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Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 9
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 6
We pulled away from the red-brick building, leaving the disgraced, burned, beaten and brutalized Fallen Angel tied to the toilet, her face in the bowl. Before we left, the twins cleaned out the safe and took a sawed-off shotgun they found hidden under the bar.
When we got back to the house, a black SUV was parked in the drive-way. Four people stood at the front door. Their faces turned to The Duchess’ black Lincoln as we pulled into the driveway. A heavy-set woman with long brown hair came charging toward us as we stepped out the car. She was in her 40’s, wearing a blue blouse and black slacks. She yelled at The Duchess, “Where’s Theresa? Where’s Chris?” A white-haired man in jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather vest followed close behind her.
The woman yelled again, “Where’s Theresa? She was supposed to meet me here an hour ago?”
The Duchess answered, “I don’t know where Theresa is. I haven’t seen her since this morning.” The other two people in the party, two women, joined their friends. The older of the two women had dark hair and looked like a middle-aged Italian man. She wore the same attire as the man. The younger woman wore her raven black hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a black blouse and black skirt with black boots.
The aggressive woman in the blue blouse asked, “How come she won’t answer her phone? I can’t reach her or Chris.”
The Duchess replied, “I don’t know what to tell you. I’m just her housemate. When I see her, I’ll tell her you stopped by.”
“BULLSHIT! I want to know where she is right now! There is something going on here and we’re not leaving until we get to the bottom of it.”
The Duchess shrugged her shoulders and shut her car door, “If you say so. Let’s go inside. Maybe I can find a number where she can be reached. She said that she was considering visiting her sister. Have you called her?”
The woman frowned, rolled her eyes and shot The Duchess a look of envious contempt, “No. I don’t have her sister’s number. If I did, you would think that I already would have already called her. Wouldn‘t you?”
The Duchess smiled and looked at each member of the group, “Well, let’s go see if we can find that number.” The four people followed us into house and to a large den. The Duchess said, “You all are welcome to sit down while I go look for the number. I’ll have Clarence start some coffee. Three of the four said, “Thank you,” and sat down. The woman in the blue blouse remained on her feet, “I’m going to go look around. Maybe she left a note.” The woman then barged past The Duchess and stormed out the room. The older man smiled at The Duchess and said, “She’s just worried about Theresa. She means no harm.”
The woman in the vest eyed The Duchess cautiously. The woman looked like she had seen much and didn’t scare easily. I could tell that something about The Duchess scared her. She put her arm around the younger woman with the pony tail and whispered something in her ear. The younger woman nodded her head and silently stared at the floor.
The Duchess asked, “So, does anybody want coffee?”
The older man shook his head. The woman in the vest looked at The Duchess and graciously replied, “We’re fine, but thank you for offering. I appreciate your hospitality.” The Duchess smiled and sat down next to her. I heard the front door open and footsteps coming down the hallway. Antigone and the twins entered the room. I watched the woman in the vest. I saw her chest rise as she took a deep breath. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
The older man stood up, “Well, let me go see if I can find Cecile.”
The Duchess commanded, “No. Sit the fuck back down.”
The man gave The Duchess a look of confused amusement, “Excuse me, I don’t think you…”
The woman in the vest snapped, “JOHN! SIT DOWN!” John stared his friend in the face for a long, awkward moment, then he quietly took his seat. Cecile could be heard upstairs slamming doors, then I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. Antigone stood by the entrance to the den. One of the twins walked over to the window and closed the curtains. The other twin pulled a pistol from her pants and sat down across from John.
Cecile came back in the room. She looked at Antigone and the twins, then walked to the center of the room and stood in front of The Duchess, “I don’t know what’s going on here. But something is wrong, I can feel it. Either you tell me where my friend is…”
The woman in the vest interjected, “Cecile stop! This lady is just Theresa’s housemate. Maybe she doesn’t know where she is.”
Cecile shook her, “No, this LITTLE GIRL knows exactly where Theresa is.” She looked The Duchess in the eyes and crossed her arms over her breasts, “Now, you are either going to stop playing games and tell me where Theresa is, or your little ass is about to have a problem.” Cecile raised her eyebrows and nodded her head for emphasis.
The woman in the vest turned toward The Duchess, “She doesn’t speak for me or my girl. Cecile, you owe this lady an apology.”
The Duchess leaned back in her seat, “It’s okay. I don’t believe in apologies. What’s done is done.” She looked up at the woman standing above her and asked, “How old are you?”
Cecile hissed, rolled her eyes, tossed her hair over her shoulder and answered, “I’m 43. How old are you 18?”
The Duchess answered, “I’m 26. You know what I’m gonna call you? Ms. Peacock, because that’s what you remind me of.”
Cecile gave The Duchess a look of annoyed confusion. One of the twins asked, “You mean that bitch from Clue?” Antigone laughed, shaking her head as her hand went to her boot. The Duchess replied, “No. I mean the bird. She reminds me of a male peacock, flexing all those feathers to intimidate and impress. The sad thing is, the peacock spends his life thinking he’s been blessed, that all he has to do is stretch out those feathers and all the females will belong to him; and the world will be his oyster to rule over as he sees fit. What the peacock doesn’t find out until the day he’s torn apart and devoured by predators, is that all that beautiful plumage is mark of death. There is no such thing as “King or Queen of the Jungle”. There is always somebody stronger out there who will devour you if they get the opportunity. Male peacocks die young. Because they’re too fucking stupid too realize that very simple and obvious fact of life.”
Antigone rose to her feet and cracked Cecile across the back of the head with a piece of pipe. As Cecile fell to the floor, John tried to rise to his feet. The twin sitting across from him raised her pistol and shot him between the eyes. The lesbian couple remained motionless and silent. The Duchess stood up, “Antigone, go get Roger!”
Cecile wasn’t knocked unconscious. She pushed herself up to her hands and knees, then slowly got to her feet. The Duchess punched her in the mouth, her rings mutilating the woman’s lips. Then she bent down, wrapped her arms around Cecile’s legs, picked her up and body slammed her. Cecile’s head hit the floor so hard, it sounded like a large rock had been dropped from the ceiling.
The young woman with the ponytail screamed, “OH MY GOD!” The woman in the vest quickly covered the younger woman’s mouth, and pulled her head close to her chest. She stared at the entrance to the den, her eyes wide as saucers. Roger stood in the entrance. His appearance made me shudder, the smell made me want to run out the room. He had been scalped and his eyes were torn out. His lips, ears and nose had all been removed. His face looked like a gruesome mask of bone, teeth and dried blood.
The Duchess returned to her seat. She turned to the woman in the vest and asked, “Have you ever seen a zombie eat a live human being?” The woman didn’t respond, she just trembled, clenching the young woman with the ponytail. The Duchess continued, “I haven’t seen it yet either. It’s a first for both of us. Hey, LOOK AT ME!”
The woman in the vest turned her head to look at The Duchess. The Duchess lowered her voice, “You know, you seem like a strong woman, one who is capable of carving out her own destiny…despite the odds, despite the naysayers, despite all those people who tried to discourage you and destroy you. I can see it. You’ve had to suffer all your life just for being yourself. But that suffering made you strong. Now you’re like a mountain, you can’t be moved. Well…you’re almost a mountain. You’ve still got that weakness for love. It makes you feel good to love, guide and protect you’re cherished one right there, doesn‘t it? Here’s the thing though, you’re giving her your strength while she’s giving you her weakness. You KNOW in your heart that this woman is no good, she doesn’t appreciate you and she is incapable of truly respecting you. She’s incapable of respecting you because she doesn’t respect herself and has given up on the notion altogether. Remember that girl in seventh grade. Rachel, with the dark hair and freckles.”
A mask of anguish came over the woman’s face. She asked, “H-how, how do you know…”
“Shhh…I know you. Remember how Rachel betrayed you and set you up to be hurt and humiliated.” A tear fell out of the hardened woman’s eyes and glided down her weathered cheek. The Duchess went on, “You’ve been playing Christ on the Cross for a long time over women like this. You’re like Samson. You keep getting fucked up over some Delilah. You overcame a drug addiction that most don’t recover from. You stood in the gutter with your shirt-sleeves rolled up, slugging it out with the men to prove your place in this world. Through all this shit that is your life, you’ve been victorious over everything, nothing could stop or slow you. Except one thing right? Women like the one you’re holding in your arms right now.”
The woman’s jaw quivered as she fought back the tears. She looked down at the young woman in her arms. The Duchess said, “It’s your moment of truth. Either you walk out of here alone, to go live your life as the mountain you were born to be; or you can die here with your weakness. I’m not gonna keep you from your destiny, but I’m not letting no snitchin’ Suzie walk out of here either. The choice is yours. Your destiny, or your love.”
The young woman looked up at the older one with pleading eyes. The older woman kissed her on the lips and let go of her. Then she got up and walked out the door without looking back. The woman curled up in a ball, put her hands over her face and cried. The Duchess pulled a pistol from the pocket of her Chinchilla and shot the young woman twice in the head. She put her pistol back in her pocket, lit a cigarette, stood up and said, “When we’re done with that loud, arrogant pig of a bitch right there,” she pointed at Cecile, “we’re taking the younger one, Chris and the one on the cross to Lavinia.” The Duchess knelt down beside Cecile’s head and slapped her face, “Wake up sweetheart! You don’t want to sleep through the festivities.”
Cecile opened her eyes to see Roger standing above her. She sat up shrieking. A pool of urine appeared on the floor around her. The Duchess laughed and said, “LOOK! Ms. Peacock pissed herself!” Antigone and the twins all joined her in laughter. Cecile stared up at Roger, frozen in terror. Roger bent down, grabbed her by the shoulders, picked her up and bit into her skull as she kicked her legs screaming.
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When we got back to the house, a black SUV was parked in the drive-way. Four people stood at the front door. Their faces turned to The Duchess’ black Lincoln as we pulled into the driveway. A heavy-set woman with long brown hair came charging toward us as we stepped out the car. She was in her 40’s, wearing a blue blouse and black slacks. She yelled at The Duchess, “Where’s Theresa? Where’s Chris?” A white-haired man in jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather vest followed close behind her.
The woman yelled again, “Where’s Theresa? She was supposed to meet me here an hour ago?”
The Duchess answered, “I don’t know where Theresa is. I haven’t seen her since this morning.” The other two people in the party, two women, joined their friends. The older of the two women had dark hair and looked like a middle-aged Italian man. She wore the same attire as the man. The younger woman wore her raven black hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a black blouse and black skirt with black boots.
The aggressive woman in the blue blouse asked, “How come she won’t answer her phone? I can’t reach her or Chris.”
The Duchess replied, “I don’t know what to tell you. I’m just her housemate. When I see her, I’ll tell her you stopped by.”
“BULLSHIT! I want to know where she is right now! There is something going on here and we’re not leaving until we get to the bottom of it.”
The Duchess shrugged her shoulders and shut her car door, “If you say so. Let’s go inside. Maybe I can find a number where she can be reached. She said that she was considering visiting her sister. Have you called her?”
The woman frowned, rolled her eyes and shot The Duchess a look of envious contempt, “No. I don’t have her sister’s number. If I did, you would think that I already would have already called her. Wouldn‘t you?”
The Duchess smiled and looked at each member of the group, “Well, let’s go see if we can find that number.” The four people followed us into house and to a large den. The Duchess said, “You all are welcome to sit down while I go look for the number. I’ll have Clarence start some coffee. Three of the four said, “Thank you,” and sat down. The woman in the blue blouse remained on her feet, “I’m going to go look around. Maybe she left a note.” The woman then barged past The Duchess and stormed out the room. The older man smiled at The Duchess and said, “She’s just worried about Theresa. She means no harm.”
The woman in the vest eyed The Duchess cautiously. The woman looked like she had seen much and didn’t scare easily. I could tell that something about The Duchess scared her. She put her arm around the younger woman with the pony tail and whispered something in her ear. The younger woman nodded her head and silently stared at the floor.
The Duchess asked, “So, does anybody want coffee?”
The older man shook his head. The woman in the vest looked at The Duchess and graciously replied, “We’re fine, but thank you for offering. I appreciate your hospitality.” The Duchess smiled and sat down next to her. I heard the front door open and footsteps coming down the hallway. Antigone and the twins entered the room. I watched the woman in the vest. I saw her chest rise as she took a deep breath. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
The older man stood up, “Well, let me go see if I can find Cecile.”
The Duchess commanded, “No. Sit the fuck back down.”
The man gave The Duchess a look of confused amusement, “Excuse me, I don’t think you…”
The woman in the vest snapped, “JOHN! SIT DOWN!” John stared his friend in the face for a long, awkward moment, then he quietly took his seat. Cecile could be heard upstairs slamming doors, then I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. Antigone stood by the entrance to the den. One of the twins walked over to the window and closed the curtains. The other twin pulled a pistol from her pants and sat down across from John.
Cecile came back in the room. She looked at Antigone and the twins, then walked to the center of the room and stood in front of The Duchess, “I don’t know what’s going on here. But something is wrong, I can feel it. Either you tell me where my friend is…”
The woman in the vest interjected, “Cecile stop! This lady is just Theresa’s housemate. Maybe she doesn’t know where she is.”
Cecile shook her, “No, this LITTLE GIRL knows exactly where Theresa is.” She looked The Duchess in the eyes and crossed her arms over her breasts, “Now, you are either going to stop playing games and tell me where Theresa is, or your little ass is about to have a problem.” Cecile raised her eyebrows and nodded her head for emphasis.
