mind that would not stop repeating itself, ‘Where is she?’
The light came back on. I felt a tremendous sense of relief when I saw The Duchess still seated at the table. Her voice said, “It’s okay Clarence. I’m still here. Does it make you feel better to know that I’m still in the room with you? Would you like to spend the next two days in here alone in the dark? I could go lay down in the other room, curl up in a blanket and torture you with your own thoughts.” I saw myself naked, huddled in a corner of the cell trembling, covered in my own feces.
“Do you want me to stay in here with you Clarence? You know that you can’t lie to me. I’m inside your head. I know that you desperately hope I will stay, while you anticipate my departure. In order for me to stay, I will need to be entertained. How far are you willing to go to keep me entertained Clarence?” Images of her naked body flashed in my mind. I remembered the sight of her glistening, wet flesh when I bathed her. I remembered having my face pressed against her bare thighs as she held my head under the water until everything went black. A wave of euphoria, combined with a feeling of security and relief, swept over me. I felt her arms around my neck as she pulled me to her breasts and held me. “CLARENCE!” I looked up to see her still seated at the table smoking.
“How come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the ‘Clarence’ you present to the world around you?” The word ‘PRETENDER’ flashed in my mind in big black letters. “More importantly, how come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the person you believe yourself to be?” The word ‘DENIAL’ followed by the word, ‘INEFFECTUAL’ flashed in my head.
“Why are you lying on the floor like a loathsome animal that lacks dignity. Stand up!” I rose to my feet. “Take off your clothes.” I hesitated. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want to do everything, and anything, I tell you to do.” I removed my clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor.
“You have a nice cock.” A comforting warmth covered my body accompanied by a budding pride. “How does it make you feel when a woman can’t get enough of your cock?” The words ‘MASCULINE’ ‘ALIVE’ ‘CONTENT’ flashed in my mind. “Masculine, alive and content huh? Content…that’s interesting. So, I’m guessing that when you’re fucking, that’s the only time you are able to completely focus on your only strength, and thereby allow yourself to ignore the fact that you are stupid, incompetent, cowardly and lazy. When you bust that nut it’s sort of like your moment of glory, like a runner bursting through the tape with his arms outstretched as he crosses the finish line. That’s your special moment to escape the undeniable fact that you are such a fucking disappointment.” The word ‘FAILURE’ flashed repeatedly in my mind. I felt my shoulders slump; my dick hung limp; a mockery of my manhood. The Duchess began humming “Close to You” again.
“Come closer to the table.” I took a couple steps toward her. “Closer.” I took a few more reluctant steps. “Kneel down. On your knees.” I hesitated. “What? Am I not good enough for you to kneel before? I’m the woman who saved your pathetic wasted life. I pulled you out the car and stood over you, rifle in hand, defending you as you laid curled up in a ball on the ground. I didn’t leave you at Medea’s, I was outside waiting for you; while your punk-ass was inside betraying me. ME! The woman who rode side by side with you in the trenches, the woman who protected you. You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving. You can sit in here by yourself.” I got down on my knees. The Duchess put her cigarette out on the table, never speaking. Her expression didn’t change, her dark sunglasses stared through me, consuming me like a star being swallowed by a black hole.
“Do you want me to suck your dick? Hahaha…And the question prompts you to visualize me with your cock in my mouth. Do you want to fuck me Clarence? Ohhhh…you do! You want to bend me over this table, pull my skirt up and give me a hard, savage fuck from behind. Do you think that I’d let you fuck me if you put your head between my thighs and kiss and lick and suck on my clit until I cum? HaHaHaHa…you hope so. I’m flattered that you fantasize about me, but I’m not into men Clarence. Maybe you can convince me to make an exception. You hope so, right?
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll stand up, take off my skirt, push my red lace panties down to my knees and lean over the desk. Then you can bury your face in my ass and lick my asshole while I get myself off. Would you do that for me Clarence?” My mind said ‘YES’. “Will you be my ass-licking slut-boy? Yes? Then say it. Say it out loud. Tell me you’ll be my ass-licking slut-boy!” I said out loud, “I’ll be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“I want you to beg. You want it bad enough. You want to lick my ass more than I want you to do it. Beg! Beg me to let you be my ass-licking slut-boy!”
“Please Duchess…I beg you…please let me be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“You’re a sorry excuse for a man Clarence. What you just did made me lose what little respect I had for you. I wouldn’t even let you lick my ass Clarence. I’d rather have a dog do it.” Disappointment and frustration clawed at my insides, my desire turned to anger and hate. “Ohhh…Will the real Clarence cooome oooon dowwwn! There you are, you two-faced bastard. You must be the guy who cut off that woman’s nipples with a box-cutter and tore her clit off with a pair of pliers. You’re a real fucking gentleman, you know that Clarence? Lilith, Lenore, The Fallen Angel, The Jehovah’s Witness…what the hell did she do? You raped all those women. How does that make you feel?” I felt like I was sinking down into the floor, smothered by guilt and shame.
“You’re frustrated because you’re a fucking worthless ineffectual fraction of a man, a waste of fucking life, so you take your frustration and rage out on some innocent woman who had nothing to do with you being a fucking idiot. Why don’t you go rape your mother Clarence? You fucking momma’s boy. That’s the woman who turned you into a fucking idiot. Let’s see you visualize that Clarence! Visualize fucking your mother hard and deep in the ass! HaHaHaHa…you’re a sick motherfucker Clarence! You just imagined what it would feel like to push your long, hard dick up your mother‘s…” I screamed out, “ENOUGH! STOP! PLEASE STOP!”
“It’s okay Clarence. Your time started when you woke up. That was about 20 minutes ago. Just think, you only have 47 hours and 40 minutes to go. Maybe I’ll bring someone in to announce the time every minute. You’d find out just how long a minute can take to pass. Nothing tortures like time, when ten minutes grinds by agonizingly slow, making it seem like an hour.” The cement floor made my knees ache, the pain shot up my body to my neck. My head began to pound.
“Only 47 hours and 39 minutes to go Clarence. You look tired. You must be very exhausted after these past days. You’ve had very little sleep. When is the last time you curled up under nice, thick, warm comforter, with plump, cold fluffy pillow?” Her voice hummed “Close to You” in my mind. I saw myself falling backward onto a mountain of red feathers. My eyes grew heavy, my knees felt like they were being crushed against the edge of a sharp rock.
“47 hours and 38 minutes left Clarence. Are you hungry?” The smell of roasted meat and French fries filled my nostrils. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. “There is something for you to eat in that bucket over there Clarence. Go look!” I was relieved to get off my knees. When I looked down into the bucket, I saw a man’s severed genitals. A large brown cockroach crawled over it. I coughed, retched and vomited bile. The stomach acids came out my nose, burning my nostrils causing my eyes to water.
“47 hours and 37 minutes Clarence. How would you like that to be your dick and balls in the bucket Clarence? I’ll saw your shit off with an old, dull and rusty hacksaw. Would that be a fitting punishment? No? What would be a fitting punishment Clarence?” My mind involuntarily replied, “For you to use me however you want.”
“Use you however I want huh? Your entire being is crying out for me to take you and use you however I want. How the fuck do you equate me fulfilling your desires with punishment? You’re one simple-minded motherfucker, you know that Clarence? Now that you’ve wasted your opportunity to choose your own punishment, I’ll choose. That means that you’re too much of a goddamn moron to look out for your own best interest and select a punishment you can handle.” I thought how relieved I was that she had stopped the countdown.
“47 hours and 36 minutes Clarence. If you want to stop the countdown. You have to eat the roach.” ‘FUCK NO’ flashed in my mind. “Fuck no, huh? I want you to eat the roach, for me, because I say so. You will do whatever I want, not because you’re trapped in a cell with me, not because I’m inside your head; but because you want to do whatever I want. It will please me if you eat the roach Clarence. To tell you truth, it will touch me to watch you do something that absolutely repulses you, to willingly cross your own lines, because you know that it will please me. You remember how easy it was to drink the cup of urine. This is just as easy. Just let go, turn your will over to me, bend down and pick up the cockroach. Now shove it in your mouth, chew it quickly and swallow it. Goood boooy Clarence.” I choked and gagged on the roach, I vomited again on the floor. I leaned against the wall and threw up roach legs and bile until my chest and throat ached from the dry heaves.
“Good job Clarence! I’m so impressed that I’m tempted to reward you by allowing you to lick my ass. But now that you’ve got the dick eating roach all over your tongue, I think I’ll pass.” I began coughing and dry heaving again. The Duchess lit another cigarette. She hadn’t yet spoken a word out loud, got up from her chair, changed the expression on her face or touched me.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 11
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.”
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.”
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 9
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 8
We all waited in the living-room while Lavinia worked her magic upstairs. Antigone and the twins stood with their backs to wall on one side of the room. Damijana, Black Sally and I did the same on the opposite side. The Duchess removed her Chinchilla and tossed it on the couch. The German Shepherd on Sally’s leash growled and bared his teeth at The Duchess. Damijana gripped her machete, gently tapping the tip of the blade against the wall behind her. The Duchess sat down and said, “You know, even barbarians believe in hospitality.”
Sally replied, “If the savages and barbarians hadn’t believed in hospitality, the world would still belong to the savages and barbarians.”
The Duchess tilted her head to the side and smiled, “I’m glad that’s not the case. I wouldn’t want to live this way if everyone else was doing it. I’ll remember to pack my own refreshments next time because the Kastelics are too hardcore to offer their guests a cup of coffee and something sweet.”
Ira entered without being noticeably summoned. Damijana said, “Bring us some coffee and cake.” Ira nodded her head and returned to the kitchen. The Duchess rubbed her hands together excitedly and said, “I’ll be surprised if we get to Sathanas before one of his associates kills him. We haven’t even got started yet and he’s already willing to pay us to leave him alone. After tonight, he’ll be isolated.”
Damijana asked, “Why did you go after The Fallen Angel? You know that we‘re not supposed to attack other Matriarchs without a very good reason.”
The Duchess said, “Why? Is it so we can create a community of telepathics and protect each other? Since I’ve been in this, it’s never been about creating and protecting communities. When I came in, the older women in the house taught me to realize my power through my own suffering and to strengthen myself through the suffering of others. They sent me out to hunt, torture and kill. In my house, if you haven’t done those things, then you’re not a member of ANY house. The Fallen Angel tried to call herself a Matriarch without having any blood on her hands, without bringing any sacrifices to the altar, without consuming the meat.”