The woman in the vest turned toward The Duchess, “She doesn’t speak for me or my girl. Cecile, you owe this lady an apology.”
The Duchess leaned back in her seat, “It’s okay. I don’t believe in apologies. What’s done is done.” She looked up at the woman standing above her and asked, “How old are you?”
Cecile hissed, rolled her eyes, tossed her hair over her shoulder and answered, “I’m 43. How old are you 18?”
The Duchess answered, “I’m 26. You know what I’m gonna call you? Ms. Peacock, because that’s what you remind me of.”
Cecile gave The Duchess a look of annoyed confusion. One of the twins asked, “You mean that bitch from Clue?” Antigone laughed, shaking her head as her hand went to her boot. The Duchess replied, “No. I mean the bird. She reminds me of a male peacock, flexing all those feathers to intimidate and impress. The sad thing is, the peacock spends his life thinking he’s been blessed, that all he has to do is stretch out those feathers and all the females will belong to him; and the world will be his oyster to rule over as he sees fit. What the peacock doesn’t find out until the day he’s torn apart and devoured by predators, is that all that beautiful plumage is mark of death. There is no such thing as “King or Queen of the Jungle”. There is always somebody stronger out there who will devour you if they get the opportunity. Male peacocks die young. Because they’re too fucking stupid too realize that very simple and obvious fact of life.”
Antigone rose to her feet and cracked Cecile across the back of the head with a piece of pipe. As Cecile fell to the floor, John tried to rise to his feet. The twin sitting across from him raised her pistol and shot him between the eyes. The lesbian couple remained motionless and silent. The Duchess stood up, “Antigone, go get Roger!”
Cecile wasn’t knocked unconscious. She pushed herself up to her hands and knees, then slowly got to her feet. The Duchess punched her in the mouth, her rings mutilating the woman’s lips. Then she bent down, wrapped her arms around Cecile’s legs, picked her up and body slammed her. Cecile’s head hit the floor so hard, it sounded like a large rock had been dropped from the ceiling.
The young woman with the ponytail screamed, “OH MY GOD!” The woman in the vest quickly covered the younger woman’s mouth, and pulled her head close to her chest. She stared at the entrance to the den, her eyes wide as saucers. Roger stood in the entrance. His appearance made me shudder, the smell made me want to run out the room. He had been scalped and his eyes were torn out. His lips, ears and nose had all been removed. His face looked like a gruesome mask of bone, teeth and dried blood.
The Duchess returned to her seat. She turned to the woman in the vest and asked, “Have you ever seen a zombie eat a live human being?” The woman didn’t respond, she just trembled, clenching the young woman with the ponytail. The Duchess continued, “I haven’t seen it yet either. It’s a first for both of us. Hey, LOOK AT ME!”
The woman in the vest turned her head to look at The Duchess. The Duchess lowered her voice, “You know, you seem like a strong woman, one who is capable of carving out her own destiny…despite the odds, despite the naysayers, despite all those people who tried to discourage you and destroy you. I can see it. You’ve had to suffer all your life just for being yourself. But that suffering made you strong. Now you’re like a mountain, you can’t be moved. Well…you’re almost a mountain. You’ve still got that weakness for love. It makes you feel good to love, guide and protect you’re cherished one right there, doesn‘t it? Here’s the thing though, you’re giving her your strength while she’s giving you her weakness. You KNOW in your heart that this woman is no good, she doesn’t appreciate you and she is incapable of truly respecting you. She’s incapable of respecting you because she doesn’t respect herself and has given up on the notion altogether. Remember that girl in seventh grade. Rachel, with the dark hair and freckles.”
A mask of anguish came over the woman’s face. She asked, “H-how, how do you know…”
“Shhh…I know you. Remember how Rachel betrayed you and set you up to be hurt and humiliated.” A tear fell out of the hardened woman’s eyes and glided down her weathered cheek. The Duchess went on, “You’ve been playing Christ on the Cross for a long time over women like this. You’re like Samson. You keep getting fucked up over some Delilah. You overcame a drug addiction that most don’t recover from. You stood in the gutter with your shirt-sleeves rolled up, slugging it out with the men to prove your place in this world. Through all this shit that is your life, you’ve been victorious over everything, nothing could stop or slow you. Except one thing right? Women like the one you’re holding in your arms right now.”
The woman’s jaw quivered as she fought back the tears. She looked down at the young woman in her arms. The Duchess said, “It’s your moment of truth. Either you walk out of here alone, to go live your life as the mountain you were born to be; or you can die here with your weakness. I’m not gonna keep you from your destiny, but I’m not letting no snitchin’ Suzie walk out of here either. The choice is yours. Your destiny, or your love.”
The young woman looked up at the older one with pleading eyes. The older woman kissed her on the lips and let go of her. Then she got up and walked out the door without looking back. The woman curled up in a ball, put her hands over her face and cried. The Duchess pulled a pistol from the pocket of her Chinchilla and shot the young woman twice in the head. She put her pistol back in her pocket, lit a cigarette, stood up and said, “When we’re done with that loud, arrogant pig of a bitch right there,” she pointed at Cecile, “we’re taking the younger one, Chris and the one on the cross to Lavinia.” The Duchess knelt down beside Cecile’s head and slapped her face, “Wake up sweetheart! You don’t want to sleep through the festivities.”
Cecile opened her eyes to see Roger standing above her. She sat up shrieking. A pool of urine appeared on the floor around her. The Duchess laughed and said, “LOOK! Ms. Peacock pissed herself!” Antigone and the twins all joined her in laughter. Cecile stared up at Roger, frozen in terror. Roger bent down, grabbed her by the shoulders, picked her up and bit into her skull as she kicked her legs screaming.
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 5
Before we left the house, The Duchess led me to a room full of men’s clothes and urged me to pick out whatever I wanted. As I went the through clothes that once belonged to victim‘s of The Duchess and her crew, I fought the urge to vomit. I came out of the room full of dead men’s clothes dressed like I was going to a funeral; a black two-piece suit, a white-collared shirt and black dress shoes.
The Duchess stood outside the room waiting for me. She wore a full length Chinchilla with a black silk blouse, a long black skirt and black boots. She wore a thick platinum chain around her neck with a large skull pendent, ridiculous diamond earrings and dark sunglasses.
The Duchess took me to a large red-brick building in the city. The afternoon was grey with a constant drizzle. I asked “What’s this place?” The Duchess replied, “This is where we can find the woman who calls herself The Fallen Angel.” Antigone and twins parked in the space behind us with Roger still laid quietly in the trunk.
When we got out the car, The Duchess said, “Clarence, all you’re going to do is let The Fallen Angel approach you, react how your instincts tell you to react; I’ll take over from there.” She turned toward Antigone, “If these bitches give us any shit, we’re shutting this place down.” Antigone nodded her head.
We entered the building and took the stairs down to the basement. I followed The Duchess and Antigone to a large green steel door. The twins walked closely behind me. Antigone pounded on the door with her fist. The door slid open, slamming into the stopper with a loud metallic thud. A huge man stood in the doorway, dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had long greasy black hair and wore dark, heavy eye-make-up. The Duchess looked the man up and down, then she laughed and proclaimed, “Now that’s a fucking face I’d want to wake up to in the morning. I’m here to see The Fallen Angel.”
The man snarled, “Yeah? And who the fuck are you?”
“I’m The Duchess.”
The man’s face and body language instantly went from aggressive to appeasing. He bowed his head and said, “My humblest apologies, right this way.” We followed the man down a long concrete corridor lit with red lights and through another green steel door. When we entered the room, we were met by loud music, smoke and the smell of alcohol. The room was large and dimly lit, there was a bar on the opposite side of the room and several unoccupied tables in between. The Duchess told me to go sit at the bar, then she went with Antigone and the man to small room set off to the side.
I took a seat at the bar, the twins sat at a table right behind me. The bartender stood at the end of the bar chatting with the only patron I could see. She was a skinny blonde-haired woman dressed in a black t-shirt and black skirt. The bartender, an older man with beady eyes and a receding hairline, paid be no attention. The Duchess came out of the room followed by a young woman with long curly black hair. She wore all black, but her style was much different from The Gothic Girl and Black Sally’s. The Fallen Angel looked like a cheap fortune teller, or a woman expecting trick-or-treaters. Antigone and the doorman remained in the room.
The Fallen Angel sat down on my right and gave me a sly, menacing smirk. The Duchess sat down on my left. She said, “Fallen Angel, this is Clarence. Clarence, meet The Fallen Angel.” I reached out my hand and looked her in the eyes. A look of anger and confusion came over her face. She yelled at me, “YOU ARE TO LOWER YOUR EYES WHEN ADDRESSING ME!”
I couldn’t do it. My eyes remained locked on hers. She stood up, enraged and asked The Duchess, “What’s this? I thought you said he was submissive to all Keepers of the Altar.”
The Duchess nodded her head, “That is exactly what I said. Do you not find him submissive?”
“He just looks like another angry black guy to me. I don’t like him. He gives me a funny feeling. Get him out of here.”
The Duchess replied, “He’s not the problem. The problem is that there are fake Matriarch’s, such as yourself, who are trying to profit off the deeds of the women who are really doing this shit.”
The Fallen Angel motioned to the bartender, then stared at The Duchess defiantly, “Fake Matriarchs huh? What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I’m telling you that it’s time to ‘pay the piper‘.”
The bartender approached, the blonde-haired girl rose from her seat. The bartender asked, “Mistress, is there a prob---.” BOOM! The gun went off by my left ear. I fell off my stool. I looked up and saw The Duchess standing above, the smoking pistol still in her hand.
I saw the blond-haired girl run to protect The Fallen Angel. I watched her fall as the bullets from The Duchess‘ gun penetrated her body. The Duchess slammed the pistol down on the bar and ordered The Fallen Angel to sit down. Antigone came out of the room, her face speckled with blood. She held the head of the doorman by his long black hair. She placed the severed head on the bar and took a seat next to The Fallen Angel.
The Fallen Angel trembled on her stool, “Duchess, let’s be rational, okay? I don’t know what your problem with me is, but we can work this out without anymore violence.”
The Duchess replied, “Your rationality is cowardice and impotence in the face of my violence.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Have you ever seen those signs that say something like, ‘Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt’. Well, you’re the bitch who just bought the t-shirt without the ‘being’ and ‘doing’ anything.”
“I don’t understand. I…”
“Of course you don’t understand. I’ll help you. You are NOT a Matriarch. Now, it’s not enough for me to just come down here and tell you that to your face. I’m gonna have to prove it to you, and make an example out of you.” Antigone pulled the piece of pipe from her boot and smashed it into the side of The Fallen Angel’s head. The twins pulled her from her stool, threw her to the floor, then all four of the women kicked her, stomped her and tore off her clothes as she shrieked and sobbed helplessly on the floor.
The Duchess grabbed two handfuls of The Fallen Angel’s hair and drug her naked and screaming to a door marked ‘Men’s’. The Duchess kicked open the door and pulled The Fallen Angel into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them. Antigone grabbed a stool and slammed it against the edge of the bar until the legs broke off. Her and the twins each grabbed a jagged leg and headed toward the bathroom. I followed behind empty handed.
When I got the bathroom The Duchess had The Fallen Angel in one of the stalls, on her knees bent over the toilet. The Fallen Angel’s wrists were tied to the pipes behind the seat. My cock stiffened as I gazed at The Fallen Angel’s pale and vulnerable round ass. The Duchess stood on the back of the toilet, she looked at me, “Well, go ahead Clarence. Don’t say that I never gave you any ass.” The twins snickered. Antigone walked up and slapped The Fallen Angel hard on the ass. Then she stepped out the way and motioned toward The Fallen Angel, like a game show girl presenting a new car to a contestant.
I undid my pants, let them fall around my ankles, then I dropped to my knees behind The Fallen Angel. The Duchess ordered, “Don’t even spit on it. Just shove it in dry!” The Fallen Angel let out a long, tortured guttural shout as I forced my long, thick cock up her ass. I had so much built up pressure, I almost exploded as soon as I was inside her. I paused, took a breath and started fucking her ass deep, hard and dry. Her blood began to lubricate the orifice, I fucked her deeper and harder. Her hip bones slammed into the porcelain toilet bowl. Her shouts, cries and pleading echoed off the walls of the Men’s room.
The Duchess placed one of her boots on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head and shoved it down into the toilet bowl. The Duchess smiled at me, pulled her skirt up to reveal her thigh, then with a soft and seductive voice she asked, “Aren’t you gonna cum?” An intense wave of pleasure and euphoria swept over me. I roared at the top of my lungs as I came deep in The Fallen Angel’s tight, bleeding ass.
The Duchess ordered one of the twins to get a bottle of 151 from the bar. When the twin returned with the bottle. The Duchess stepped off the back of the toilet, took the bottle from the twin and poured the rum over The Fallen Angel’s head. She pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her Chinchilla, lit it with a match, then she dropped the lit match on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head, igniting her hair. I was still inside her, as she jerked her body back and forth while letting out a long blood-curdling scream. When I pulled out, a glob of semen, blood and filth plopped on the floor. I stood up, pulled my pants up and backed away. The smell of burnt air and flesh filled the air. Antigone and the twins took turns beating The Fallen Angel with the legs Antigone broke of the barstool. The sound of The Fallen Angel’s bones breaking under the blows was like the sound of think branches snapping off in a wind storm. Finally, The Duchess yelled, “ENOUGH!”
The twins stood staring wide-eyed at the battered, burnt and debased Fallen Angel. Antigone asked, “We killin’ her?” The Duchess shook her head, “No. She’ll be a living reminder of what we do to fake Matriarchs.”
The Duchess stood outside the room waiting for me. She wore a full length Chinchilla with a black silk blouse, a long black skirt and black boots. She wore a thick platinum chain around her neck with a large skull pendent, ridiculous diamond earrings and dark sunglasses.
The Duchess took me to a large red-brick building in the city. The afternoon was grey with a constant drizzle. I asked “What’s this place?” The Duchess replied, “This is where we can find the woman who calls herself The Fallen Angel.” Antigone and twins parked in the space behind us with Roger still laid quietly in the trunk.
When we got out the car, The Duchess said, “Clarence, all you’re going to do is let The Fallen Angel approach you, react how your instincts tell you to react; I’ll take over from there.” She turned toward Antigone, “If these bitches give us any shit, we’re shutting this place down.” Antigone nodded her head.
We entered the building and took the stairs down to the basement. I followed The Duchess and Antigone to a large green steel door. The twins walked closely behind me. Antigone pounded on the door with her fist. The door slid open, slamming into the stopper with a loud metallic thud. A huge man stood in the doorway, dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had long greasy black hair and wore dark, heavy eye-make-up. The Duchess looked the man up and down, then she laughed and proclaimed, “Now that’s a fucking face I’d want to wake up to in the morning. I’m here to see The Fallen Angel.”
The man snarled, “Yeah? And who the fuck are you?”
“I’m The Duchess.”
The man’s face and body language instantly went from aggressive to appeasing. He bowed his head and said, “My humblest apologies, right this way.” We followed the man down a long concrete corridor lit with red lights and through another green steel door. When we entered the room, we were met by loud music, smoke and the smell of alcohol. The room was large and dimly lit, there was a bar on the opposite side of the room and several unoccupied tables in between. The Duchess told me to go sit at the bar, then she went with Antigone and the man to small room set off to the side.
I took a seat at the bar, the twins sat at a table right behind me. The bartender stood at the end of the bar chatting with the only patron I could see. She was a skinny blonde-haired woman dressed in a black t-shirt and black skirt. The bartender, an older man with beady eyes and a receding hairline, paid be no attention. The Duchess came out of the room followed by a young woman with long curly black hair. She wore all black, but her style was much different from The Gothic Girl and Black Sally’s. The Fallen Angel looked like a cheap fortune teller, or a woman expecting trick-or-treaters. Antigone and the doorman remained in the room.
The Fallen Angel sat down on my right and gave me a sly, menacing smirk. The Duchess sat down on my left. She said, “Fallen Angel, this is Clarence. Clarence, meet The Fallen Angel.” I reached out my hand and looked her in the eyes. A look of anger and confusion came over her face. She yelled at me, “YOU ARE TO LOWER YOUR EYES WHEN ADDRESSING ME!”
I couldn’t do it. My eyes remained locked on hers. She stood up, enraged and asked The Duchess, “What’s this? I thought you said he was submissive to all Keepers of the Altar.”
The Duchess nodded her head, “That is exactly what I said. Do you not find him submissive?”
“He just looks like another angry black guy to me. I don’t like him. He gives me a funny feeling. Get him out of here.”
The Duchess replied, “He’s not the problem. The problem is that there are fake Matriarch’s, such as yourself, who are trying to profit off the deeds of the women who are really doing this shit.”
The Fallen Angel motioned to the bartender, then stared at The Duchess defiantly, “Fake Matriarchs huh? What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I’m telling you that it’s time to ‘pay the piper‘.”
The bartender approached, the blonde-haired girl rose from her seat. The bartender asked, “Mistress, is there a prob---.” BOOM! The gun went off by my left ear. I fell off my stool. I looked up and saw The Duchess standing above, the smoking pistol still in her hand.
I saw the blond-haired girl run to protect The Fallen Angel. I watched her fall as the bullets from The Duchess‘ gun penetrated her body. The Duchess slammed the pistol down on the bar and ordered The Fallen Angel to sit down. Antigone came out of the room, her face speckled with blood. She held the head of the doorman by his long black hair. She placed the severed head on the bar and took a seat next to The Fallen Angel.
The Fallen Angel trembled on her stool, “Duchess, let’s be rational, okay? I don’t know what your problem with me is, but we can work this out without anymore violence.”
The Duchess replied, “Your rationality is cowardice and impotence in the face of my violence.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Have you ever seen those signs that say something like, ‘Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt’. Well, you’re the bitch who just bought the t-shirt without the ‘being’ and ‘doing’ anything.”
“I don’t understand. I…”
“Of course you don’t understand. I’ll help you. You are NOT a Matriarch. Now, it’s not enough for me to just come down here and tell you that to your face. I’m gonna have to prove it to you, and make an example out of you.” Antigone pulled the piece of pipe from her boot and smashed it into the side of The Fallen Angel’s head. The twins pulled her from her stool, threw her to the floor, then all four of the women kicked her, stomped her and tore off her clothes as she shrieked and sobbed helplessly on the floor.
The Duchess grabbed two handfuls of The Fallen Angel’s hair and drug her naked and screaming to a door marked ‘Men’s’. The Duchess kicked open the door and pulled The Fallen Angel into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them. Antigone grabbed a stool and slammed it against the edge of the bar until the legs broke off. Her and the twins each grabbed a jagged leg and headed toward the bathroom. I followed behind empty handed.
When I got the bathroom The Duchess had The Fallen Angel in one of the stalls, on her knees bent over the toilet. The Fallen Angel’s wrists were tied to the pipes behind the seat. My cock stiffened as I gazed at The Fallen Angel’s pale and vulnerable round ass. The Duchess stood on the back of the toilet, she looked at me, “Well, go ahead Clarence. Don’t say that I never gave you any ass.” The twins snickered. Antigone walked up and slapped The Fallen Angel hard on the ass. Then she stepped out the way and motioned toward The Fallen Angel, like a game show girl presenting a new car to a contestant.
I undid my pants, let them fall around my ankles, then I dropped to my knees behind The Fallen Angel. The Duchess ordered, “Don’t even spit on it. Just shove it in dry!” The Fallen Angel let out a long, tortured guttural shout as I forced my long, thick cock up her ass. I had so much built up pressure, I almost exploded as soon as I was inside her. I paused, took a breath and started fucking her ass deep, hard and dry. Her blood began to lubricate the orifice, I fucked her deeper and harder. Her hip bones slammed into the porcelain toilet bowl. Her shouts, cries and pleading echoed off the walls of the Men’s room.
The Duchess placed one of her boots on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head and shoved it down into the toilet bowl. The Duchess smiled at me, pulled her skirt up to reveal her thigh, then with a soft and seductive voice she asked, “Aren’t you gonna cum?” An intense wave of pleasure and euphoria swept over me. I roared at the top of my lungs as I came deep in The Fallen Angel’s tight, bleeding ass.
The Duchess ordered one of the twins to get a bottle of 151 from the bar. When the twin returned with the bottle. The Duchess stepped off the back of the toilet, took the bottle from the twin and poured the rum over The Fallen Angel’s head. She pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her Chinchilla, lit it with a match, then she dropped the lit match on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head, igniting her hair. I was still inside her, as she jerked her body back and forth while letting out a long blood-curdling scream. When I pulled out, a glob of semen, blood and filth plopped on the floor. I stood up, pulled my pants up and backed away. The smell of burnt air and flesh filled the air. Antigone and the twins took turns beating The Fallen Angel with the legs Antigone broke of the barstool. The sound of The Fallen Angel’s bones breaking under the blows was like the sound of think branches snapping off in a wind storm. Finally, The Duchess yelled, “ENOUGH!”
The twins stood staring wide-eyed at the battered, burnt and debased Fallen Angel. Antigone asked, “We killin’ her?” The Duchess shook her head, “No. She’ll be a living reminder of what we do to fake Matriarchs.”
The Lioness and the Black Widow 2
I followed The Duchess up to the attic. The twins had one of the men on the cross, the other was laid naked, face-up and spread-eagle on the floor; his wrists and ankles were tied to steel loops bolted into the floor. The Duchess went to a large standing cabinet and began rummaging through it. She pulled out a riding crop and slammed the cabinet doors shut. The twins backed up toward the wall. The Duchess pointed the riding crop at the man tied to the floor, “You have been a very bad boy. You’re not just a rapist, you’re not just a kidnapper. You deliver women to a man who uses technology and drugs to turn them into vegetables. He sells their bodies until their bodies break down, then he calls you to come strangle them and dump them. Is that right?” She reached down, pulled the tape off the man’s mouth and removed the gag.
The man replied, “Please listen to me. Okay? Just please listen. The Great Sathanas doesn’t want to fight you people. He’s going to offer you one million dollars if you just let it go. He wants peace.” The Duchess looked at me, “Did you hear that Clarence? The Great Sathanas is going to offer your Matriarch a million dollars to just leave him alone.”
The man on the floor added, “Yeah, it’s true. He’s sending someone tonight to make the offer. He’s already got the cash in a bag and everything. I saw it. Please believe, you don’t have to do this. Our boss wants peace.”
The Duchess laughed, “Your boss wants peace, huh?” She looked over at the twins, “Have you two heard about Clarence’s Matriarch?” The twins nodded their heads. The Duchess’ eyes fell on me. She continued, “When Lavinia was Second-Chair, the old Matriarch of his house told her that she had to step down from her position. Lavinia replied with something along the lines of, ‘Fuck that, I’ll prove my seat’. The old Matriarch gives her a way out. She gives her the chance to move one seat down and sit on the right of her sister. She would have stayed on the path to ascension, she just would have had to wait a little longer. What does Lavinia do? She refuses to step down and insists on proving her seat. Keep in mind, nobody ‘proves’ their seat anymore. That’s old school. The old Matriarch has her people tie Lavinia down, then she chops off all her toes, pulverizes her shins, drills holes in her kneecaps, slices off one of her breasts and smashes her face in with a meat mallet.” The man on the St. Andrew’s cross began to let out muffled sobs, tears flowed from his eyes.
The Duchess continued, “The entire time Lavinia is being fucked up, she could have stopped the torture at any time with a simple ‘I quit’.” The twins stared at The Duchess wide-eyed. The twin on the right proclaimed, “Now that is a down ass bitch.” The Duchess circled the man on the floor. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s true. She gave up her legs, her breast and her pretty face over a principle. This is the woman who your boss plans to buy off.”
She straddled the man’s chest and sat down, “Then, she kills a bunch of your bosses guys. What does your boss do? He asks Lavinia, ASKS, her to pay him five-thousand measly dollars. He was just asking for a small gesture on Lavinia’s part to cover up the offence. That way he could say to his peers, ‘Yeah, she killed my people but I addressed that issue and she compensated me for it.’ That’s all he wanted and none of this would have been necessary. But Lavinia didn’t respond the way he anticipated. He doesn’t understand the way a woman like her thinks. She tells him that she isn’t going to pay him shit, that he’s a punk who can’t do anything about it. How do you think she’s going to respond to your boss’s offer to pay her a million dollars to just leave him alone?”
The man on the floor didn’t respond. He just laid there in his sweat smelling of fear. The Duchess gently tapped the man’s chest with the riding crop. Then she threw the riding crop to the side and reached her hand out. The twin on the left stepped forward and handed her a long shiny ice pick. She looked down at the man, “What? Did you think I was going to beat you with that little black thing? I come from the school of street torture, just like you. I’m more of a ice pick and blowtorch type of girl.”
The door opened and a tall, thin dark-skinned woman entered. She wore a blue Dickies suit and dark sunglasses. Her hair was straightened and cut short. As soon as she entered, it was if there was a dramatic change in the air pressure. Aggression and anger emanated from the woman to such a high degree, it seemed to effect the air around her. It was like the heat that can be seen rising from the asphalt on a hot afternoon. The Duchess looked over her shoulder at the woman, “Antigone, I’m glad you could make it.”
Antigone slowly unbuttoned her starched work shirt and asked, “Are these the punks that killed that family?” The Duchess smiled and nodded her head. Antigone took off her shirt. She wore nothing but a black training bra underneath. Her stomach was muscular. Her upper body was covered in tattoos. Antigone kneeled down, lifted her left pant leg and pulled a foot long length of pipe from her boot. She looked around the room and said, “Y’all doing that nice guy shit up in here, huh?” The Duchess rose to her feet, stepped away from the man and motioned toward him.
Antigone walked over to the man, placed a knee in the center of his chest and began hitting the man in the mouth with the piece of pipe. The Duchess pulled off her sweat suit and shouted out in glee, “Oh fuck yeah! You know I like this kind of party!” I couldn’t take my eyes off red-headed Duchess as she stood wearing nothing but blood-red lace panties. She pulled a strap-on from cabinet. She stared me in the eyes and gave me devious grin as she put it on, “Are you gonna get in on some of that bloody face hole Clarence?” I shook my head. The Duchess laughed and derided me, “Fucking pussy!”
After Antigone smashed out the majority of the man’s teeth with the piece of pipe, The Duchess laid over the man, her hips above his head and shoved the strap-on in his mouth. She face-fucked the man so hard, the floor vibrated from the back of man’s head being slammed against it. Antigone picked up the ice pick and worked on man’s feet. She inserted the steel tip of the pick under the man’s toenails, she pierced the flesh between his toes. After she did that for several minutes, she stabbed the man over and over and over in the soles of his feet, burying the ice pick all the way up to hilt.