Damijana stepped away from the wall, took a seat across from The Duchess and asked, “How did your house find you?” Ira returned with a silver tray loaded with coffee and cake. She set it on the coffee table between Damijana and The Duchess.
The Duchess poured herself a cup coffee and said, “I was a runaway. They found me on the street. An old lady came along offering me food and a safe place. She looked wealthy. I figured that I’d eat her food, warm-up and rob her later that night. When I got the house, the women beat me to the floor as soon I walked in the door. They tore my clothes off and tied me to a pole. Then they brought in a girl I knew from the street. She was about my age. They tortured her right in front of me. I remember the hot piss running down my thigh, when I saw them cut her open and remove her liver. They passed it around, eating it raw. Then the Matriarch shoved a handful of the meat into my mouth, held it shut and forced me to swallow. I don’t know how long I was tied to the pole. It could have been a day. It could have been a month. I was too busy screaming to worry about the time. They stuck needles in me, they burned me, they whipped me, they pulled out four of my teeth. They tore off my fingernails and toenails. They cut off my hair. They untied my ankles and held my legs spread apart, then they fucked me with baseball-bats until they had to pull me down and sew me up to stop the bleeding. Then they put me in a coffin and buried me alive behind the house. I had the opportunity to do a lot of soul-searching while I was in that coffin, staring into a darkness that a person who hasn’t experienced it could never comprehend. I thought I was suffering through my last hours of existence. I prayed for it to end, for death to just come quickly. Death didn’t come. The members of the house dug me up and healed me. Here I am resurrected.”
Damijana said, “You got your revenge though, didn’t you?”
“That’s not revenge, just like Lavinia killing Antonija was not revenge. That’s just the way this game is played.”
“So you expect to be murdered by your predecessor?”
The Duchess looked over at Antigone, “You don’t become a Matriarch by getting elected. The title doesn’t go to the prettiest, smartest or most graceful. This isn’t a fucking beauty pageant. There is only one road leading to the crown, murder. When that changes, all of these houses will fall.”
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. We all went out into the hallway. The three zombies stood motionless at the bottom of the stairs. All three stared at the ground. Chris foamed at the mouth. We placed Chris and the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. We put the man who had been tied to the cross in the trunk of The Duchess’ car. I looked at the house before getting in the passenger seat of the Lincoln. I focused on Lavinia and thought, “I love you.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind like a cool, refreshing breeze on a stifling summer day, “Clarence, your love is of tremendous value to me. I love you as much as you love me, if not more. I didn’t have to force, or manipulate, you into loving me or giving me your loyalty and obedience. You have given all of this to me out of your own free will. I’m not used to that. When I was crippled and disfigured, your loyalty increased rather than decreasing. That is devotion. I do not take your devotion for granted. Now go, you have work to do.” I felt a pair of soft, full lips kiss my cheek, but there was nobody at my side. Anguish filled my heart as I wondered what it must be like to exist behind that mask, without the ability to press your lips against the flesh of the one you love; without the ability to receive a kiss on the lips in return.
The Duchess yelled, “LET’S GO!” I hopped in the car. We drove into the city, followed by Antigone and the twins in the Cutlass. The streetlights had just come on as the last remaining light in the sky faded away. We pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. As we slowed down to go over the speed-bumps, I looked out the window at the groups of young men hanging out in front of the buildings. Some were drinking, some were smoking; some laughed, while others fought. A heavy-set man with coal black skin and dreadlocks threw a gang sign at us. The Duchess stopped several feet away from the man. A group of young men came to his side and began yelling at our car. One of the young men lifted his shirt to show us the pistol he had tucked in pants. Antigone’s Cutlass came to a stop behind us. The Duchess said, “These guys right here, these are the guys The Great Sathanas uses as muscle. They’re getting ready to come looking for us. I figured we’d save them the drive.”
The heavy-set man approached the car. He raised his arms and yelled at me, “Wassup punk? You lookin’ for something?” The Duchess popped the trunk. When the heavy-set man saw the zombie climb out of the trunk, I saw him mouth the words, “WHAT THE FUCK” but no sound came out of his mouth. The man reached under his shirt. Before he could pull his weapon, the zombie was on top of him, tearing away the flesh of the man’s face with his teeth. Antigone let the other two zombies out. Gunfire erupted.
The Duchess ducked, opened her car door, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car with her, as she threw herself to the ground. She fell in a puddle of oil and water, soiling her Chinchilla. She sat up and looked at the stained arms and front of her coat. Bullets ricocheted off a dumpster behind her. She screamed, “LOOK AT THIS SHIT!” She stared at me wide-eyed while pointing at her soiled coat. I laid on the ground, curled up in the fetal position, my arms covering my head. Gunshots and screams filled the night air.
Antigone rushed to The Duchess side and asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” The Duchess replied, “Am I okay?” She pointed at her coat, “Do I look okay to you?” She stood up, pulled off her coat and threw it on the ground in front of the dumpster. Antigone yelled, “GET DOWN!” The Duchess continued her tirade as she walked to the trunk of her car, bullets whizzing past her head, “PUNK-MOTHER-FUCKERS!” She pulled an assault rifle from the trunk and opened fire. I couldn’t see what she was shooting at, or if she was hitting it. All I saw was the empty shells bouncing off the asphalt.
Antigone shouted, “DUCHESS! WE HAVE TO GO!” Then she scrambled back to the bullet-riddled Cutlass and climbed in the driver’s seat. The Duchess slammed another clip into her rifle and yelled at me, “CLARENCE! GET BACK IN THE CAR!” Then she opened fire again. When her second clip was empty, all the gunfire had stopped. I jumped to my feet and climbed over the driver’s seat into the passenger side. When I looked out the window, I saw all the fallen young men, their white shirts soaked in blood, the zombies tearing away and consuming their flesh. The night had gone silent except for the sounds of screams and distant sirens.
The Duchess threw her rifle in the trunk, slammed it shut and she hopped in the car. Antigone turned her car around in the parking lot and pulled out. We followed right behind. I looked at The Duchess and asked, “What about the zombies? What will the police do when they find them?”
The Duchess answered, “The zombies will be laid out like the dead when the police get there. They’ll take them to the morgue with the other dead people.”
“Did we get all of Sathanas’ guys?”
The Duchess laughed, “What do you mean ‘we’? You were on the ground curled up in a ball. But to answer question, we got enough of them. Those gangsters weren’t loyal to Sathanas, they were loyal to the money he paid them. After this…after the survivors go tell their friends about seeing people being eaten by fucking zombies…there is no gang on the face of this earth that is going to connect themselves to Sathanas. He’s done. What you need to be worried about is your meeting with Medea. You’re not out of danger yet Clarence. The night is still young.”
I asked, “How come I’m meeting with the Second-Chair of this house and not the Matriarch.”
“You should know by now that the Second-Chair has four functions; they enforce discipline in the house, they see that the Matriarch’s orders are carried out by the members of the house, they deal with minor problems so the Matriarch doesn’t have to worry about them and most importantly, they plot to murder the Matriarch and take her crown. That’s what Second-Chair does. So when you’re meeting with a Second-Chair, you’re usually meeting the next Matriarch of that house. Medea comes from one of the largest and most bellicose houses in existence. When they’re not at war with outsiders, they’re warring with another house. When they’re not warring with another house, they go to war with each other. Usually, they’re doing a combination of those things all at once. Their roots go back to the kingdom of Dahomey. They used women as warriors. An exceptionally vicious and brutal cult grew out of that practice. That cult still lives on in the shadows today. That’s who we’re on our way to see.”
“Is there anything I need to know before I meet her?”
“What’s there for you to know? They say Medea can tear man’s heart with her bare hands. If I was you, I wouldn’t assume they mean that figuratively. She places no value on human life, none whatsoever. Rumor has it that she murdered her own parents and siblings. I suggest that you maintain a degree of distance from her, don’t be ashamed to hide behind your Matriarch. You DO NOT want to be present at one Medea’s rituals and whatever you do, whatever she does, DON’T FUCK HER! If she fucks a man, she kills him. And from I understand, she likes to fuck a lot.”
“Wait a minute…you said that I will naturally serve the Keepers of the Altar. If she tells me to do something…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You belong to Lavinia. While that may not be generally approved of, it’s known. Even Medea doesn’t want problems with Lavinia, not if she can avoid it. She won’t force you to fuck her. But if you if spend too much time with her, she will be tempted. She’ll seek to seduce rather than force. That way she can lay the blame on you; when she fucks you, tears your heart out and eats it.”
I turned my head and stared out the window. Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t be afraid of Medea. She is a woman who believes in honor. She has heard of your loyalty and respects it. She will tempt you and she will test you. If you fall to temptation or fail her tests, she will kill you. It‘s your responsibility not to fall or fail.”
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Sally replied, “If the savages and barbarians hadn’t believed in hospitality, the world would still belong to the savages and barbarians.”
The Duchess tilted her head to the side and smiled, “I’m glad that’s not the case. I wouldn’t want to live this way if everyone else was doing it. I’ll remember to pack my own refreshments next time because the Kastelics are too hardcore to offer their guests a cup of coffee and something sweet.”
Ira entered without being noticeably summoned. Damijana said, “Bring us some coffee and cake.” Ira nodded her head and returned to the kitchen. The Duchess rubbed her hands together excitedly and said, “I’ll be surprised if we get to Sathanas before one of his associates kills him. We haven’t even got started yet and he’s already willing to pay us to leave him alone. After tonight, he’ll be isolated.”
Damijana asked, “Why did you go after The Fallen Angel? You know that we‘re not supposed to attack other Matriarchs without a very good reason.”
The Duchess said, “Why? Is it so we can create a community of telepathics and protect each other? Since I’ve been in this, it’s never been about creating and protecting communities. When I came in, the older women in the house taught me to realize my power through my own suffering and to strengthen myself through the suffering of others. They sent me out to hunt, torture and kill. In my house, if you haven’t done those things, then you’re not a member of ANY house. The Fallen Angel tried to call herself a Matriarch without having any blood on her hands, without bringing any sacrifices to the altar, without consuming the meat.”