I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, in shock, having a seizure or just convulsing from the pain. I watched The Duchess’ ass pump in and out as she savagely fucked the man’s head. The broken pieces of teeth sounded like small pebbles hitting the floor. Antigone looked at the twins, “Turn on the hot plate and heat up a pot of water.”
The twin on the right went to a small dresser that stood against the wall, pulled out an old hot plate from the drawer, placed it on top the dresser and plugged it in. Then she left the room to get a pot of water. The Duchess stood up. My eyes wandered from her curly red head hair, to her medium-sized firm breasts with small, pink nipples, to her muscular but slender thighs, to the strap-on dripping blood in large drops on the man’s chest. She caught me staring at her; she grinned and winked at me.
The man on the floor lost consciousness. Antigone kicked him the testicles and yelled, “Wake up punk!” The Duchess removed the bloody strap-on and dropped it on the floor by the man’s head. She knelt down, jammed her fingers in his mouth and pulled his tongue taut. Antigone knelt down beside her with the ice-pick. The sharp steel tip of the pick penetrated the underside of the man’s tongue. He woke up grunting and twitching. Antigone pierced the man’s tongue with the ice pick and left it stuck in his tongue, so that the man was unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth.
The Duchess looked to the man bound to the cross and shot him one of her smiles. She said, “I know what you’re waiting to see. You want to see us go to work on your partner’s dick and balls, right? Ha, ha, ha. You’re like, ‘Hell yeah, I want to see these bitches work that cock’ huh?” The Duchess went back to the cabinet. She pulled out what appeared to be a small brown notebook, then she knelt down next to the man on the floor. I wondered if I had become desensitized as I paid little attention to the man’s suffering. I was too busy watching The Duchess ass in the blood red panties. My desire was like a fire raging inside me. I wanted to go grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her right next to the man as he was being tortured. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. The twin returned with the water an placed it on the hot plate.
The Duchess opened the small brown package and pulled out a piece of sandpaper. She grabbed the man’s dick in her left hand, and began grinding the flesh away with her right. A high-pitched, eerie screech came out the man’s throat. He wriggled around in his restraints. Antigone slammed the steel-toe of her boot into his ribs. The bones sounded like branches being snapped. Meanwhile, The Duchess removed every speck of flesh from the man’s penis. She called out to the twin standing by the hot plate, “Pass the salt please!” The twin pulled a salt container from one of the drawers and tossed it to the Duchess. The man’s body went stiff and he convulsed. Blood and spit drained from the sides of his battered mouth, as The Duchess coated his skinless red penis with salt. The man jerked his head back and forth, prompting Antigone to grab the handle of the ice-pick and shout, “BE STILL!” The man struggled to stop himself from convulsing. A foul odor filled the room. The Duchess pointed at the man bound to the cross, “Antigone, look! That punk just shit himself!”
Antigone stared at the man through her dark sunglasses and shook her head in disgust. She declared, “I’m gonna make you eat every last bit of that shit too!” The man on the cross looked at the dark sunglasses and dark face staring at him, his eyes glazed over and he feinted.
The twin by the hot plate said, “The water’s boiling.” The Duchess replied, “It needs to come to a rolling boil sweetheart. Give it another minute.”
Antigone walked up to the man hanging limp from the cross, smacked him across the face and screamed “Wake the fuck up bitch!” When came to, he instantly began screaming and crying. Antigone bent down, scooped up a handful of the man’s feces and shoved it in his mouth. The man’s screams were replaced with retching and vomiting. Antigone went to the hot plate, grabbed the pot of hot water and stood over the man on the floor. She looked at man on the cross and said, “Watch how I make your friend’s body jerk.” Then she poured the boiling water over the man’s face, chest and stomach.
The man on the cross began pleading between sobs, “Pleeasse! Pleeasse!” Antigone dropped the pot and snatched up her piece of pipe. She went to the man on the cross and bashed him across the face with it, smashing his jaw. Then she went back to the man on the floor and shattered his kneecaps with the piece of pipe. The Duchess sat down on the floor and laid back against the man. I gasped as I watched her naked flesh touch his. She laid facing the man on the cross. She spread her legs, reached into her lace panties and began fingering her clit, gyrating her hips as she did it. My balls began to ache. I clenched my fists tight and bit my lip. The Duchess turned her head toward me. She closed her eyes and smiled.
Antigone dropped the piece of pipe and licked her thick lips as watched the The Duchess. She crawled between The Duchess’ legs, grabbed onto her red lace panties and jerked them off. The Duchess took in a deep breath and moaned. Antigone buried her face in The Duchess’ pussy. She licked and sucked on the Duchess’ clit as she finger-fucked her. I saw The Duchess face turn deep red as she pinched her hardened nipples. Her breathing became deeper, the moans louder; her eyes rolled around in her head. Then she looked directly at me and said, “Help me cum! Make the man underneath me scream.” As I approached the man, my eye’s never left The Duchess. I was so entranced by her, I almost tripped over the man’s head. I pulled the ice pick out of his tongue, then I knelt between his legs; inches away from The Duchess. I sunk the steel tip of the ice pick into the man’s left testicle. He shrieked and jerked around. The Duchess screamed, “MORE!” I pulled out the ice-pick and penetrated the right testicle. The Duchess yelled, “YES! YES! YES! DON’T STOP CLARENCE!”
I pulled the ice pick out and shoved it back in his left testicle. The Duchess commanded, “Now cut his dick and balls off, then shove them in the other one’s mouth.” One of the twins appeared by my side. She held out a knife. I obeyed The Duchess’ command. When I shoved the bleeding wad of tortured genitals into the man’s mouth, I was startled by the high-pitched primal scream that came out The Duchess’ mouth. She came. The she laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I asked the twins if they had a cigarette. The twin on the right tossed me pack. I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between my lips and asked for light. After I lit the cigarette, I knelt down by The Duchess. My hand trembled as I placed the filter of the cigarette between her full red lips. She took a long, deep drag then took the cigarette between fingers and pulled it away from her mouth. She looked me in eyes and said, "Now cut open his stomach."
The man replied, “Please listen to me. Okay? Just please listen. The Great Sathanas doesn’t want to fight you people. He’s going to offer you one million dollars if you just let it go. He wants peace.” The Duchess looked at me, “Did you hear that Clarence? The Great Sathanas is going to offer your Matriarch a million dollars to just leave him alone.”
The man on the floor added, “Yeah, it’s true. He’s sending someone tonight to make the offer. He’s already got the cash in a bag and everything. I saw it. Please believe, you don’t have to do this. Our boss wants peace.”
The Duchess laughed, “Your boss wants peace, huh?” She looked over at the twins, “Have you two heard about Clarence’s Matriarch?” The twins nodded their heads. The Duchess’ eyes fell on me. She continued, “When Lavinia was Second-Chair, the old Matriarch of his house told her that she had to step down from her position. Lavinia replied with something along the lines of, ‘Fuck that, I’ll prove my seat’. The old Matriarch gives her a way out. She gives her the chance to move one seat down and sit on the right of her sister. She would have stayed on the path to ascension, she just would have had to wait a little longer. What does Lavinia do? She refuses to step down and insists on proving her seat. Keep in mind, nobody ‘proves’ their seat anymore. That’s old school. The old Matriarch has her people tie Lavinia down, then she chops off all her toes, pulverizes her shins, drills holes in her kneecaps, slices off one of her breasts and smashes her face in with a meat mallet.” The man on the St. Andrew’s cross began to let out muffled sobs, tears flowed from his eyes.
The Duchess continued, “The entire time Lavinia is being fucked up, she could have stopped the torture at any time with a simple ‘I quit’.” The twins stared at The Duchess wide-eyed. The twin on the right proclaimed, “Now that is a down ass bitch.” The Duchess circled the man on the floor. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s true. She gave up her legs, her breast and her pretty face over a principle. This is the woman who your boss plans to buy off.”
She straddled the man’s chest and sat down, “Then, she kills a bunch of your bosses guys. What does your boss do? He asks Lavinia, ASKS, her to pay him five-thousand measly dollars. He was just asking for a small gesture on Lavinia’s part to cover up the offence. That way he could say to his peers, ‘Yeah, she killed my people but I addressed that issue and she compensated me for it.’ That’s all he wanted and none of this would have been necessary. But Lavinia didn’t respond the way he anticipated. He doesn’t understand the way a woman like her thinks. She tells him that she isn’t going to pay him shit, that he’s a punk who can’t do anything about it. How do you think she’s going to respond to your boss’s offer to pay her a million dollars to just leave him alone?”
The man on the floor didn’t respond. He just laid there in his sweat smelling of fear. The Duchess gently tapped the man’s chest with the riding crop. Then she threw the riding crop to the side and reached her hand out. The twin on the left stepped forward and handed her a long shiny ice pick. She looked down at the man, “What? Did you think I was going to beat you with that little black thing? I come from the school of street torture, just like you. I’m more of a ice pick and blowtorch type of girl.”
The door opened and a tall, thin dark-skinned woman entered. She wore a blue Dickies suit and dark sunglasses. Her hair was straightened and cut short. As soon as she entered, it was if there was a dramatic change in the air pressure. Aggression and anger emanated from the woman to such a high degree, it seemed to effect the air around her. It was like the heat that can be seen rising from the asphalt on a hot afternoon. The Duchess looked over her shoulder at the woman, “Antigone, I’m glad you could make it.”
Antigone slowly unbuttoned her starched work shirt and asked, “Are these the punks that killed that family?” The Duchess smiled and nodded her head. Antigone took off her shirt. She wore nothing but a black training bra underneath. Her stomach was muscular. Her upper body was covered in tattoos. Antigone kneeled down, lifted her left pant leg and pulled a foot long length of pipe from her boot. She looked around the room and said, “Y’all doing that nice guy shit up in here, huh?” The Duchess rose to her feet, stepped away from the man and motioned toward him.
Antigone walked over to the man, placed a knee in the center of his chest and began hitting the man in the mouth with the piece of pipe. The Duchess pulled off her sweat suit and shouted out in glee, “Oh fuck yeah! You know I like this kind of party!” I couldn’t take my eyes off red-headed Duchess as she stood wearing nothing but blood-red lace panties. She pulled a strap-on from cabinet. She stared me in the eyes and gave me devious grin as she put it on, “Are you gonna get in on some of that bloody face hole Clarence?” I shook my head. The Duchess laughed and derided me, “Fucking pussy!”
After Antigone smashed out the majority of the man’s teeth with the piece of pipe, The Duchess laid over the man, her hips above his head and shoved the strap-on in his mouth. She face-fucked the man so hard, the floor vibrated from the back of man’s head being slammed against it. Antigone picked up the ice pick and worked on man’s feet. She inserted the steel tip of the pick under the man’s toenails, she pierced the flesh between his toes. After she did that for several minutes, she stabbed the man over and over and over in the soles of his feet, burying the ice pick all the way up to hilt.
I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, in shock, having a seizure or just convulsing from the pain. I watched The Duchess’ ass pump in and out as she savagely fucked the man’s head. The broken pieces of teeth sounded like small pebbles hitting the floor. Antigone looked at the twins, “Turn on the hot plate and heat up a pot of water.”
The twin on the right went to a small dresser that stood against the wall, pulled out an old hot plate from the drawer, placed it on top the dresser and plugged it in. Then she left the room to get a pot of water. The Duchess stood up. My eyes wandered from her curly red head hair, to her medium-sized firm breasts with small, pink nipples, to her muscular but slender thighs, to the strap-on dripping blood in large drops on the man’s chest. She caught me staring at her; she grinned and winked at me.
The man on the floor lost consciousness. Antigone kicked him the testicles and yelled, “Wake up punk!” The Duchess removed the bloody strap-on and dropped it on the floor by the man’s head. She knelt down, jammed her fingers in his mouth and pulled his tongue taut. Antigone knelt down beside her with the ice-pick. The sharp steel tip of the pick penetrated the underside of the man’s tongue. He woke up grunting and twitching. Antigone pierced the man’s tongue with the ice pick and left it stuck in his tongue, so that the man was unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth.
The Duchess looked to the man bound to the cross and shot him one of her smiles. She said, “I know what you’re waiting to see. You want to see us go to work on your partner’s dick and balls, right? Ha, ha, ha. You’re like, ‘Hell yeah, I want to see these bitches work that cock’ huh?” The Duchess went back to the cabinet. She pulled out what appeared to be a small brown notebook, then she knelt down next to the man on the floor. I wondered if I had become desensitized as I paid little attention to the man’s suffering. I was too busy watching The Duchess ass in the blood red panties. My desire was like a fire raging inside me. I wanted to go grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her right next to the man as he was being tortured. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. The twin returned with the water an placed it on the hot plate.
The Duchess opened the small brown package and pulled out a piece of sandpaper. She grabbed the man’s dick in her left hand, and began grinding the flesh away with her right. A high-pitched, eerie screech came out the man’s throat. He wriggled around in his restraints. Antigone slammed the steel-toe of her boot into his ribs. The bones sounded like branches being snapped. Meanwhile, The Duchess removed every speck of flesh from the man’s penis. She called out to the twin standing by the hot plate, “Pass the salt please!” The twin pulled a salt container from one of the drawers and tossed it to the Duchess. The man’s body went stiff and he convulsed. Blood and spit drained from the sides of his battered mouth, as The Duchess coated his skinless red penis with salt. The man jerked his head back and forth, prompting Antigone to grab the handle of the ice-pick and shout, “BE STILL!” The man struggled to stop himself from convulsing. A foul odor filled the room. The Duchess pointed at the man bound to the cross, “Antigone, look! That punk just shit himself!”
Antigone stared at the man through her dark sunglasses and shook her head in disgust. She declared, “I’m gonna make you eat every last bit of that shit too!” The man on the cross looked at the dark sunglasses and dark face staring at him, his eyes glazed over and he feinted.
The twin by the hot plate said, “The water’s boiling.” The Duchess replied, “It needs to come to a rolling boil sweetheart. Give it another minute.”
Antigone walked up to the man hanging limp from the cross, smacked him across the face and screamed “Wake the fuck up bitch!” When came to, he instantly began screaming and crying. Antigone bent down, scooped up a handful of the man’s feces and shoved it in his mouth. The man’s screams were replaced with retching and vomiting. Antigone went to the hot plate, grabbed the pot of hot water and stood over the man on the floor. She looked at man on the cross and said, “Watch how I make your friend’s body jerk.” Then she poured the boiling water over the man’s face, chest and stomach.
The man on the cross began pleading between sobs, “Pleeasse! Pleeasse!” Antigone dropped the pot and snatched up her piece of pipe. She went to the man on the cross and bashed him across the face with it, smashing his jaw. Then she went back to the man on the floor and shattered his kneecaps with the piece of pipe. The Duchess sat down on the floor and laid back against the man. I gasped as I watched her naked flesh touch his. She laid facing the man on the cross. She spread her legs, reached into her lace panties and began fingering her clit, gyrating her hips as she did it. My balls began to ache. I clenched my fists tight and bit my lip. The Duchess turned her head toward me. She closed her eyes and smiled.
Antigone dropped the piece of pipe and licked her thick lips as watched the The Duchess. She crawled between The Duchess’ legs, grabbed onto her red lace panties and jerked them off. The Duchess took in a deep breath and moaned. Antigone buried her face in The Duchess’ pussy. She licked and sucked on the Duchess’ clit as she finger-fucked her. I saw The Duchess face turn deep red as she pinched her hardened nipples. Her breathing became deeper, the moans louder; her eyes rolled around in her head. Then she looked directly at me and said, “Help me cum! Make the man underneath me scream.” As I approached the man, my eye’s never left The Duchess. I was so entranced by her, I almost tripped over the man’s head. I pulled the ice pick out of his tongue, then I knelt between his legs; inches away from The Duchess. I sunk the steel tip of the ice pick into the man’s left testicle. He shrieked and jerked around. The Duchess screamed, “MORE!” I pulled out the ice-pick and penetrated the right testicle. The Duchess yelled, “YES! YES! YES! DON’T STOP CLARENCE!”
I pulled the ice pick out and shoved it back in his left testicle. The Duchess commanded, “Now cut his dick and balls off, then shove them in the other one’s mouth.” One of the twins appeared by my side. She held out a knife. I obeyed The Duchess’ command. When I shoved the bleeding wad of tortured genitals into the man’s mouth, I was startled by the high-pitched primal scream that came out The Duchess’ mouth. She came. The she laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I asked the twins if they had a cigarette. The twin on the right tossed me pack. I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between my lips and asked for light. After I lit the cigarette, I knelt down by The Duchess. My hand trembled as I placed the filter of the cigarette between her full red lips. She took a long, deep drag then took the cigarette between fingers and pulled it away from her mouth. She looked me in eyes and said, "Now cut open his stomach."
The Lioness and the Black Widow 1
As I rode shotgun with The Duchess at the wheel, “THUMP!” “THUMP!” “THUMP!” came from the trunk. The Duchess turned up the music, the bass thundered through the Lincoln drowning out the pounding and scraping sounds that were emanating from the trunk. She looked at me, smiled, then yelled over the music, “Do think their fucking back there?” Then she laughed maniacally and let out a victorious high-pitched scream at the top of her lungs.
The twins followed behind us in the Cutlass. The resurrected Roger rode in the trunk. We stopped in front of a large two-story white house in a clean, upper-middle-class neighborhood. We pulled the two men from the trunk and hurried them to the front door, the four of us huddled around them. Roger was left in the trunk of the Cutlass. He remained still and silent.
An older woman answered the door. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before The Duchess barged in with all of us following close behind. The woman slammed the door and whispered furiously, “All of you! In the kitchen now!” We followed The Duchess down a long hall, the voices of several people could be heard coming from one of the rooms on the right. The woman rushed us past the occupied room, through a swinging door and into a large, immaculate kitchen.
In all the adrenaline and movement, I hadn’t paid much attention to the older woman’s appearance. She looked to be in her mid-40’s, her hair was dyed black and hung to the middle of her back. She wore a black corset, a long black skirt and black leather boots with heels. The woman took a deep breath as she looked around at all of us. Her face continued to redden as she tried to calm herself down and maintain her composure. Finally, she tossed concern for the maintenance of her composure to the side and yelled while flailing her arms, “OH JE-SUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!! WHY?!?!? Why are you doing this to me Duchess?”
The Duchess said, “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to use your attic for a little while.”
The woman replied, “I have guests right now.”
“Go tend to your guests. We’ll be quiet.”
The woman stared at The Duchess wide-eyed, “Whatever it is you plan to do, and DO NOT tell me what that is, you cannot do it here! NO! Do you understand? Why the hell do you need my attic anyway?”
“I like way the sun comes through the little window and strikes the hardwood floors at the foot of the St. Andrew’s cross. It’s very poetic, the atmosphere gives me a sense of serenity. It’s chaotic times Theresa, and I need all the serenity I can get.”
“That’s great. Now that I know that psychopath’s have little inspirational moments too, maybe we can move on to the matter at hand. YOU ALL NEED TO LEAVE!”
The Duchess shook her head, opened the fridge and browsed through it’s contents. She removed a package of steaks and tossed them on the counter. “We’re not leaving until we’re done. Go tend to your guests.”
“Do you understand that I cannot have any illegal activity…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You mean like all that dope we set you up with? Illegal activity like that? You should keep your feet out the gutter if you don’t want to shit on your shoes.”
A large woman with a crew-cut entered the kitchen. She was dressed like construction worker and built like a wrestler. She looked at the two men standing cuffed with gags taped in their mouths. Then she looked at Theresa and smiled. Theresa glared at the woman and ordered through clenched teeth, “The get-together is cancelled. Everyone needs to leave NOW!!!” The woman nodded her head and quickly left the room.
Footsteps and voices echoed in the hall as the guests left. Theresa sat down at the kitchen table, pulled up her skirt up to her knees and unzipped her boots, “I ask for just one small phase of pretend normalcy; just a short vacation from the absolute fucking insanity that has been my life since I met you.” She glared at The Duchess as she flung her boots to the side. Theresa rose to her feet in just her stockings, she only stood at about 4 ‘11. The twins snickered and Theresa shot them a contemptuous look, “That’s great. Real grown-up.”
The twin on the right replied, “Damn! You’re always uptight. Didn’t you already do the menopause thing?” The other twin burst out laughing.
Theresa narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, “You two couldn’t spell menopause between you if I gave you an 24-hours to do it, a dictionary and a computer.” The two men stood trembling and sweating as the women bickered back and forth. Theresa pointed at me, “Who’s this guy?”
The Duchess replied, “He’s from the Kastelic’s.”
“Why is he here?”
“He’s my guest.”
Theresa shook her head, “Oh hell no. We’re not going down this road. Send him back.”
“I’m not sending him back till his Matriarch makes good on her promise.”
Theresa looked me in the eyes and said, “You know that’s not why you have him with you.” Theresa looked me up and down, “He’s a mercenary. Send him back.”
“He’s not a mercenary and I’m not sending him anywhere.”
Theresa turned toward The Duchess, “If he wasn’t a mercenary, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You wouldn‘t have an interest in him if you didn’t intend to use him, and you cannot use him unless you take him. You can‘t take him if he‘s loyal to his Matriarch, now can you? If he is up for grabs like that, he‘s a mercenary and a liability.”
“A liability, yes; a mercenary, no. This is beyond your understanding. It’s a Matriarch-thing.”
Theresa stared at The Duchess shaking her head in disbelief. She threw her hands, “Fuck it! It’s your decision anyway, right? Don’t you think that the Second-Chair should spend some time with him before we allow him to get too comfortable?” A chill went over me and goose bumps raised on my skin when I heard “Second-Chair”. I remembered the role “Second-Chair” played in the other house, when Lavinia held that position and later, when Damijana and Sally shared it. I knew that I definitely did not want to spend time with the woman who held the position of “Second-Chair”.
The Duchess asked, “Where is she anyway? I told her that I wanted her around today.”
Theresa responded, “I have no idea. I told her not to be here because I was planning to have normal fucking people over for once. She stayed away.”
“Go with the twins and take these two upstairs.”
“Look, you can’t kill these guys here. Chris comes home in a few hours.”
“Who the fuck is Chris?”
“I told you about him, he’s my fiance.”
“You said you had a slave. You didn’t say anything about a fiance. What the hell are you doing over here? Do you think you’re Betty-Fucking-Crocker or something?”
“He is my slave and he is my fiancee. You don’t understand…”
“I don’t want to understand. Go get some clothes, your purse and go meet your fiance wherever he is, and take him on a vacation somewhere. We are using this house for a few days.”
“Bullshit! You can’t just flush my whole life down…”
“If your fiancee comes home while we’re here…I’m killing him. If you don’t want that to happen, get your shit and go.” Theresa grabbed her boots from the floor and stormed out the room. The Duchess pulled out a frying pan and opened the package of steaks. The meat sizzled when she placed it in the pan. She looked at the two men and said, “I wonder how long I will have to starve you, before the sound of your own flesh sizzling this pan arouses hunger and causes your mouth to water.” She called out to the twins, “Girls, take those two up to the attic.”
After the twins left, I asked, “Who sits Second-Chair?”
“I’m impressed. That’s a good first question to ask when you become involved with a house like ours. Her name is Antigone. You’ll meet her before the day is over. And you will be spending some time with her in the near future. She needs a good grindstone to sharpen herself against.”
“I would prefer not to…”
“Fuck what you prefer. Let me explain something to you. Anyone who has ‘it’ will rule over you completely, for as long as they have you engaged. You have as much choice in the matter as you do over your skin color or who your parents were. This is why Theresa called you a mercenary. She’s wrong, because that would mean you have choice. You have no control over who the Goddess sends you to. You have a function and you will fulfill that function. I don’t have to threaten you. I don’t have to read your mind. If I command you to do something, you’ll do it as sure it rains.”
She gave me a challenging smile. “Am I wrong? No, I am not.” She went to a cub-board, got out a cup, pointed to a chair and said, “Wait there.” She exited the room and came back a few moments later. She set the cup down in front of me and said, “So, they had to hold you down to pour urine down your throat, huh? I heard that the thought of drinking someone else’s urine horrifies you. Is that true?” She pushed the cup toward me, “That’s my piss in the cup. I want you to drink it, for me, all of it.”
I looked at cup and fought the urge to vomit. I lowered my head and shut my eyes tight. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I wouldn’t do it. As I thought about my refusal, my hand went to the table and grabbed the cup. The Duchess said, “You’re gonna drink it anyway. You may as well sit up straight and have a little fucking dignity about it.”
I sat up straight, gripped the cup, raised it to my lips and drank. I slammed the cup on the counter when I was finished and wiped my lips. The Duchess looked at me, her eyes showed delight. She said, “The Goddess acknowledges my strength of will and I have Her blessings as a Keeper of Her Altar. That is why I have control over you. Later, you will encounter other women, from other houses; they will seek the same blessings and acknowledgement. If they can’t take ‘it’ as quickly and easily as I just did; then they are an imposter and you won’t give them a fucking thing. Got it?”
I nodded my head.
“Good. It’s time to play with our friends upstairs. I love it when I have multiple people to torture. It means that I can make person a sit and watch their peer suffer, and endure unbelievable amounts of pain and agony before it’s their turn. The terror and dread that person feels when he sees his friend being castrated, disemboweled and skinned alive a few feet in from him…I don’t know quite how to describe it. It just emanates from my victim filling me with this intense feeling of euphoria. It’s like…it’s like the first time I went to a ballet.”
The twins followed behind us in the Cutlass. The resurrected Roger rode in the trunk. We stopped in front of a large two-story white house in a clean, upper-middle-class neighborhood. We pulled the two men from the trunk and hurried them to the front door, the four of us huddled around them. Roger was left in the trunk of the Cutlass. He remained still and silent.
An older woman answered the door. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before The Duchess barged in with all of us following close behind. The woman slammed the door and whispered furiously, “All of you! In the kitchen now!” We followed The Duchess down a long hall, the voices of several people could be heard coming from one of the rooms on the right. The woman rushed us past the occupied room, through a swinging door and into a large, immaculate kitchen.
In all the adrenaline and movement, I hadn’t paid much attention to the older woman’s appearance. She looked to be in her mid-40’s, her hair was dyed black and hung to the middle of her back. She wore a black corset, a long black skirt and black leather boots with heels. The woman took a deep breath as she looked around at all of us. Her face continued to redden as she tried to calm herself down and maintain her composure. Finally, she tossed concern for the maintenance of her composure to the side and yelled while flailing her arms, “OH JE-SUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!! WHY?!?!? Why are you doing this to me Duchess?”