Damijana stepped away from the wall, took a seat across from The Duchess and asked, “How did your house find you?” Ira returned with a silver tray loaded with coffee and cake. She set it on the coffee table between Damijana and The Duchess.
The Duchess poured herself a cup coffee and said, “I was a runaway. They found me on the street. An old lady came along offering me food and a safe place. She looked wealthy. I figured that I’d eat her food, warm-up and rob her later that night. When I got the house, the women beat me to the floor as soon I walked in the door. They tore my clothes off and tied me to a pole. Then they brought in a girl I knew from the street. She was about my age. They tortured her right in front of me. I remember the hot piss running down my thigh, when I saw them cut her open and remove her liver. They passed it around, eating it raw. Then the Matriarch shoved a handful of the meat into my mouth, held it shut and forced me to swallow. I don’t know how long I was tied to the pole. It could have been a day. It could have been a month. I was too busy screaming to worry about the time. They stuck needles in me, they burned me, they whipped me, they pulled out four of my teeth. They tore off my fingernails and toenails. They cut off my hair. They untied my ankles and held my legs spread apart, then they fucked me with baseball-bats until they had to pull me down and sew me up to stop the bleeding. Then they put me in a coffin and buried me alive behind the house. I had the opportunity to do a lot of soul-searching while I was in that coffin, staring into a darkness that a person who hasn’t experienced it could never comprehend. I thought I was suffering through my last hours of existence. I prayed for it to end, for death to just come quickly. Death didn’t come. The members of the house dug me up and healed me. Here I am resurrected.”
Damijana said, “You got your revenge though, didn’t you?”
“That’s not revenge, just like Lavinia killing Antonija was not revenge. That’s just the way this game is played.”
“So you expect to be murdered by your predecessor?”
The Duchess looked over at Antigone, “You don’t become a Matriarch by getting elected. The title doesn’t go to the prettiest, smartest or most graceful. This isn’t a fucking beauty pageant. There is only one road leading to the crown, murder. When that changes, all of these houses will fall.”
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. We all went out into the hallway. The three zombies stood motionless at the bottom of the stairs. All three stared at the ground. Chris foamed at the mouth. We placed Chris and the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. We put the man who had been tied to the cross in the trunk of The Duchess’ car. I looked at the house before getting in the passenger seat of the Lincoln. I focused on Lavinia and thought, “I love you.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind like a cool, refreshing breeze on a stifling summer day, “Clarence, your love is of tremendous value to me. I love you as much as you love me, if not more. I didn’t have to force, or manipulate, you into loving me or giving me your loyalty and obedience. You have given all of this to me out of your own free will. I’m not used to that. When I was crippled and disfigured, your loyalty increased rather than decreasing. That is devotion. I do not take your devotion for granted. Now go, you have work to do.” I felt a pair of soft, full lips kiss my cheek, but there was nobody at my side. Anguish filled my heart as I wondered what it must be like to exist behind that mask, without the ability to press your lips against the flesh of the one you love; without the ability to receive a kiss on the lips in return.
The Duchess yelled, “LET’S GO!” I hopped in the car. We drove into the city, followed by Antigone and the twins in the Cutlass. The streetlights had just come on as the last remaining light in the sky faded away. We pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. As we slowed down to go over the speed-bumps, I looked out the window at the groups of young men hanging out in front of the buildings. Some were drinking, some were smoking; some laughed, while others fought. A heavy-set man with coal black skin and dreadlocks threw a gang sign at us. The Duchess stopped several feet away from the man. A group of young men came to his side and began yelling at our car. One of the young men lifted his shirt to show us the pistol he had tucked in pants. Antigone’s Cutlass came to a stop behind us. The Duchess said, “These guys right here, these are the guys The Great Sathanas uses as muscle. They’re getting ready to come looking for us. I figured we’d save them the drive.”
The heavy-set man approached the car. He raised his arms and yelled at me, “Wassup punk? You lookin’ for something?” The Duchess popped the trunk. When the heavy-set man saw the zombie climb out of the trunk, I saw him mouth the words, “WHAT THE FUCK” but no sound came out of his mouth. The man reached under his shirt. Before he could pull his weapon, the zombie was on top of him, tearing away the flesh of the man’s face with his teeth. Antigone let the other two zombies out. Gunfire erupted.
The Duchess ducked, opened her car door, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car with her, as she threw herself to the ground. She fell in a puddle of oil and water, soiling her Chinchilla. She sat up and looked at the stained arms and front of her coat. Bullets ricocheted off a dumpster behind her. She screamed, “LOOK AT THIS SHIT!” She stared at me wide-eyed while pointing at her soiled coat. I laid on the ground, curled up in the fetal position, my arms covering my head. Gunshots and screams filled the night air.
Antigone rushed to The Duchess side and asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” The Duchess replied, “Am I okay?” She pointed at her coat, “Do I look okay to you?” She stood up, pulled off her coat and threw it on the ground in front of the dumpster. Antigone yelled, “GET DOWN!” The Duchess continued her tirade as she walked to the trunk of her car, bullets whizzing past her head, “PUNK-MOTHER-FUCKERS!” She pulled an assault rifle from the trunk and opened fire. I couldn’t see what she was shooting at, or if she was hitting it. All I saw was the empty shells bouncing off the asphalt.
Antigone shouted, “DUCHESS! WE HAVE TO GO!” Then she scrambled back to the bullet-riddled Cutlass and climbed in the driver’s seat. The Duchess slammed another clip into her rifle and yelled at me, “CLARENCE! GET BACK IN THE CAR!” Then she opened fire again. When her second clip was empty, all the gunfire had stopped. I jumped to my feet and climbed over the driver’s seat into the passenger side. When I looked out the window, I saw all the fallen young men, their white shirts soaked in blood, the zombies tearing away and consuming their flesh. The night had gone silent except for the sounds of screams and distant sirens.
The Duchess threw her rifle in the trunk, slammed it shut and she hopped in the car. Antigone turned her car around in the parking lot and pulled out. We followed right behind. I looked at The Duchess and asked, “What about the zombies? What will the police do when they find them?”
The Duchess answered, “The zombies will be laid out like the dead when the police get there. They’ll take them to the morgue with the other dead people.”
“Did we get all of Sathanas’ guys?”
The Duchess laughed, “What do you mean ‘we’? You were on the ground curled up in a ball. But to answer question, we got enough of them. Those gangsters weren’t loyal to Sathanas, they were loyal to the money he paid them. After this…after the survivors go tell their friends about seeing people being eaten by fucking zombies…there is no gang on the face of this earth that is going to connect themselves to Sathanas. He’s done. What you need to be worried about is your meeting with Medea. You’re not out of danger yet Clarence. The night is still young.”
I asked, “How come I’m meeting with the Second-Chair of this house and not the Matriarch.”
“You should know by now that the Second-Chair has four functions; they enforce discipline in the house, they see that the Matriarch’s orders are carried out by the members of the house, they deal with minor problems so the Matriarch doesn’t have to worry about them and most importantly, they plot to murder the Matriarch and take her crown. That’s what Second-Chair does. So when you’re meeting with a Second-Chair, you’re usually meeting the next Matriarch of that house. Medea comes from one of the largest and most bellicose houses in existence. When they’re not at war with outsiders, they’re warring with another house. When they’re not warring with another house, they go to war with each other. Usually, they’re doing a combination of those things all at once. Their roots go back to the kingdom of Dahomey. They used women as warriors. An exceptionally vicious and brutal cult grew out of that practice. That cult still lives on in the shadows today. That’s who we’re on our way to see.”
“Is there anything I need to know before I meet her?”
“What’s there for you to know? They say Medea can tear man’s heart with her bare hands. If I was you, I wouldn’t assume they mean that figuratively. She places no value on human life, none whatsoever. Rumor has it that she murdered her own parents and siblings. I suggest that you maintain a degree of distance from her, don’t be ashamed to hide behind your Matriarch. You DO NOT want to be present at one Medea’s rituals and whatever you do, whatever she does, DON’T FUCK HER! If she fucks a man, she kills him. And from I understand, she likes to fuck a lot.”
“Wait a minute…you said that I will naturally serve the Keepers of the Altar. If she tells me to do something…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You belong to Lavinia. While that may not be generally approved of, it’s known. Even Medea doesn’t want problems with Lavinia, not if she can avoid it. She won’t force you to fuck her. But if you if spend too much time with her, she will be tempted. She’ll seek to seduce rather than force. That way she can lay the blame on you; when she fucks you, tears your heart out and eats it.”
I turned my head and stared out the window. Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t be afraid of Medea. She is a woman who believes in honor. She has heard of your loyalty and respects it. She will tempt you and she will test you. If you fall to temptation or fail her tests, she will kill you. It‘s your responsibility not to fall or fail.”
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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.”
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The Duchess showered while I waited in the den with the twins. Not a word was spoken. The Duchess returned, her red hair dripping wet, she wore a grey sweat-suit. She grabbed her mink and looked at me, “How long does this process take?” Her question was answered by the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. We all got up and went out in the hall to see Roger.
He was a monstrosity. His head looked like a blood-caked thumb with teeth. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and stood motionless. Lavinia appeared at the top in her wheelchair. Her voice said, “Here’s your Roger. I want Clarence back as soon as The Great Sathanas is dead.”
The Duchess nodded her head, then she motioned for me to follow her, “Let’s go Clarence. The twins will transport Roger.”
I looked up at Lavinia as I walked out the door. I thought, “I love you.” Her voice replied, “This isn’t good-bye. I’ll be with you the whole time. Don’t worry about anything. There is much for you to learn from The Duchess.”
The twins put Roger in the trunk of an old beat up Cutlass. The Duchess led me to a black Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows. She threw her mink in the trunk and got in the drivers seat. I got in the passenger seat beside her. Anguish filled my heart. I didn’t want to leave Lavinia. I worried that I would never see her again.
When we got on the highway, The Duchess asked, “So how long have you been a member of that house?”
“I don’t know. A little over a week.”
“Ahhhh. That’s why you’re all fucked up. How do you like your new life?”
“It’s good.”
“Oh, will be speaking in ‘liar-ese’ during your time in my house?” She looked at me, her full lips grinned slightly.
“It’s been challenging.”