The Duchess said, “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to use your attic for a little while.”
The woman replied, “I have guests right now.”
“Go tend to your guests. We’ll be quiet.”
The woman stared at The Duchess wide-eyed, “Whatever it is you plan to do, and DO NOT tell me what that is, you cannot do it here! NO! Do you understand? Why the hell do you need my attic anyway?”
“I like way the sun comes through the little window and strikes the hardwood floors at the foot of the St. Andrew’s cross. It’s very poetic, the atmosphere gives me a sense of serenity. It’s chaotic times Theresa, and I need all the serenity I can get.”
“That’s great. Now that I know that psychopath’s have little inspirational moments too, maybe we can move on to the matter at hand. YOU ALL NEED TO LEAVE!”
The Duchess shook her head, opened the fridge and browsed through it’s contents. She removed a package of steaks and tossed them on the counter. “We’re not leaving until we’re done. Go tend to your guests.”
“Do you understand that I cannot have any illegal activity…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You mean like all that dope we set you up with? Illegal activity like that? You should keep your feet out the gutter if you don’t want to shit on your shoes.”
A large woman with a crew-cut entered the kitchen. She was dressed like construction worker and built like a wrestler. She looked at the two men standing cuffed with gags taped in their mouths. Then she looked at Theresa and smiled. Theresa glared at the woman and ordered through clenched teeth, “The get-together is cancelled. Everyone needs to leave NOW!!!” The woman nodded her head and quickly left the room.
Footsteps and voices echoed in the hall as the guests left. Theresa sat down at the kitchen table, pulled up her skirt up to her knees and unzipped her boots, “I ask for just one small phase of pretend normalcy; just a short vacation from the absolute fucking insanity that has been my life since I met you.” She glared at The Duchess as she flung her boots to the side. Theresa rose to her feet in just her stockings, she only stood at about 4 ‘11. The twins snickered and Theresa shot them a contemptuous look, “That’s great. Real grown-up.”
The twin on the right replied, “Damn! You’re always uptight. Didn’t you already do the menopause thing?” The other twin burst out laughing.
Theresa narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, “You two couldn’t spell menopause between you if I gave you an 24-hours to do it, a dictionary and a computer.” The two men stood trembling and sweating as the women bickered back and forth. Theresa pointed at me, “Who’s this guy?”
The Duchess replied, “He’s from the Kastelic’s.”
“Why is he here?”
“He’s my guest.”
Theresa shook her head, “Oh hell no. We’re not going down this road. Send him back.”
“I’m not sending him back till his Matriarch makes good on her promise.”
Theresa looked me in the eyes and said, “You know that’s not why you have him with you.” Theresa looked me up and down, “He’s a mercenary. Send him back.”
“He’s not a mercenary and I’m not sending him anywhere.”
Theresa turned toward The Duchess, “If he wasn’t a mercenary, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You wouldn‘t have an interest in him if you didn’t intend to use him, and you cannot use him unless you take him. You can‘t take him if he‘s loyal to his Matriarch, now can you? If he is up for grabs like that, he‘s a mercenary and a liability.”
“A liability, yes; a mercenary, no. This is beyond your understanding. It’s a Matriarch-thing.”
Theresa stared at The Duchess shaking her head in disbelief. She threw her hands, “Fuck it! It’s your decision anyway, right? Don’t you think that the Second-Chair should spend some time with him before we allow him to get too comfortable?” A chill went over me and goose bumps raised on my skin when I heard “Second-Chair”. I remembered the role “Second-Chair” played in the other house, when Lavinia held that position and later, when Damijana and Sally shared it. I knew that I definitely did not want to spend time with the woman who held the position of “Second-Chair”.
The Duchess asked, “Where is she anyway? I told her that I wanted her around today.”
Theresa responded, “I have no idea. I told her not to be here because I was planning to have normal fucking people over for once. She stayed away.”
“Go with the twins and take these two upstairs.”
“Look, you can’t kill these guys here. Chris comes home in a few hours.”
“Who the fuck is Chris?”
“I told you about him, he’s my fiance.”
“You said you had a slave. You didn’t say anything about a fiance. What the hell are you doing over here? Do you think you’re Betty-Fucking-Crocker or something?”
“He is my slave and he is my fiancee. You don’t understand…”
“I don’t want to understand. Go get some clothes, your purse and go meet your fiance wherever he is, and take him on a vacation somewhere. We are using this house for a few days.”
“Bullshit! You can’t just flush my whole life down…”
“If your fiancee comes home while we’re here…I’m killing him. If you don’t want that to happen, get your shit and go.” Theresa grabbed her boots from the floor and stormed out the room. The Duchess pulled out a frying pan and opened the package of steaks. The meat sizzled when she placed it in the pan. She looked at the two men and said, “I wonder how long I will have to starve you, before the sound of your own flesh sizzling this pan arouses hunger and causes your mouth to water.” She called out to the twins, “Girls, take those two up to the attic.”
After the twins left, I asked, “Who sits Second-Chair?”
“I’m impressed. That’s a good first question to ask when you become involved with a house like ours. Her name is Antigone. You’ll meet her before the day is over. And you will be spending some time with her in the near future. She needs a good grindstone to sharpen herself against.”
“I would prefer not to…”
“Fuck what you prefer. Let me explain something to you. Anyone who has ‘it’ will rule over you completely, for as long as they have you engaged. You have as much choice in the matter as you do over your skin color or who your parents were. This is why Theresa called you a mercenary. She’s wrong, because that would mean you have choice. You have no control over who the Goddess sends you to. You have a function and you will fulfill that function. I don’t have to threaten you. I don’t have to read your mind. If I command you to do something, you’ll do it as sure it rains.”
She gave me a challenging smile. “Am I wrong? No, I am not.” She went to a cub-board, got out a cup, pointed to a chair and said, “Wait there.” She exited the room and came back a few moments later. She set the cup down in front of me and said, “So, they had to hold you down to pour urine down your throat, huh? I heard that the thought of drinking someone else’s urine horrifies you. Is that true?” She pushed the cup toward me, “That’s my piss in the cup. I want you to drink it, for me, all of it.”
I looked at cup and fought the urge to vomit. I lowered my head and shut my eyes tight. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I wouldn’t do it. As I thought about my refusal, my hand went to the table and grabbed the cup. The Duchess said, “You’re gonna drink it anyway. You may as well sit up straight and have a little fucking dignity about it.”
I sat up straight, gripped the cup, raised it to my lips and drank. I slammed the cup on the counter when I was finished and wiped my lips. The Duchess looked at me, her eyes showed delight. She said, “The Goddess acknowledges my strength of will and I have Her blessings as a Keeper of Her Altar. That is why I have control over you. Later, you will encounter other women, from other houses; they will seek the same blessings and acknowledgement. If they can’t take ‘it’ as quickly and easily as I just did; then they are an imposter and you won’t give them a fucking thing. Got it?”
I nodded my head.
“Good. It’s time to play with our friends upstairs. I love it when I have multiple people to torture. It means that I can make person a sit and watch their peer suffer, and endure unbelievable amounts of pain and agony before it’s their turn. The terror and dread that person feels when he sees his friend being castrated, disemboweled and skinned alive a few feet in from him…I don’t know quite how to describe it. It just emanates from my victim filling me with this intense feeling of euphoria. It’s like…it’s like the first time I went to a ballet.”
Kali's Altar 21
Roger writhed around the floor in a growing pool of blood. I placed his severed genitals on Lavinia’s desk and said, “The Duchess asked for a cup of coffee.” Lavinia’s voice said, “I’ll have Ira bring her some.” The Duchess smiled, politely said, “Thank you.” She gazed down at the suffering man. My eyes were fixed on The Duchess, and her long curly red hair. Her breasts heaved as her breathing became heavier. The look in her eyes changed. The she tore open her burgundy blouse, one of her buttons bounced off my black shirt and fell to the floor. My heart raced. A mixture of terror and desire swept over me with the heat and intensity of a wildfire. I recognized what she was and hoped I would be able to stay away from her.
The Duchess reached her hand out toward me and stared me in the eyes. I handed her the dagger. She straddled the man’s waist, his blood soaking into her white pants. She said, “I want him to look scary after you raise him.” She grabbed the man’s upper lip, pulled it taut, then she sliced it off with the dagger and threw it aside. The man flung his head back and forth. The Duchess seized the man’s face by the chin and repeated the process with the man’s lower lip. One of the twins picked the lips up off the floor and stood over the man’s head mocking him with his severed lips, “Hi I’m Roger. Some would say I’m a ladies man.” The twins laughed in unison while The Duchess cut off Roger’s nose, followed by his ears.
The Duchess then grabbed a handful of Roger’s hair and scalped him. Roger no longer screamed. He just repeatedly opened and closed his lipless mouth without making any noise. The Duchess put down the dagger and moved her hips back and forth against the spot where Roger’s cock and balls once were. She put her hands in the pool of blood and began rubbing it into the flesh of her stomach and face. She looked at me and said, “Remove my blouse.” I looked to Lavinia, she nodded her head. After I removed The Duchess’ blouse she commanded, “Now unhook my bra.”
I slipped my fingers between her pale flesh and the black strap of her braseirre. Then I stepped away and circled around to the front to admire her cruel beauty. She continued soaking her hands in the blood, then rubbing it into her breasts, neck, face and arms; her hands gliding smoothly over her lubricated skin as if she was applying an oil or lotion. The only part of her that wasn’t red, were the whites of her eyes and her pearly white smile. She undid her blood steeped slacks, reached into her black lace panties and started masturbating. She leaned back, leaning on one arm. She turned her face toward the ceiling and opened her mouth in a toothy grimace. Then her body convulsed and she let out a deafening, primal roar. The twins tried to quiet their giggles.
The Duchess rose to her feet, breathing heavily. She said, “He’s almost dead.” Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, strangle him.” The Duchess still stood, straddling Roger as I approached to finish him. She didn’t move. I said, “I need to strangle him.” She motioned toward Roger and replied, “Go ahead. Nothing’s stopping you.” A chill ran over my body as I entered her space. As I stood straddling Roger, I could feel the energy emanating from her, as she stood right behind me. Her breasts brushed against my back. Her breath tickled my neck.
I sat on Roger’s chest, wrapped my hands around his neck and strangled him. All the while, I felt the heat of The Duchess’ body as she stood over me. When I was done, I stood and turned to face her. She looked like red a demon standing before me. Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, Octavia is across the hall. Go get her.” The Duchess looked me in the eyes and smiled. I couldn’t move away from her. I was like a magnet stuck to a refrigerator. The Duchess backed away from me. Lavinia’s voice asked, “Clarence, would like to spend the weekend in the box?”
I replied with my thoughts, “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is. She’s doing something to me.”
“I’M going to do something to you Clarence, if you don’t take your eyes off her and go get Octavia NOW!!!”
I quickly left the office and entered the room across the hall. I turned the light on, the room was empty. I thought, “Octavia’s gone!” Lavinia’s voice replied, “She’s in the closet.” When I opened the closet door I found Octavia. She was on the floor of the closet, under the shelves where Lavinia kept her collection of jars. I knelt down by Octavia, sadness filled my heart as I looked at her. She had been bound up in the fetal postion with layers of black tape. The only part of her body that could be seen was her nose and mouth. Lavinia’s voice said, “There are handles taped to her feet. Drag her in here.”
When I brought Octavia into the office, Lavinia came from behind her desk and guided her wheelchair to the center of the room. I placed Octavia at her feet. Her voice commanded, “EVERYONE OUT!” The Duchess argued, “What do you mean ‘out’? The deal is that you teach me to raise the dead.”
Lavinia replied, “I’ll raise them for you until the war is over. After the war, I’ll teach you how.”
“Raise them for me? Did I just fall off the fucking banana truck? If you raise them, you maintain control over them.”
“I can turn control over to you.”
“Yes, but you can regain control at any time.”
“Look, I don’t trust you anymore than you trust me. You cannot expect me to give you the whole package before the war is over. You haven’t even become actively involved in it yet.”
“That will change tomorrow morning provided that I don’t have to spend the night arguing with you over petty details.”
“I’m not arguing anything. I’m telling you that I will raise the dead for you until the war is over, then I’ll teach you how.”
“I wonder why you send your sister or Sally to handle diplomacy. I want more than just a house full of fucking zombies that you could turn against me at anytime. You’re asking me to put my entire house on the line to come fight this war that YOU started. You’re offering me a rare and special power in return. But you don’t trust me, so I can’t have that power until after the war, right? Yet I’m supposed to trust you and risk everything RIGHT NOW and wait for you to fulfill you’re promise. Fine. Have it your way. I want some collateral to make me feel better about this leap of fucking faith you’re asking me to take.”
“What?”
“Something you care about.” The Duchess looked at me.
Lavinia said, “No.”
“Then our business is done Lavinia. You can go to war on your own. You should think about this. If you want alliances, you’re going to have to negotiate. This is the last time I offer, I’ll fight right by your side and use all the resources at my disposal. But you either have to show me how to raise the dead right now, or let me take Clarence as collateral until you do.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’m holding you personally responsible for his well-being and neither you, nor anybody in your house, is allowed to enter his head.”
“I will see to him personally and protect him in the same way that I would protect a member of my own house.”