“I see. That’s a nice way of saying ‘it’s been fucked up’, right?” I turned my head and stared out the window. The sun was beginning to rise. The Duchess continued, “To be honest, I’m surprised you’re still among the living. You hang out with a pretty rough crowd.” I thought of The Duchess smearing blood all over her body and wondered how long I would remain ‘among the living’.
The Duchess continued, “What a lucky guy, huh? You get to spend all your time surrounded by women.”
“Yeah well, I haven’t felt all that ‘lucky’ recently. Can we please talk about something else?” The Duchess pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the car off. All that could be heard was the sound of passing cars speeding by. She stared into my eyes, “No, we can’t talk about ‘something else‘. We’re going to finish this conversation.” She lit a cigarette and continued, “I want to know why you are loyal to the people who are hurting you so badly. Is it because they’re women? Are you one of those types that is willing to take any abuse a woman is willing to give, as long as she is giving you attention?”
“You know that the torture is used for a higher purpose…”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I yelled out in frustration, “I DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION!”
The Duchess smiled, turned the car back on and merged back into traffic. She said, “Finally, an honest answer.”
I asked, “Do you know the answer?”
She blew out smoke, “Actually, I do know the answer. I also know why you’re still alive. I mean ’why you’, right? You must wonder what makes you so special.”
“I don’t feel special when I locked in box. I don’t feel special when I’m being held down and forced to drink piss…”
“Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t be willing to endure it.”
“NO I DO NOT!”
“So why then Clarence? Why go through all of that when you can just walk away.”
“You know that I can’t just walk away.”
“Yes, you can. If you weren’t there willingly, you would be dead.” I let her words sink in. She was right. There never was a point where I was being held against my will. I never tried to escape and I had several opportunities. The Duchess went on, “Do you want to know the answer to the question? I’ll tell you. You are definitely not willing to take abuse from any woman who shows you attention. You fit into your house like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle. They need you and you need them. You were built for this.”
“Built for what? To be a crash test dummy? A human sacrifice?”
“I doubt you’ll be sacrifice; killed maybe, but not sacrificed. Did you hear the ‘They need you’ part? Why do you think you’re alive? Love? You are alive because you were chosen by the Goddess. That’s who you serve whether you realize it or not. That’s why they gave you a seat at their table. If Lavinia is a dagger in the Goddess’ hand, you are the stone She uses to sharpen that dagger. Do you understand the importance of that role? Look at it this way. If you are a sword designed by the Goddess, what does that say about the woman who wields that sword? Or, you can look at it another way. Brianna made a living making men kneel in front of her. You didn’t bow before Brianna, you tore her apart. Yet I could stop the car and make you kneel before me right there on the side of the road. I could even make you strip first. I could hop on the hood of my car, remove my shoes and have you lick my toes clean. And you would do it. Do have nay doubts about that?”
I remained silent.
The Duchess continued, “But let me fall out of the Goddess’ favor, and you would immediately end my existence. This isn’t about your love for Lavinia. That’s a small part of a big picture.”
“My loyalty is to Lavinia…”
“Your loyalty is to the Goddess and you go wherever she sends you. Now, she has sent you to me and I’m letting you know upfront that I intend to make full use of you. I am the dagger, you are the sharpening stone. This has nothing to do with our wants or desires. This is about the Will of the Goddess. Believe me, you’re not the only man I could get to kneel before me nude on the roadside. But you are one of the only one’s specifically designed to serve me. When I tell you to do something, you have no choice; you’ll do it. And you will do it no matter how repulsive, painful or frightening it is. I could tell you to shit in your hand and eat it. You would do it. Would you like to test that in order to find out if I’m bluffing?”
“No. I still don’t understand…”
“Yes you do. You just don’t like the truth. As long as my will is line with the Goddess’ Will, I own you just the same as Lavinia does. The moment my will is not in line with Her’s, you will try to destroy me. She designed you to be a blessing to the women who serve Her, and a curse to the ones that don’t. That’s an important part of the equation Clarence. As long as I am completely loyal and obedient to the Goddess, you will be completely loyal and obedient to me. I am the dagger, you are the stone.”
“So what does that mean for me?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you eat shit or suck toes. There is no reason for me to be cruel to you. You will have enough to deal with already. I don’t think you fully appreciate the position you’re in. You are the dividing line that separates the women who ‘are’ from those who ‘are not’. You can expect a future full of politics, manipulation and meetings with Matriarchs, along with all the would-bes and the wanna-bes.”
We pulled into the parking lot of large apartment complex. The Duchess parked in spot marked “Guest”. I saw the twins’ empty Cutlass parked a few spaces away. The Duchess got out of the car and walked toward the building. I followed right behind her. We entered, went up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door marked C109. One of the twins opened the door. When I entered the apartment I saw two men bound and gagged on the floor. A third man laid lifeless and limp at Roger’s feet. The bound looked familiar. I approached them to get a closer look. Then I recognized them, they were two of the menh from my dream. The one’s who slipped in Alexandria’s slider and raped her.
The Duchess asked, “What? Are these guys friends of yours?” I shook my head. She said, “That’s good. These guys are first degree fucking assholes. They kidnap women, gang-rape them, then take them to The Great Sathanas to be forced into prostitution.”
I nodded solemnly, “I know.”
“So what do you think Clarence? Should we just execute them here? Or should we take them with us and have little fun?”
I thought for a moment and wondered how many women those men had brought to The Great Sathanas. The image of a wall full of “Missing” posters came into my mind. I looked at The Duchess, “These two should definitely come with us.”
He was a monstrosity. His head looked like a blood-caked thumb with teeth. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and stood motionless. Lavinia appeared at the top in her wheelchair. Her voice said, “Here’s your Roger. I want Clarence back as soon as The Great Sathanas is dead.”
The Duchess nodded her head, then she motioned for me to follow her, “Let’s go Clarence. The twins will transport Roger.”
I looked up at Lavinia as I walked out the door. I thought, “I love you.” Her voice replied, “This isn’t good-bye. I’ll be with you the whole time. Don’t worry about anything. There is much for you to learn from The Duchess.”
The twins put Roger in the trunk of an old beat up Cutlass. The Duchess led me to a black Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows. She threw her mink in the trunk and got in the drivers seat. I got in the passenger seat beside her. Anguish filled my heart. I didn’t want to leave Lavinia. I worried that I would never see her again.
When we got on the highway, The Duchess asked, “So how long have you been a member of that house?”
“I don’t know. A little over a week.”
“Ahhhh. That’s why you’re all fucked up. How do you like your new life?”
“It’s good.”
“Oh, will be speaking in ‘liar-ese’ during your time in my house?” She looked at me, her full lips grinned slightly.
“It’s been challenging.”
“I see. That’s a nice way of saying ‘it’s been fucked up’, right?” I turned my head and stared out the window. The sun was beginning to rise. The Duchess continued, “To be honest, I’m surprised you’re still among the living. You hang out with a pretty rough crowd.” I thought of The Duchess smearing blood all over her body and wondered how long I would remain ‘among the living’.
The Duchess continued, “What a lucky guy, huh? You get to spend all your time surrounded by women.”
“Yeah well, I haven’t felt all that ‘lucky’ recently. Can we please talk about something else?” The Duchess pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the car off. All that could be heard was the sound of passing cars speeding by. She stared into my eyes, “No, we can’t talk about ‘something else‘. We’re going to finish this conversation.” She lit a cigarette and continued, “I want to know why you are loyal to the people who are hurting you so badly. Is it because they’re women? Are you one of those types that is willing to take any abuse a woman is willing to give, as long as she is giving you attention?”
“You know that the torture is used for a higher purpose…”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I yelled out in frustration, “I DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION!”
The Duchess smiled, turned the car back on and merged back into traffic. She said, “Finally, an honest answer.”
I asked, “Do you know the answer?”
She blew out smoke, “Actually, I do know the answer. I also know why you’re still alive. I mean ’why you’, right? You must wonder what makes you so special.”
“I don’t feel special when I locked in box. I don’t feel special when I’m being held down and forced to drink piss…”
“Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t be willing to endure it.”
“NO I DO NOT!”
“So why then Clarence? Why go through all of that when you can just walk away.”
“You know that I can’t just walk away.”
“Yes, you can. If you weren’t there willingly, you would be dead.” I let her words sink in. She was right. There never was a point where I was being held against my will. I never tried to escape and I had several opportunities. The Duchess went on, “Do you want to know the answer to the question? I’ll tell you. You are definitely not willing to take abuse from any woman who shows you attention. You fit into your house like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle. They need you and you need them. You were built for this.”
“Built for what? To be a crash test dummy? A human sacrifice?”
“I doubt you’ll be sacrifice; killed maybe, but not sacrificed. Did you hear the ‘They need you’ part? Why do you think you’re alive? Love? You are alive because you were chosen by the Goddess. That’s who you serve whether you realize it or not. That’s why they gave you a seat at their table. If Lavinia is a dagger in the Goddess’ hand, you are the stone She uses to sharpen that dagger. Do you understand the importance of that role? Look at it this way. If you are a sword designed by the Goddess, what does that say about the woman who wields that sword? Or, you can look at it another way. Brianna made a living making men kneel in front of her. You didn’t bow before Brianna, you tore her apart. Yet I could stop the car and make you kneel before me right there on the side of the road. I could even make you strip first. I could hop on the hood of my car, remove my shoes and have you lick my toes clean. And you would do it. Do have nay doubts about that?”
I remained silent.
The Duchess continued, “But let me fall out of the Goddess’ favor, and you would immediately end my existence. This isn’t about your love for Lavinia. That’s a small part of a big picture.”
“My loyalty is to Lavinia…”
“Your loyalty is to the Goddess and you go wherever she sends you. Now, she has sent you to me and I’m letting you know upfront that I intend to make full use of you. I am the dagger, you are the sharpening stone. This has nothing to do with our wants or desires. This is about the Will of the Goddess. Believe me, you’re not the only man I could get to kneel before me nude on the roadside. But you are one of the only one’s specifically designed to serve me. When I tell you to do something, you have no choice; you’ll do it. And you will do it no matter how repulsive, painful or frightening it is. I could tell you to shit in your hand and eat it. You would do it. Would you like to test that in order to find out if I’m bluffing?”
“No. I still don’t understand…”
“Yes you do. You just don’t like the truth. As long as my will is line with the Goddess’ Will, I own you just the same as Lavinia does. The moment my will is not in line with Her’s, you will try to destroy me. She designed you to be a blessing to the women who serve Her, and a curse to the ones that don’t. That’s an important part of the equation Clarence. As long as I am completely loyal and obedient to the Goddess, you will be completely loyal and obedient to me. I am the dagger, you are the stone.”
“So what does that mean for me?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you eat shit or suck toes. There is no reason for me to be cruel to you. You will have enough to deal with already. I don’t think you fully appreciate the position you’re in. You are the dividing line that separates the women who ‘are’ from those who ‘are not’. You can expect a future full of politics, manipulation and meetings with Matriarchs, along with all the would-bes and the wanna-bes.”
We pulled into the parking lot of large apartment complex. The Duchess parked in spot marked “Guest”. I saw the twins’ empty Cutlass parked a few spaces away. The Duchess got out of the car and walked toward the building. I followed right behind her. We entered, went up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door marked C109. One of the twins opened the door. When I entered the apartment I saw two men bound and gagged on the floor. A third man laid lifeless and limp at Roger’s feet. The bound looked familiar. I approached them to get a closer look. Then I recognized them, they were two of the menh from my dream. The one’s who slipped in Alexandria’s slider and raped her.
The Duchess asked, “What? Are these guys friends of yours?” I shook my head. She said, “That’s good. These guys are first degree fucking assholes. They kidnap women, gang-rape them, then take them to The Great Sathanas to be forced into prostitution.”
I nodded solemnly, “I know.”
“So what do you think Clarence? Should we just execute them here? Or should we take them with us and have little fun?”
I thought for a moment and wondered how many women those men had brought to The Great Sathanas. The image of a wall full of “Missing” posters came into my mind. I looked at The Duchess, “These two should definitely come with us.”
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Lavinia’s voice whispered, “I’m doing this because I love you and I want you to grow stronger.” I yelled and screamed until my lungs and throat burned. I couldn’t stand, turn or twist; I didn’t even have enough room to pound my head against the lid or sides of the box. My elbows, shoulders, forearms, head, back, toes and ass all pressed and rubbed against the cold steel. A cold draft flowed in through air holes. All was black. Lavinia’s voice said, “Panic will turn a bad situation into the stuff nightmares are made of. Take a deep breath and try to be still.”
Every joint in my body ached, my muscles began to cramp. My breathing was fast and shallow. I felt something brush against my foot. It felt like furry fingertips were tickling my ankle. I couldn’t breathe. In my mind, I saw the image of a large, hairy spider with a swollen red body the size of a lemon. I felt it brush against the naked flesh of my inner-thigh. Terror confined my existence to the moment, I could see nothing beyond the complete darkness that surrounded me. It was as if I had no past or future, just a hellish present that would stretch on throughout eternity.
My body became soaked with sweat as I yelled and futilely rocked back and forth, a half-inch to each side. I managed to pull my arms up over my knees and bring them between my legs. I felt the spider crawl over my genitals. I could only move my hands from the wrists, I slapped at the spider with one hand hoping to crush it. The spider scurried over my penis and up my stomach. It felt like someone was violently shaking the box, I could hear it slamming against the closet walls. I realized that it was me shaking the box as my body convulsed in fear. The spider crawled up to my neck, I felt it’s fangs sink into to the soft flesh under my ear, it felt like two nails being driven into my neck. With limited movement, I could only slap at the spider with fingertips. It latched on to my hand and bit into my middle finger. My face was pulled back, teeth-bared as I bellowed like beast and crushed the spider between my hands.
Lavinia’s voice whispered, “You were locked in a closet when you were young. You remember. You pounded on the closet door screaming because you were afraid of the dark. You always had the feeling that you weren’t alone in that closet. That feeling terrified you more than the people who locked you inside. Do you remember that time you felt a hand emerge from between the coats and grab your shoulder? You beat on the door until your fists bled, crying and pleading for them to let you out. Did you just have an overactive imagination? Or was there a really some sort malicious spirit in that closet with you? You know how sometimes you would be in the house alone, step into the hall and catch a glimpse out of someone the corner of your eye? You knew you saw someone, but when you checked nobody was there. Have you ever thought that maybe an evil spirit has been stalking you since those days spent in the closet?”
My teeth clattered as I sat cramped and shivering. I clenched my mouth shut to keep my teeth from knocking together. Lavinia’s voice whispered, “Stare into the darkness, tell me what you see.” With head lowered, eyes toward the bottom of the box, I stared into the black between my legs. Moments later a face began to form, it was the pale, eyeless, dead face of Brianna. Her mouth opened wide showing her teeth, the top row was jagged from when she broke her teeth on the bathroom floor. She bit into my testicles. The pain shot through my body, I stiffened, panicked and fought against the steel walls of the box. Brianna growled as she ferociously jerked her head from left to right, tearing my scrotum open and crushing my testicle between her teeth. I screamed out, “Please, please Lavinia. LET ME OUT!” Brianna’s face drifted into nothingness like a smoke ring. I felt for my balls. They were still intact. Lavinia’s voice said, “What did I tell you about the groveling. Do you think that I would give my love to a lowly, groveling coward? I was wrong about you. I thought your devotion meant something. I truly believed that I was special to you. But you’re just a lowly piss-drinking, groveling, cowardly parasite who would be more than happy to lick shit off the boots of any bitch who will allow it. Isn’t that true?”
I screamed out, “NO!” Tears streamed from my eyes.
“You’re crying? You are one sorry fucking excuse for a man. You’ve been in the box for less than ten minutes and you’ve already been reduced to trembling, weeping child. I’m disappointed in you. But mostly, I’m disappointed in myself for misjudging you. I’m going to leave you in that box.”
I yelled, “No, please Lavinia. NO!”
She interrupted, “You will die of starvation. That’s a fitting death for a disloyal, piss-drinking coward. When you’re dead. I’ll take your emaciated body and turn you into the walking dead like I did Brianna. You will be much more useful to me. Good-bye Clarence.”
“No, I’ll do anything, please let me out. Give me a quick death, please.”
“A quick death? That is something I only offer to those I respect or pity. How could I possibly respect you. You’ve seen the torture I’ve endured. I never gave in or begged for anything. You’re not worthy of me.”
“I was there with you when nobody else was…”
“You’re the fool I chose to take advantage of in my time of need. I needed service, you were the only piss-drinker available.”
“I don’t drink piss!”
“I know. You would find it too degrading. However, if you want to get out of that box, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” The closet door opened, light shot through the air holes like knives penetrating my eyes. I squeezed them shut. “”Open your eyes.” I cracked my eyes open, all I could see was a white blur blending into the black that surrounded me. “Do you see the straw? Lean forward and drink. Drink and I will let you out.”
I shook my head sobbing. The straw was pulled out of the hole. I heard the sound of fluid being poured over the top of the box. Urine streamed from the air holes above onto my flesh. The door slammed shut. All was dark once again. Lavinia’s voice said, “Fine. Starve to death you fucking coward. You can think about me playing with my clit as I revel in your suffering.”
As sat crouched and shivering, sweat and piss dripping from my naked body, my mind became fixated on the image of Lavinia sitting in her chair, creamy thighs parted, her gown pulled up around her waist; playing with her clit and fingering her tight, wet pussy. I remembered the night in the basement when she pretended to be Selene, I remembered the sweet taste of her juices as she rubbed her wet pussy against my lips and tongue. I thought about the first time I pushed my cock inside her. A deep, hopeless sort of anguished loneliness fell over my heart. I loved her, she was all that wanted and wished for. She no longer loved me.
I couldn’t tell how long I was in the box; if it was hours, days or minutes. After awhile, I could no longer tell where my body ended and the darkness of the steel box began. The closet door opened. I squeezed my eyes shut. There was the sound of keys, the lock, steel banging against steel. The lid was opened. I tried to look up. All I could see was light and two shadows standing above me. The shadows pulled me out of the box and dropped me on the floor. I tried to stretch out but my muscles all remained cramped. It felt like thousands of red-hot needles had been inserted into my legs, arms, neck and back. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw Damijana and Sally standing over me. They both held long, thick leather straps. Since I still couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there helpless and vulnerable as the blows rained down on my naked body. The sound of the leather striking my skin was fast and ferocious. “SCHWAP! SCWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!“ They beat me from head to toe with the straps. I saw blood on the floor and wondered if it was from the lashing alone or if the lashing had opened up wounds still trying to heal.
The blows stopped. I laid on my side breathing heavily, relieved to be out of the box despite the beating. Sally pushed me over on my back with her boot. Damijana sat on my chest, pinning my arms down with her knees. I felt the heat of her pussy through her skirt. I could smell her, she was aroused. Sally laughed and said, “Damijana, his dick is getting hard.”
Damijana looked me in the face with cold, merciless eyes. She held a 1 liter bottle filled with yellow liquid in her right hand. Sally dropped to her knees behind my head, she held my forehead with one hand and pinched my nostrils shut with the other. I held my breath for as long as I could. Damijana watched me and smiled. When I opened my mouth to gasp for air, she filled my mouth piss, then she held my mouth closed forcing me to swallow. When they let go of me, I rolled on my side coughing and choking. Snot and urine dripped from my nose, the piss burned my nostrils making my eyes water. Damijana dumped the remainder of the bottle on my head. Black Sally slammed her boot into my balls. As I laid there clutching my genitals, Damijana kicked me in the face. They then walked out the room laughing. I heard Sally say, “Fucking faggot!”
Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t lay there too long. Get up, go wash yourself, get dressed and come to my office.”
I didn’t move. I just laid there bleeding. “GET UP! You’re not in the box starving to death are you? I realize that was a very painful and frightening experience for you. It was necessary for the sake of your development and it was necessary to keep peace in this house. Clarence, right now I love you just as much, if not more, than I loved you before. And I really do love you Clarence. You have proven yourself to me on many occasions. If you really were just a piss-drinking, groveling parasite; you never would have felt what it’s like to be inside me, you never would have felt what it’s like to be loved by me and you definitely wouldn’t be alive. You haven’t suffered anything that is even remotely close to the pain I’ve endured, and that’s not counting the night I was crippled. Now you, Clarence, get your ass up and go clean up.”