I thought, “I can’t go through this shit again in another house. I’m asking you, please don’t send me with her.”
Lavinia’s voice said to me, “Enough. It’s done. You will be fine.”
Lavinia’s voice said out loud, “Now everyone out! You all can wait downstairs. I’ll send Roger down shortly.”
The Duchess reached her hand out toward me and stared me in the eyes. I handed her the dagger. She straddled the man’s waist, his blood soaking into her white pants. She said, “I want him to look scary after you raise him.” She grabbed the man’s upper lip, pulled it taut, then she sliced it off with the dagger and threw it aside. The man flung his head back and forth. The Duchess seized the man’s face by the chin and repeated the process with the man’s lower lip. One of the twins picked the lips up off the floor and stood over the man’s head mocking him with his severed lips, “Hi I’m Roger. Some would say I’m a ladies man.” The twins laughed in unison while The Duchess cut off Roger’s nose, followed by his ears.
The Duchess then grabbed a handful of Roger’s hair and scalped him. Roger no longer screamed. He just repeatedly opened and closed his lipless mouth without making any noise. The Duchess put down the dagger and moved her hips back and forth against the spot where Roger’s cock and balls once were. She put her hands in the pool of blood and began rubbing it into the flesh of her stomach and face. She looked at me and said, “Remove my blouse.” I looked to Lavinia, she nodded her head. After I removed The Duchess’ blouse she commanded, “Now unhook my bra.”
I slipped my fingers between her pale flesh and the black strap of her braseirre. Then I stepped away and circled around to the front to admire her cruel beauty. She continued soaking her hands in the blood, then rubbing it into her breasts, neck, face and arms; her hands gliding smoothly over her lubricated skin as if she was applying an oil or lotion. The only part of her that wasn’t red, were the whites of her eyes and her pearly white smile. She undid her blood steeped slacks, reached into her black lace panties and started masturbating. She leaned back, leaning on one arm. She turned her face toward the ceiling and opened her mouth in a toothy grimace. Then her body convulsed and she let out a deafening, primal roar. The twins tried to quiet their giggles.
The Duchess rose to her feet, breathing heavily. She said, “He’s almost dead.” Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, strangle him.” The Duchess still stood, straddling Roger as I approached to finish him. She didn’t move. I said, “I need to strangle him.” She motioned toward Roger and replied, “Go ahead. Nothing’s stopping you.” A chill ran over my body as I entered her space. As I stood straddling Roger, I could feel the energy emanating from her, as she stood right behind me. Her breasts brushed against my back. Her breath tickled my neck.
I sat on Roger’s chest, wrapped my hands around his neck and strangled him. All the while, I felt the heat of The Duchess’ body as she stood over me. When I was done, I stood and turned to face her. She looked like red a demon standing before me. Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence, Octavia is across the hall. Go get her.” The Duchess looked me in the eyes and smiled. I couldn’t move away from her. I was like a magnet stuck to a refrigerator. The Duchess backed away from me. Lavinia’s voice asked, “Clarence, would like to spend the weekend in the box?”
I replied with my thoughts, “No. I’m sorry. I don’t know what it is. She’s doing something to me.”
“I’M going to do something to you Clarence, if you don’t take your eyes off her and go get Octavia NOW!!!”
I quickly left the office and entered the room across the hall. I turned the light on, the room was empty. I thought, “Octavia’s gone!” Lavinia’s voice replied, “She’s in the closet.” When I opened the closet door I found Octavia. She was on the floor of the closet, under the shelves where Lavinia kept her collection of jars. I knelt down by Octavia, sadness filled my heart as I looked at her. She had been bound up in the fetal postion with layers of black tape. The only part of her body that could be seen was her nose and mouth. Lavinia’s voice said, “There are handles taped to her feet. Drag her in here.”
When I brought Octavia into the office, Lavinia came from behind her desk and guided her wheelchair to the center of the room. I placed Octavia at her feet. Her voice commanded, “EVERYONE OUT!” The Duchess argued, “What do you mean ‘out’? The deal is that you teach me to raise the dead.”
Lavinia replied, “I’ll raise them for you until the war is over. After the war, I’ll teach you how.”
“Raise them for me? Did I just fall off the fucking banana truck? If you raise them, you maintain control over them.”
“I can turn control over to you.”
“Yes, but you can regain control at any time.”
“Look, I don’t trust you anymore than you trust me. You cannot expect me to give you the whole package before the war is over. You haven’t even become actively involved in it yet.”
“That will change tomorrow morning provided that I don’t have to spend the night arguing with you over petty details.”
“I’m not arguing anything. I’m telling you that I will raise the dead for you until the war is over, then I’ll teach you how.”
“I wonder why you send your sister or Sally to handle diplomacy. I want more than just a house full of fucking zombies that you could turn against me at anytime. You’re asking me to put my entire house on the line to come fight this war that YOU started. You’re offering me a rare and special power in return. But you don’t trust me, so I can’t have that power until after the war, right? Yet I’m supposed to trust you and risk everything RIGHT NOW and wait for you to fulfill you’re promise. Fine. Have it your way. I want some collateral to make me feel better about this leap of fucking faith you’re asking me to take.”
“What?”
“Something you care about.” The Duchess looked at me.
Lavinia said, “No.”
“Then our business is done Lavinia. You can go to war on your own. You should think about this. If you want alliances, you’re going to have to negotiate. This is the last time I offer, I’ll fight right by your side and use all the resources at my disposal. But you either have to show me how to raise the dead right now, or let me take Clarence as collateral until you do.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’m holding you personally responsible for his well-being and neither you, nor anybody in your house, is allowed to enter his head.”
“I will see to him personally and protect him in the same way that I would protect a member of my own house.”
I thought, “I can’t go through this shit again in another house. I’m asking you, please don’t send me with her.”
Lavinia’s voice said to me, “Enough. It’s done. You will be fine.”
Lavinia’s voice said out loud, “Now everyone out! You all can wait downstairs. I’ll send Roger down shortly.”
Kali's Altar 20
As I showered, I watched the pink fluid twirl around the drain. My fingertips ran over the sore and swollen, scabbed letters etched into my chest. Welts had been raised all over my body, my muscles were still cramped and sore from my time in the box. My heart felt like a burdensome stone sinking, crushing the vital organs below.
After I dried off and dressed in fresh black fatigues, I made my way to Lavinia’s office. The door was open when I got there, Lavinia sat masked behind her desk. As I crossed the threshold, her voice said, “You must put your recent ordeal in the past. Do it immediately. We have business to attend to. The Duchess will return shortly.”
I remained standing, I knew that it would hurt too bad for me to sit down. So did she. Her voice said, “Sit down.” A deep, long guttural grunt helped me vocalize the pain I felt as I took my seat. The wooden chair felt as if it was the hardest metal in the world. My muscles remained tensed, my body battered.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Raise your head and sit up straight. I can’t have you sitting there looking like some kind of demoralized abuse victim when The Duchess arrives.”
I thought, “Is her house similar to this one?”
“No. Their house has Gypsy roots. They’re more nomadic than us. They don’t let men sit at their table, but they sacrifice men frequently.”
“So, even though there is an alliance between our houses, I still won’t be considered an ally to them?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“Well I should be worried about it. Now, on top of everything else, I have to worry about being sacrificed by The Duchess.”
“Do you think your fear will save you? Then what good is it? You will be in many more situations where the risk of death is high. You should be tired of fearing death by now. Don’t waste whatever time you have, shaking and trembling in fear.”
There was a knock at the door. Lilith entered followed by The Duchess and her entourage. The Duchess was accompanied by two women, identical twins, with caramel complexions and short black hair. The twins looked to be no older than 20. They were short and rail thin with cold, uncaring eyes. The man was huge. He stood about 6’5 and must have weighed at least 270 lbs. His eyes showed the evidence of intoxication. His care-free demeanor and cocky grin told me that he was completely unaware that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. The man blurted out, “Hey, I like your mask. That’s awesome. My name is Roger.” The man began to approach Lavinia’s desk. Instinctively, I stood to block the path between her and him. I looked into his glazed eyes and saw amusement. He said, “Whoa Chief! I was trying to introduce myself to lady. I won’t steal her away from you, I promise. That is, unless she wants me to.” The man winked at Lavinia and laughed. I couldn’t wait to watch him die.
Lavinia motioned to the chair in front of her desk, her voice said, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lavinia. Please sit down.” The man sat down and looked around the room. He turned to The Duchess, “Hey Alice, I thought this was supposed to be a party.” He turned back to Lavinia, “Why don’t you have your boy here get me a drink?” He looked up at me, daring me to say something. I said, “Of course sir, what can I get for you?”
“Scotch would be awesome.” I walked out the room, down the hall to Lavinia’s quarters and retrieved the blood-stained baseball bat from the chest. I barged back into Lavinia’s office. When I was a few feet behind the man, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, “You got my drink boy?” I raised the bat in the air and slammed it into the side of his face. Teeth flew across the room. The man rose from his chair slowly, gripping the side of his face, a confused look was in his eyes. He charged me. I swung the bat again but he blocked the blow and snatched me up in a bear hug.
Lilith jumped on the man’s back and dug her fingers into his eyes. The man shrieked, let go of me and ran around in circle trying to get Lilith off his back. I raised the bat again planning to smash the man’s kneecap the next time he passed. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “No, don’t break his knees. He won’t be able to walk after I raise him. Lilith, let go!” Lilith let go of the man and fell to the floor. The man continued running around in circles screaming, clutching his bleeding eyes. The Duchess laughed and said, “Roger! Stop running around. Let me help you.”
The man screamed, “Fuck you bitch! I can’t fucking see. I’m gonna kill that fucking nigger!” The Duchess looked at me and shook her head, “Don’t worry about him. He’s awesome.” The twins stepped forward. The one on the right said, “I know this sorry muthafucka isn’t runnin’ around like a decapitated chicken calling people niggas.” The twin on the left said, “That word doesn’t bother me. But let this punk say ‘awesome’ one more time and that will be the end of him.” The man roared, then yelled out, “Fuck you! Fuck all you bitches! I’m gonna kill every single one of you.”
The Duchess said, “How are you going to do that Roger? You can’t fucking see.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Roger, you have a good job, a wife, kids.” Roger stopped running in circles, he stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He said, “You leave my family out of this.” Lilith circled the man glaring at him. She had changed a lot since the first time I saw her. I remembered her sitting in front of her mirror. I remembered the look in her eyes as she was forced to watch her husband being tortured. It was her husband’s reckless pursuit of a fantasy that had placed us both in the position we found ourselves in. Lilith stopped behind the man and said, “Do you really think you can protect your family with just words alone? You’re here alone, blind and unarmed in a house full of killers and you’re barking out demands?”
The twin on the right said, “If this punk muthafucka cared about his family, he would be with them now, not out chasing pussy.”
The twin on the left, “That’s what got you killed. You know that right?”
The twin on the right, “Now your kids will grow up without a father.”
The Duchess laughed and said, “No they won’t. I’ve seen a picture of his wife. It won’t take her long to find someone else. Then his kids will call another man daddy.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “They’ll never know what happened to you. There won’t be any funeral for them to go to. They’re going to think that you abandoned them.” The Duchess added, “I’ll call your wife and let her know that was the case. I’ll tell her about all the shit you talked about her. I’ll tell her that you don’t want her anymore and that you’re mine now because she was unable to tend to your needs.”
The man began to sob, “Please. Please. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The twin on the left said, “You’ll ‘give’ us? You ain’t got to give us a muthafuckin’ thing punk. We’re gonna take whatever the fuck we want from you and there ain’t shit you can do about it.”
The man cried, “Please, I’m sorry for offending you. I’m a little fucked up.”
The twin on the right, “Yeah, you real fucked up ain’t you? I’ll tell you what punk. If you suck my friends dick, we’ll let you go home to your family.” The man stopped sobbing and went silent. He said, “Okay, whatever you want.” The twins began laughing uproariously. The Duchess said, “See this,” pointing at Roger, “this is why we don’t let men sit at our table. He fucked up his whole family chasing pussy. Now, he’s got himself into some trouble and he’s willing to get on his knees and suck dick to get out of it.” The Duchess looked at me, “So what do you think comrade? Should we let ‘awesome-man’ here go if he sucks your dick?”
I said, “That’s not what I want. I want his hands cuffed behind his back and his pants around his ankles. I’m gonna take that ass.”
The man yelled, “Fuck that. I’m not…”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “You’re never going to see your family again if you don’t do exactly what we tell you to do.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer and tossed them on the desk. The twin on the left said, “Oh this is going to be good. I ain’t seen a man get his ass took by another man before.” Lilith grabbed the handcuffs from the desk. The Duchess said, “Hold on. Do we have a deal Roger? You drop your pants, let this man fuck you up the ass and we’ll let go.” Roger didn’t answer. The Duchess continued, “It’s okay, I understand that you’re embarrassed. All you have to do is drop your pants, take a little a pain and we’ll let you go. Nobody will ever find out about this.”
The man said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Lavinia’s voice boomed, “BECAUSE WE CAN! Now drop your fucking pants or we’ll go pick up your wife, bring her here and Clarence can fuck her instead.” The man shook his head whispering, “no…no…no…” He undid his belt buckle, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then let them fall to his ankles. Lavinia’s voice said, “Lilith, cuff him.” Lilith cuffed the mans hands behind his back. Lavinia placed a dagger on the table, “Clarence, I have an empty jar. Fill it.”