Slowly and with excruciating pain, I rolled on my stomach, pushed myself up to my knees and rose to my feet. The pain of standing was as intense as the pain I felt when Lavinia burnt me with the iron. I took a long, deep breath. Lavinia’s voice said, “Very good Clarence. I’m proud of you.”
Every joint in my body ached, my muscles began to cramp. My breathing was fast and shallow. I felt something brush against my foot. It felt like furry fingertips were tickling my ankle. I couldn’t breathe. In my mind, I saw the image of a large, hairy spider with a swollen red body the size of a lemon. I felt it brush against the naked flesh of my inner-thigh. Terror confined my existence to the moment, I could see nothing beyond the complete darkness that surrounded me. It was as if I had no past or future, just a hellish present that would stretch on throughout eternity.
My body became soaked with sweat as I yelled and futilely rocked back and forth, a half-inch to each side. I managed to pull my arms up over my knees and bring them between my legs. I felt the spider crawl over my genitals. I could only move my hands from the wrists, I slapped at the spider with one hand hoping to crush it. The spider scurried over my penis and up my stomach. It felt like someone was violently shaking the box, I could hear it slamming against the closet walls. I realized that it was me shaking the box as my body convulsed in fear. The spider crawled up to my neck, I felt it’s fangs sink into to the soft flesh under my ear, it felt like two nails being driven into my neck. With limited movement, I could only slap at the spider with fingertips. It latched on to my hand and bit into my middle finger. My face was pulled back, teeth-bared as I bellowed like beast and crushed the spider between my hands.
Lavinia’s voice whispered, “You were locked in a closet when you were young. You remember. You pounded on the closet door screaming because you were afraid of the dark. You always had the feeling that you weren’t alone in that closet. That feeling terrified you more than the people who locked you inside. Do you remember that time you felt a hand emerge from between the coats and grab your shoulder? You beat on the door until your fists bled, crying and pleading for them to let you out. Did you just have an overactive imagination? Or was there a really some sort malicious spirit in that closet with you? You know how sometimes you would be in the house alone, step into the hall and catch a glimpse out of someone the corner of your eye? You knew you saw someone, but when you checked nobody was there. Have you ever thought that maybe an evil spirit has been stalking you since those days spent in the closet?”
My teeth clattered as I sat cramped and shivering. I clenched my mouth shut to keep my teeth from knocking together. Lavinia’s voice whispered, “Stare into the darkness, tell me what you see.” With head lowered, eyes toward the bottom of the box, I stared into the black between my legs. Moments later a face began to form, it was the pale, eyeless, dead face of Brianna. Her mouth opened wide showing her teeth, the top row was jagged from when she broke her teeth on the bathroom floor. She bit into my testicles. The pain shot through my body, I stiffened, panicked and fought against the steel walls of the box. Brianna growled as she ferociously jerked her head from left to right, tearing my scrotum open and crushing my testicle between her teeth. I screamed out, “Please, please Lavinia. LET ME OUT!” Brianna’s face drifted into nothingness like a smoke ring. I felt for my balls. They were still intact. Lavinia’s voice said, “What did I tell you about the groveling. Do you think that I would give my love to a lowly, groveling coward? I was wrong about you. I thought your devotion meant something. I truly believed that I was special to you. But you’re just a lowly piss-drinking, groveling, cowardly parasite who would be more than happy to lick shit off the boots of any bitch who will allow it. Isn’t that true?”
I screamed out, “NO!” Tears streamed from my eyes.
“You’re crying? You are one sorry fucking excuse for a man. You’ve been in the box for less than ten minutes and you’ve already been reduced to trembling, weeping child. I’m disappointed in you. But mostly, I’m disappointed in myself for misjudging you. I’m going to leave you in that box.”
I yelled, “No, please Lavinia. NO!”
She interrupted, “You will die of starvation. That’s a fitting death for a disloyal, piss-drinking coward. When you’re dead. I’ll take your emaciated body and turn you into the walking dead like I did Brianna. You will be much more useful to me. Good-bye Clarence.”
“No, I’ll do anything, please let me out. Give me a quick death, please.”
“A quick death? That is something I only offer to those I respect or pity. How could I possibly respect you. You’ve seen the torture I’ve endured. I never gave in or begged for anything. You’re not worthy of me.”
“I was there with you when nobody else was…”
“You’re the fool I chose to take advantage of in my time of need. I needed service, you were the only piss-drinker available.”
“I don’t drink piss!”
“I know. You would find it too degrading. However, if you want to get out of that box, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” The closet door opened, light shot through the air holes like knives penetrating my eyes. I squeezed them shut. “”Open your eyes.” I cracked my eyes open, all I could see was a white blur blending into the black that surrounded me. “Do you see the straw? Lean forward and drink. Drink and I will let you out.”
I shook my head sobbing. The straw was pulled out of the hole. I heard the sound of fluid being poured over the top of the box. Urine streamed from the air holes above onto my flesh. The door slammed shut. All was dark once again. Lavinia’s voice said, “Fine. Starve to death you fucking coward. You can think about me playing with my clit as I revel in your suffering.”
As sat crouched and shivering, sweat and piss dripping from my naked body, my mind became fixated on the image of Lavinia sitting in her chair, creamy thighs parted, her gown pulled up around her waist; playing with her clit and fingering her tight, wet pussy. I remembered the night in the basement when she pretended to be Selene, I remembered the sweet taste of her juices as she rubbed her wet pussy against my lips and tongue. I thought about the first time I pushed my cock inside her. A deep, hopeless sort of anguished loneliness fell over my heart. I loved her, she was all that wanted and wished for. She no longer loved me.
I couldn’t tell how long I was in the box; if it was hours, days or minutes. After awhile, I could no longer tell where my body ended and the darkness of the steel box began. The closet door opened. I squeezed my eyes shut. There was the sound of keys, the lock, steel banging against steel. The lid was opened. I tried to look up. All I could see was light and two shadows standing above me. The shadows pulled me out of the box and dropped me on the floor. I tried to stretch out but my muscles all remained cramped. It felt like thousands of red-hot needles had been inserted into my legs, arms, neck and back. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw Damijana and Sally standing over me. They both held long, thick leather straps. Since I still couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there helpless and vulnerable as the blows rained down on my naked body. The sound of the leather striking my skin was fast and ferocious. “SCHWAP! SCWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!“ They beat me from head to toe with the straps. I saw blood on the floor and wondered if it was from the lashing alone or if the lashing had opened up wounds still trying to heal.
The blows stopped. I laid on my side breathing heavily, relieved to be out of the box despite the beating. Sally pushed me over on my back with her boot. Damijana sat on my chest, pinning my arms down with her knees. I felt the heat of her pussy through her skirt. I could smell her, she was aroused. Sally laughed and said, “Damijana, his dick is getting hard.”
Damijana looked me in the face with cold, merciless eyes. She held a 1 liter bottle filled with yellow liquid in her right hand. Sally dropped to her knees behind my head, she held my forehead with one hand and pinched my nostrils shut with the other. I held my breath for as long as I could. Damijana watched me and smiled. When I opened my mouth to gasp for air, she filled my mouth piss, then she held my mouth closed forcing me to swallow. When they let go of me, I rolled on my side coughing and choking. Snot and urine dripped from my nose, the piss burned my nostrils making my eyes water. Damijana dumped the remainder of the bottle on my head. Black Sally slammed her boot into my balls. As I laid there clutching my genitals, Damijana kicked me in the face. They then walked out the room laughing. I heard Sally say, “Fucking faggot!”
Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t lay there too long. Get up, go wash yourself, get dressed and come to my office.”
I didn’t move. I just laid there bleeding. “GET UP! You’re not in the box starving to death are you? I realize that was a very painful and frightening experience for you. It was necessary for the sake of your development and it was necessary to keep peace in this house. Clarence, right now I love you just as much, if not more, than I loved you before. And I really do love you Clarence. You have proven yourself to me on many occasions. If you really were just a piss-drinking, groveling parasite; you never would have felt what it’s like to be inside me, you never would have felt what it’s like to be loved by me and you definitely wouldn’t be alive. You haven’t suffered anything that is even remotely close to the pain I’ve endured, and that’s not counting the night I was crippled. Now you, Clarence, get your ass up and go clean up.”
Slowly and with excruciating pain, I rolled on my stomach, pushed myself up to my knees and rose to my feet. The pain of standing was as intense as the pain I felt when Lavinia burnt me with the iron. I took a long, deep breath. Lavinia’s voice said, “Very good Clarence. I’m proud of you.”
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Kali's Altar 11
Alfred’s old room had four steel loops bolted into the wall to accommodate ropes or cuffs. That was where Brianna stood with her wrists and ankles tied to the loops. Black Sally lit a cigarette, looked Brianna in eyes and said, “You were planning to betray us.”
Brianna shook her head and started to cry. Sally grabbed her chin, slammed her head against the wall and burned Brianna's face with her cigarette. Brianna screamed, jerked around and struggled to free hear hands. She flung her head back and forth sobbing “NOOO!!!! NOOO!!!!”
Sally slapped me on the back, “Let’s go get dinner.”
On the way down the stairs I focused on her and thought, “People have random thoughts. There shouldn’t be a death sentence for it.”
Her voice said, “Brianna didn’t just have a random thought. She had a plan. Plus she’s too fucking stupid to sit at the table.”
“She lost touch with reality. I would imagine you’ve seen that a lot.”
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Sally replied, “I see it more now.”
“You said you were born in this house. Were your parents at the table.”
“No Clarence. Dolores brought my mother here when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother was sacrificed, I was cut from her womb. Dolores always called me her ‘miracle baby‘.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I spent the first 15 years of my life on this property. By the time I found out that there was a world out there beyond these walls; this had already become the only world I was conditioned to exist in. What am I gonna do? Go get a job at the fucking mall? Get a nice boyfriend? How do I tell him that I can’t take him home to meet my family because they’ll torture him and eat him?”
“No, something else must keep you here?”
“Think about how close to me you feel right now. We are communicating with our thoughts. The more we communicate with each other, the deeper we will see into each other’s souls. You can’t get that kind of intimacy out there, it’s all superficial communication. You cannot hide who you are here. I can look right inside you and into your heart, your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, your pain. You could interact with someone for 40 years out there and they wouldn’t know you as well as I do after just a few days. This house, the way we live; this is who I am, this is what I believe in.”
“The Goddess?”
“Clarence, who are you to speak of Goddesses? We are already children of the Goddess. We make our sacrifices, She strengthens and protects us. I don’t have to believe, I know She’s there. Beyond that, I don’t open random doors looking for Fate or Mystery. The Goddess has laid out a Line for you to walk. It’s right there front of you, She even provided you with a Lamp to light your way. But the thousand voices of Malice and Deception will try to lead away from your Path. If that happens you will find Destruction and Nothingness. No more.”
“Is She the Devil?”
“No. I just told you that She has placed you on the Path to Life. What don’t you understand? She gives you life, She takes away your life, She gives you life again. As Her children on this earth we give life and take life. But we’re imperfect. We can’t give life again.”
“What would it mean if somebody could do that?”
“Give life again? That’s called an abomination.”
“Lavinia killed me and resuscitated me, does that make me an abomination?”
“Let’s not get into this Clarence. Maybe she just gave you mouth to mouth. Maybe she just mind-fucked you and made you believe that you died. Lavinia is….Shit!”
“What?”
“I know why Octavia’s here. Dolores used to say that The Old Woman could bring people back from the dead.”
“You’re not being serious. Please tell me you’re not being serious. I don’t know much more of this shit I can take.”
“Calm yourself down Clarence.”
“No. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“It would be too much for any of us to handle Clarence. Let’s just hope that’s not the case.”
“Wait a minute! Tell me about the person that picks up the body parts.”
“That’s a different issue all together Clarence. Dolores made him.”
“Made what? An abomination? Let me just get this straight. What you’re talking about is a person who was dead, Dolores brought him back to life and now he eats human bodies. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Clarence, you need calm down. I have some pills upstairs if you need some.”
“I don’t want any pills Sally. Let’s just go to dinner.“ I turned and walked to the dining room. There was no other response I could make. The house was taking its toll on me. I thought about Brianna and how she lost touch with reality. I wasn’t just losing touch with reality, I was realizing that I didn’t know what ‘reality’ was and never did. I was beginning to wonder if ‘reality’ even existed.
I sat down at the table and quietly ate. Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “Questions, questions, always questions with you. Ask Octavia about the old man with the glass eye, the one she used to see when she was little.”
I looked at Octavia and asked out loud, “Do you remember the old man with the glass eye?” She instantly went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She looked at me with wide-eyes and said, “Yes.” She seemed like she was having hard time sitting still in her seat. I said, “Well, tell me about him.”
She looked down at the table and began to speak, “When I was a little girl, there was this scary old man who lived in a shack out in the woods behind my Grandmother’s house. He had a blue glass eye. It looked like someone had just shoved a big blue marble in his head and called it an eye. He walked all hunched over, he never bathed and he never changed his clothes. You could smell him coming from a mile away. It smelled like a dead animal, but a hundred times worse. Whenever I saw him, he would have all this drool coming out his mouth, sometimes he would have a big circle of some kind of nasty pink foam all over his lips. My Grandmother used to tell me to stay away from him. She wouldn’t tell me why. My uncle said the man was dead. But I didn’t know what he meant. One day I was out by the barn and the old man came out the bushes. He looked at me like he was going to hurt me, hurt me bad. I couldn’t move, I just froze. He came up and grabbed me and started dragging me toward the woods. I screamed. My Uncle came running with an axe and he chopped the man up right in front of me. He just kept hacking at him. Later, he said you have chop ‘em up to kill ‘em.” Tears ran down her face, she bit her lip and stared at the table.
Black Sally sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The Gothic Girl said, “Thank you for sharing that with us Octavia. You’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you? Did your Grandmother have anything to say about the thing she was keeping after it tried to eat you?”
“She wasn’t keeping it. It was on its own.”
“She made it Octavia. Your Grandmother was one of a few people on this continent who could still do that. How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“I remember everything after I was seven, I don’t remember anything before that.”
The Gothic Girl and Black Sally shot each other a serious look. Black Sally said, “Alright story time is over. We’re all meeting in Lavinia’s room tonight. Octavia, Lilith, you two will be in attendance this time. I believe that Lavinia has something special planned for you two this evening.”
Brianna shook her head and started to cry. Sally grabbed her chin, slammed her head against the wall and burned Brianna's face with her cigarette. Brianna screamed, jerked around and struggled to free hear hands. She flung her head back and forth sobbing “NOOO!!!! NOOO!!!!”
Sally slapped me on the back, “Let’s go get dinner.”
On the way down the stairs I focused on her and thought, “People have random thoughts. There shouldn’t be a death sentence for it.”
Her voice said, “Brianna didn’t just have a random thought. She had a plan. Plus she’s too fucking stupid to sit at the table.”
“She lost touch with reality. I would imagine you’ve seen that a lot.”
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Sally replied, “I see it more now.”
“You said you were born in this house. Were your parents at the table.”
“No Clarence. Dolores brought my mother here when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother was sacrificed, I was cut from her womb. Dolores always called me her ‘miracle baby‘.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I spent the first 15 years of my life on this property. By the time I found out that there was a world out there beyond these walls; this had already become the only world I was conditioned to exist in. What am I gonna do? Go get a job at the fucking mall? Get a nice boyfriend? How do I tell him that I can’t take him home to meet my family because they’ll torture him and eat him?”
“No, something else must keep you here?”
“Think about how close to me you feel right now. We are communicating with our thoughts. The more we communicate with each other, the deeper we will see into each other’s souls. You can’t get that kind of intimacy out there, it’s all superficial communication. You cannot hide who you are here. I can look right inside you and into your heart, your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, your pain. You could interact with someone for 40 years out there and they wouldn’t know you as well as I do after just a few days. This house, the way we live; this is who I am, this is what I believe in.”
“The Goddess?”
“Clarence, who are you to speak of Goddesses? We are already children of the Goddess. We make our sacrifices, She strengthens and protects us. I don’t have to believe, I know She’s there. Beyond that, I don’t open random doors looking for Fate or Mystery. The Goddess has laid out a Line for you to walk. It’s right there front of you, She even provided you with a Lamp to light your way. But the thousand voices of Malice and Deception will try to lead away from your Path. If that happens you will find Destruction and Nothingness. No more.”
“Is She the Devil?”
“No. I just told you that She has placed you on the Path to Life. What don’t you understand? She gives you life, She takes away your life, She gives you life again. As Her children on this earth we give life and take life. But we’re imperfect. We can’t give life again.”
“What would it mean if somebody could do that?”
“Give life again? That’s called an abomination.”
“Lavinia killed me and resuscitated me, does that make me an abomination?”
“Let’s not get into this Clarence. Maybe she just gave you mouth to mouth. Maybe she just mind-fucked you and made you believe that you died. Lavinia is….Shit!”
“What?”
“I know why Octavia’s here. Dolores used to say that The Old Woman could bring people back from the dead.”
“You’re not being serious. Please tell me you’re not being serious. I don’t know much more of this shit I can take.”
“Calm yourself down Clarence.”
“No. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“It would be too much for any of us to handle Clarence. Let’s just hope that’s not the case.”
“Wait a minute! Tell me about the person that picks up the body parts.”
“That’s a different issue all together Clarence. Dolores made him.”
“Made what? An abomination? Let me just get this straight. What you’re talking about is a person who was dead, Dolores brought him back to life and now he eats human bodies. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Clarence, you need calm down. I have some pills upstairs if you need some.”
“I don’t want any pills Sally. Let’s just go to dinner.“ I turned and walked to the dining room. There was no other response I could make. The house was taking its toll on me. I thought about Brianna and how she lost touch with reality. I wasn’t just losing touch with reality, I was realizing that I didn’t know what ‘reality’ was and never did. I was beginning to wonder if ‘reality’ even existed.
I sat down at the table and quietly ate. Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “Questions, questions, always questions with you. Ask Octavia about the old man with the glass eye, the one she used to see when she was little.”
I looked at Octavia and asked out loud, “Do you remember the old man with the glass eye?” She instantly went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She looked at me with wide-eyes and said, “Yes.” She seemed like she was having hard time sitting still in her seat. I said, “Well, tell me about him.”
She looked down at the table and began to speak, “When I was a little girl, there was this scary old man who lived in a shack out in the woods behind my Grandmother’s house. He had a blue glass eye. It looked like someone had just shoved a big blue marble in his head and called it an eye. He walked all hunched over, he never bathed and he never changed his clothes. You could smell him coming from a mile away. It smelled like a dead animal, but a hundred times worse. Whenever I saw him, he would have all this drool coming out his mouth, sometimes he would have a big circle of some kind of nasty pink foam all over his lips. My Grandmother used to tell me to stay away from him. She wouldn’t tell me why. My uncle said the man was dead. But I didn’t know what he meant. One day I was out by the barn and the old man came out the bushes. He looked at me like he was going to hurt me, hurt me bad. I couldn’t move, I just froze. He came up and grabbed me and started dragging me toward the woods. I screamed. My Uncle came running with an axe and he chopped the man up right in front of me. He just kept hacking at him. Later, he said you have chop ‘em up to kill ‘em.” Tears ran down her face, she bit her lip and stared at the table.
Black Sally sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The Gothic Girl said, “Thank you for sharing that with us Octavia. You’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you? Did your Grandmother have anything to say about the thing she was keeping after it tried to eat you?”
“She wasn’t keeping it. It was on its own.”
“She made it Octavia. Your Grandmother was one of a few people on this continent who could still do that. How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“I remember everything after I was seven, I don’t remember anything before that.”
The Gothic Girl and Black Sally shot each other a serious look. Black Sally said, “Alright story time is over. We’re all meeting in Lavinia’s room tonight. Octavia, Lilith, you two will be in attendance this time. I believe that Lavinia has something special planned for you two this evening.”
Kali's Altar 10
I heard voices coming from the den as I walked down the hall. When I looked in, I saw Brianna sitting with Lillith and Octavia. Brianna spoke with an air of authority. When she noticed me she said, “Clarence, come in. I’m telling the newbies what will be expected of them.” I entered the room and sat down. Lilith looked straight ahead, Octavia stared at the floor. I heard Brianna’s voice in my mind, “We’re gonna run these bitches Clarence.” She stood up and ordered the women to get on their knees.
Lilith and Octavia both kneeled on the floor. I focused on Brianna and thought, “This isn’t a good idea.”
Brianna’s voice said, “We’ve got enough pussy in this house already Clarence. Lavinia wants daily realization and strengthening exercises.”
“We’ve already had our daily exercises.”
“What the fuck is going on with you? You sure the fuck weren’t like this last night in the bathroom.”
“You don’t make chairs fly through air when you get hurt. If you traumatize Octavia too much in one…”
“Oh get the fuck out of here. You’re not gonna give her special treatment because she’s Black. I believe she is here to realize her power. You won’t help her by going easy on her. You took my eye, my nipples, you tore off my clit with a fucking pair of pliers. I want to see them treated the same way.”
Octavia and Lilith looked around nervously, wondering what all the silence was about. I thought, “If she can flip tables, burn out lights and throw chairs, she can probably make your heart stop beating. Have you thought about that? For all you know, that woman could have the ability to make you burst into flames. She’s from the rural South, her Grandmother was a feared telepathic. You can do what you want, but I’m not fucking with her until I know what she can do.”
“Do you think she knows all that Voodoo shit?”
“What does it matter? She doesn’t need Voodoo to kill you, she can use her mind.”
“We can’t just let her off. She has to suffer like everybody else.”
I focused on Lavinia. I saw her image in my mind. She was sitting behind her desk wearing her black and red mask with her blood-red gown. Her voice said, “Why are you disturbing me?”
“What do you want done with Octavia and Lilith?”
“Damijana has plans for them. Have Brianna get us another sacrifice.”
I told Octavia and Lilith to stand up and leave. Brianna spoke out loud, “What the fuck?”
I spoke with my mouth, “Never mind fucking around with those two. We need another sacrifice.”
“Another one? She still has one in her cage.”
“The one in the cage is her business. She wants another sacrifice.”
“Is the one in the cage ‘her business’ or is it soon to be ‘your business’? I know you can’t wait to get your hands on that woman.”
“Do you know another easy mark or not?”
“Maybe. I haven’t seen any phones here.”
I focused on Black Sally, “We need a phone and a ride to get another sacrifice.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “I’ll be down there in about 20 minutes.”
The ease of communication was both titillating and frightening. A strong telepathic, like Lavinia, just had to look at a person once and she could break into their thoughts. The common ones could only communicate with others who had the ability, and they could usually only focus on one person at a time. Lavinia was able to communicate with multiple people simultaneously. She could get into another person’s head and see what they see, hear what they hear and feel what they feel. It was as if the ability was specifically designed for groups of human’s who hunt other humans.
I spoke out loud to Brianna, “Sally will take us in about 20 minutes. The police will eventually come looking for you if too many of your clients come up missing. You need to be careful who you select.”
The words that came out of Brianna’s mouth were: “I already thought about that. I figure we can get away with three or four more. I’ll pick the ones who won’t be missed.”
However, her thoughts said, “POLICE! I’ll find a way to get to the police.”
I said out loud, “You’ve made yourself into an asset. You can bring in the meat and that’s what is most important. maybe the skills you acquired in your previous line of work will push you to the top in this house.”
“I know how to survive in a situation like this. Damijana and Sally can play their little games all they want. Their jealous of me. I‘m what they pretend to be.”
“No Brianna. I won’t play along with that. You spent your life pretending to have the power and freedom that they possess. Now that you are on the verge of actually having that power and freedom, your falling back on your superficial ’pretender’ self. If you had allowed your heart to speak, and listened to it, your true self probably would have led you through this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Clarence?”
“Your ’pretender’ self got you killed. A person can’t properly assess their situation if they are in a state of denial. You refuse to see the reality of your situation.”
Her chest began to heave and all the color left her face. I focused on her and thought, “POLICE!”
Her mind said, “I need to get to the police! No…no…that’s not what I’m thinking. I would never do that. Someone else put that thought in my head. I am loyal to this family.”
I smiled and said out loud, “You were dead the moment the thought came into your mind.”
She feinted, collapsing to the floor. Black Sally entered the room. Her voice said, “She started planning to contact the cops last night. Her plan was to call them the next time we took her out, and have them there when we picked up the sacrifice.”
“What do you want to do with her?”
“We’re going to carry her upstairs to Lavinia’s office. Since we don’t want anyone entertaining those kinds of ideas again, Brianna will spend a long time wishing she was dead. How did you knock her out?”
“I didn’t, she just collapsed.”
“Lavinia put her to sleep. She didn’t used to be able to do that.”
We carried Brianna to the Matriarch’s office. She sat behind her desk wearing a black and red mask. She wore her blood-red gown, just like I’d seen her in the vision. We laid Brianna on the floor. Lavinia’s voice said, “This is what happens when you let a domesticated animal out in the wild. They apply the only rules they’ve ever known, the rules of domestic life, to a world where those rules do not apply.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “Then they get their stupid asses killed.”
“She won’t be dying anytime soon,” Lavinia’s voice said. “Brianna may even live longer than Alfred did. In fact, tie her to the wall in Alfred’s old room. For the first three or four years, I’ll let her keep her legs. But her arms are coming off tonight.”
Lilith and Octavia both kneeled on the floor. I focused on Brianna and thought, “This isn’t a good idea.”
Brianna’s voice said, “We’ve got enough pussy in this house already Clarence. Lavinia wants daily realization and strengthening exercises.”
“We’ve already had our daily exercises.”
“What the fuck is going on with you? You sure the fuck weren’t like this last night in the bathroom.”
“You don’t make chairs fly through air when you get hurt. If you traumatize Octavia too much in one…”
“Oh get the fuck out of here. You’re not gonna give her special treatment because she’s Black. I believe she is here to realize her power. You won’t help her by going easy on her. You took my eye, my nipples, you tore off my clit with a fucking pair of pliers. I want to see them treated the same way.”
Octavia and Lilith looked around nervously, wondering what all the silence was about. I thought, “If she can flip tables, burn out lights and throw chairs, she can probably make your heart stop beating. Have you thought about that? For all you know, that woman could have the ability to make you burst into flames. She’s from the rural South, her Grandmother was a feared telepathic. You can do what you want, but I’m not fucking with her until I know what she can do.”
“Do you think she knows all that Voodoo shit?”
“What does it matter? She doesn’t need Voodoo to kill you, she can use her mind.”
“We can’t just let her off. She has to suffer like everybody else.”
I focused on Lavinia. I saw her image in my mind. She was sitting behind her desk wearing her black and red mask with her blood-red gown. Her voice said, “Why are you disturbing me?”
“What do you want done with Octavia and Lilith?”
“Damijana has plans for them. Have Brianna get us another sacrifice.”
I told Octavia and Lilith to stand up and leave. Brianna spoke out loud, “What the fuck?”
I spoke with my mouth, “Never mind fucking around with those two. We need another sacrifice.”
“Another one? She still has one in her cage.”
“The one in the cage is her business. She wants another sacrifice.”
“Is the one in the cage ‘her business’ or is it soon to be ‘your business’? I know you can’t wait to get your hands on that woman.”
“Do you know another easy mark or not?”
“Maybe. I haven’t seen any phones here.”
I focused on Black Sally, “We need a phone and a ride to get another sacrifice.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “I’ll be down there in about 20 minutes.”
The ease of communication was both titillating and frightening. A strong telepathic, like Lavinia, just had to look at a person once and she could break into their thoughts. The common ones could only communicate with others who had the ability, and they could usually only focus on one person at a time. Lavinia was able to communicate with multiple people simultaneously. She could get into another person’s head and see what they see, hear what they hear and feel what they feel. It was as if the ability was specifically designed for groups of human’s who hunt other humans.
I spoke out loud to Brianna, “Sally will take us in about 20 minutes. The police will eventually come looking for you if too many of your clients come up missing. You need to be careful who you select.”
The words that came out of Brianna’s mouth were: “I already thought about that. I figure we can get away with three or four more. I’ll pick the ones who won’t be missed.”
However, her thoughts said, “POLICE! I’ll find a way to get to the police.”
I said out loud, “You’ve made yourself into an asset. You can bring in the meat and that’s what is most important. maybe the skills you acquired in your previous line of work will push you to the top in this house.”
“I know how to survive in a situation like this. Damijana and Sally can play their little games all they want. Their jealous of me. I‘m what they pretend to be.”
“No Brianna. I won’t play along with that. You spent your life pretending to have the power and freedom that they possess. Now that you are on the verge of actually having that power and freedom, your falling back on your superficial ’pretender’ self. If you had allowed your heart to speak, and listened to it, your true self probably would have led you through this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Clarence?”
“Your ’pretender’ self got you killed. A person can’t properly assess their situation if they are in a state of denial. You refuse to see the reality of your situation.”
Her chest began to heave and all the color left her face. I focused on her and thought, “POLICE!”
Her mind said, “I need to get to the police! No…no…that’s not what I’m thinking. I would never do that. Someone else put that thought in my head. I am loyal to this family.”
I smiled and said out loud, “You were dead the moment the thought came into your mind.”
She feinted, collapsing to the floor. Black Sally entered the room. Her voice said, “She started planning to contact the cops last night. Her plan was to call them the next time we took her out, and have them there when we picked up the sacrifice.”
“What do you want to do with her?”
“We’re going to carry her upstairs to Lavinia’s office. Since we don’t want anyone entertaining those kinds of ideas again, Brianna will spend a long time wishing she was dead. How did you knock her out?”
“I didn’t, she just collapsed.”
“Lavinia put her to sleep. She didn’t used to be able to do that.”
We carried Brianna to the Matriarch’s office. She sat behind her desk wearing a black and red mask. She wore her blood-red gown, just like I’d seen her in the vision. We laid Brianna on the floor. Lavinia’s voice said, “This is what happens when you let a domesticated animal out in the wild. They apply the only rules they’ve ever known, the rules of domestic life, to a world where those rules do not apply.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “Then they get their stupid asses killed.”
“She won’t be dying anytime soon,” Lavinia’s voice said. “Brianna may even live longer than Alfred did. In fact, tie her to the wall in Alfred’s old room. For the first three or four years, I’ll let her keep her legs. But her arms are coming off tonight.”
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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