I snatched the dagger from her desk, gripped the man’s dick and balls with my left hand, then sliced off his genitals with the dagger. The man fell to floor screaming and kicking his legs. The Duchess took off her white mink and threw it on the floor as if it was a rag. She looked at me and asked, “Hey Clarence, what does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
After I dried off and dressed in fresh black fatigues, I made my way to Lavinia’s office. The door was open when I got there, Lavinia sat masked behind her desk. As I crossed the threshold, her voice said, “You must put your recent ordeal in the past. Do it immediately. We have business to attend to. The Duchess will return shortly.”
I remained standing, I knew that it would hurt too bad for me to sit down. So did she. Her voice said, “Sit down.” A deep, long guttural grunt helped me vocalize the pain I felt as I took my seat. The wooden chair felt as if it was the hardest metal in the world. My muscles remained tensed, my body battered.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Raise your head and sit up straight. I can’t have you sitting there looking like some kind of demoralized abuse victim when The Duchess arrives.”
I thought, “Is her house similar to this one?”
“No. Their house has Gypsy roots. They’re more nomadic than us. They don’t let men sit at their table, but they sacrifice men frequently.”
“So, even though there is an alliance between our houses, I still won’t be considered an ally to them?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“Well I should be worried about it. Now, on top of everything else, I have to worry about being sacrificed by The Duchess.”
“Do you think your fear will save you? Then what good is it? You will be in many more situations where the risk of death is high. You should be tired of fearing death by now. Don’t waste whatever time you have, shaking and trembling in fear.”
There was a knock at the door. Lilith entered followed by The Duchess and her entourage. The Duchess was accompanied by two women, identical twins, with caramel complexions and short black hair. The twins looked to be no older than 20. They were short and rail thin with cold, uncaring eyes. The man was huge. He stood about 6’5 and must have weighed at least 270 lbs. His eyes showed the evidence of intoxication. His care-free demeanor and cocky grin told me that he was completely unaware that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. The man blurted out, “Hey, I like your mask. That’s awesome. My name is Roger.” The man began to approach Lavinia’s desk. Instinctively, I stood to block the path between her and him. I looked into his glazed eyes and saw amusement. He said, “Whoa Chief! I was trying to introduce myself to lady. I won’t steal her away from you, I promise. That is, unless she wants me to.” The man winked at Lavinia and laughed. I couldn’t wait to watch him die.
Lavinia motioned to the chair in front of her desk, her voice said, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lavinia. Please sit down.” The man sat down and looked around the room. He turned to The Duchess, “Hey Alice, I thought this was supposed to be a party.” He turned back to Lavinia, “Why don’t you have your boy here get me a drink?” He looked up at me, daring me to say something. I said, “Of course sir, what can I get for you?”
“Scotch would be awesome.” I walked out the room, down the hall to Lavinia’s quarters and retrieved the blood-stained baseball bat from the chest. I barged back into Lavinia’s office. When I was a few feet behind the man, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, “You got my drink boy?” I raised the bat in the air and slammed it into the side of his face. Teeth flew across the room. The man rose from his chair slowly, gripping the side of his face, a confused look was in his eyes. He charged me. I swung the bat again but he blocked the blow and snatched me up in a bear hug.
Lilith jumped on the man’s back and dug her fingers into his eyes. The man shrieked, let go of me and ran around in circle trying to get Lilith off his back. I raised the bat again planning to smash the man’s kneecap the next time he passed. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “No, don’t break his knees. He won’t be able to walk after I raise him. Lilith, let go!” Lilith let go of the man and fell to the floor. The man continued running around in circles screaming, clutching his bleeding eyes. The Duchess laughed and said, “Roger! Stop running around. Let me help you.”
The man screamed, “Fuck you bitch! I can’t fucking see. I’m gonna kill that fucking nigger!” The Duchess looked at me and shook her head, “Don’t worry about him. He’s awesome.” The twins stepped forward. The one on the right said, “I know this sorry muthafucka isn’t runnin’ around like a decapitated chicken calling people niggas.” The twin on the left said, “That word doesn’t bother me. But let this punk say ‘awesome’ one more time and that will be the end of him.” The man roared, then yelled out, “Fuck you! Fuck all you bitches! I’m gonna kill every single one of you.”
The Duchess said, “How are you going to do that Roger? You can’t fucking see.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Roger, you have a good job, a wife, kids.” Roger stopped running in circles, he stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He said, “You leave my family out of this.” Lilith circled the man glaring at him. She had changed a lot since the first time I saw her. I remembered her sitting in front of her mirror. I remembered the look in her eyes as she was forced to watch her husband being tortured. It was her husband’s reckless pursuit of a fantasy that had placed us both in the position we found ourselves in. Lilith stopped behind the man and said, “Do you really think you can protect your family with just words alone? You’re here alone, blind and unarmed in a house full of killers and you’re barking out demands?”
The twin on the right said, “If this punk muthafucka cared about his family, he would be with them now, not out chasing pussy.”
The twin on the left, “That’s what got you killed. You know that right?”
The twin on the right, “Now your kids will grow up without a father.”
The Duchess laughed and said, “No they won’t. I’ve seen a picture of his wife. It won’t take her long to find someone else. Then his kids will call another man daddy.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “They’ll never know what happened to you. There won’t be any funeral for them to go to. They’re going to think that you abandoned them.” The Duchess added, “I’ll call your wife and let her know that was the case. I’ll tell her about all the shit you talked about her. I’ll tell her that you don’t want her anymore and that you’re mine now because she was unable to tend to your needs.”
The man began to sob, “Please. Please. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The twin on the left said, “You’ll ‘give’ us? You ain’t got to give us a muthafuckin’ thing punk. We’re gonna take whatever the fuck we want from you and there ain’t shit you can do about it.”
The man cried, “Please, I’m sorry for offending you. I’m a little fucked up.”
The twin on the right, “Yeah, you real fucked up ain’t you? I’ll tell you what punk. If you suck my friends dick, we’ll let you go home to your family.” The man stopped sobbing and went silent. He said, “Okay, whatever you want.” The twins began laughing uproariously. The Duchess said, “See this,” pointing at Roger, “this is why we don’t let men sit at our table. He fucked up his whole family chasing pussy. Now, he’s got himself into some trouble and he’s willing to get on his knees and suck dick to get out of it.” The Duchess looked at me, “So what do you think comrade? Should we let ‘awesome-man’ here go if he sucks your dick?”
I said, “That’s not what I want. I want his hands cuffed behind his back and his pants around his ankles. I’m gonna take that ass.”
The man yelled, “Fuck that. I’m not…”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “You’re never going to see your family again if you don’t do exactly what we tell you to do.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer and tossed them on the desk. The twin on the left said, “Oh this is going to be good. I ain’t seen a man get his ass took by another man before.” Lilith grabbed the handcuffs from the desk. The Duchess said, “Hold on. Do we have a deal Roger? You drop your pants, let this man fuck you up the ass and we’ll let go.” Roger didn’t answer. The Duchess continued, “It’s okay, I understand that you’re embarrassed. All you have to do is drop your pants, take a little a pain and we’ll let you go. Nobody will ever find out about this.”
The man said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Lavinia’s voice boomed, “BECAUSE WE CAN! Now drop your fucking pants or we’ll go pick up your wife, bring her here and Clarence can fuck her instead.” The man shook his head whispering, “no…no…no…” He undid his belt buckle, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then let them fall to his ankles. Lavinia’s voice said, “Lilith, cuff him.” Lilith cuffed the mans hands behind his back. Lavinia placed a dagger on the table, “Clarence, I have an empty jar. Fill it.”
I snatched the dagger from her desk, gripped the man’s dick and balls with my left hand, then sliced off his genitals with the dagger. The man fell to floor screaming and kicking his legs. The Duchess took off her white mink and threw it on the floor as if it was a rag. She looked at me and asked, “Hey Clarence, what does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Kali's Altar 18
After I showered, I went to the kitchen and asked Ira to prepare a meal for Alexandria. Damijana’s voice came into my mind, “Go to the living room.” When I got the living room, Damijana stood staring out the window wearing a long black skirt and a black sweater. She spoke out loud, “Sit down Clarence, we have a visitor. Don‘t speak unless you‘re spoken to.”
“Who is it?”
“A member of another house.” I took a seat in the large armchair and waited. Several minutes later the doorbell rang. Ira passed the living room on her way to the door. She returned followed by a tall woman with long, curly red hair. Her energy seemed to fill the room when she entered. She wore white slacks, white leather boots, a burgundy silk blouse and a full length white mink coat. She took her coat off and threw it over the back of a chair as if its value was meaningless to her. Then she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and smiled. Damijana sat down across from the woman. “You must be the one they call The Duchess.”
“I am. You must be The Gothic Girl. I like the whole black hair and dark clothing thing you’ve got going on. That’s very original.”
Damijana replied, “Thank you. I see you favor the ‘spoiled, slut wife of a mafia boss look.’ That‘s very low profile. Would you like coffee, tea, a drink?”
“No. I’m fine, thank you. Frankly I didn’t come here for a tea party and trivial conversation. What’s the issue?”
“We want to create an alliance between our two houses.”
“Oh, so you need us for something. What’s in it for us?”
“We can raise the dead.”
“Bullshit.” Brianna walked in the room, sat down next to The Duchess and removed her sunglasses. The Duchess grabbed Brianna’s wrist and checked for a pulse. When she didn’t find one, she turned back to Damijana, “Alright, get her out of here, she fucking stinks.”
Brianna stood and left the room. The Duchess asked, “So what do you want from us?”
Damijana replied, “We want you to help us destroy the man they call The Great Sathanas.”
“Who gets all his wealth?”
“We’re not interested in his money. If you get into this with us, whatever you pillage is yours.”
“Oh yeah? What about the machine?”
“We can’t take any of the equipment. If we do, we’ll have much bigger problems than The Great Sathanas.”
The Duchess looked over at me then back to Damijana, “What’s with the swinging dick? You let men sit at your table?”
“Sometimes. Your house doesn’t?”
“Fuck no. Why would we?”
“Female supremacy?”
“Is that a joke? We’re outsiders, just like you. We’ve been hunted, tortured and killed. We’re always on the run, we’re forced to exist underground. The women who I’ve been in the trenches with, those are my sisters. I could give a fuck less about the rest of the women in the world. I don’t have anything against men, aside from the fact that in houses like ours, they’re always the weakest link.”
Damijana shot me a glance, her voice came into my mind, “Let it go. This is not a woman you want to challenge.”
The Duchess looked me in the eyes, “Don’t you agree?”
I couldn’t help myself. “No, I don’t agree.”
“And there lies the problem. You ARE the weakest link, but you’re blind to that fact and therefore unable to become stronger. When I look into your eyes, I see the contents of your soul. It would take me less than 24-hours to have you on your knees in front me offering your loyalty. You’re a security risk. If my house forms an alliance with yours, other houses may form alliances of their own that are hostile to us. You’re the first one they’ll target. They’ll send a woman to you who will know exactly what your combination is and she will open you like a safe.” She turned her head to Damijana and continued, “This is why we don’t use men. I’ll bet you anything that he’s already been the cause of strife and division in your house. But never mind all that. If you seat men at your table, it’s your business.”
“We need to settle this business with Sathanas quickly.”
“I have angles on him. I have influence with some of the people he knows. As you know, he is very well connected.”
“His associates won’t want anything to do with this kind of war.”
“His more prestigious associates will walk away from him at the drop of a hat if they think there is a risk of him splashing shit on their clothes. Some of the gangsters he’s associated with won’t just walk away.”
“They will when they see the cost of being associated with him.”
“You can count on that. I won’t. Now lets talk about raising the dead.”
“Bring us the bodies.” The Duchess smirked and stood. Damijana and I both rose from our seats. The Duchess put her coat back on, “I’ll be back with the first one around midnight.” She gave us a slight nod and saw herself out.
I asked, “Can we trust her?”
Damijana glared at me, “Are you trying to prove her point about being the weakest link?” I looked at her confused. She shook her head in disgust and walked out the room. Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess will make a solid ally. Think about what she said to you and don’t do anything to reinforce her belief that you are just a mindless swinging dick.”
I remembered Alexandria and quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the Valium and water. When I got to her room, she was curled up on the bed soaked in sweat, her face red and covered with tears. I gave her the pills and the water. Her hand shook as she raised the glass of water to her lips. A sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk had been placed on the nightstand. I said, “You should eat.”
She looked up at me with wide tear-filled eyes, “Thank you for being so nice to me.” I turned away from her and left the room. I stopped at Lavinia’s office and knocked on the door. Her voice said, “Come in.” When I entered the office, I saw that all the furniture had been pushed up against the walls leaving a large space in the center of the room. Lavinia sat in a wheelchair spinning herself around in circles with the front wheels lifted off the floor. She stopped spinning and let the front wheels fall. I shut the door and stared at her in amazement. I thought, “How long did it take you to learn how to do that?”
“I was practicing while you were downstairs meeting with Damijana and The Duchess. After I heal, I’ll get prosthetics.” Her gown was tucked in under her bandaged stumps. I remembered the night when she was crippled and disfigured by the old Matriarch. I remembered her lying on the mattress in the basement after the amputations. There was a knock on the door and Black Sally entered. Lavinia’s voice said, “Sally, I want you to take Clarence to your quarters and lock him in your steel box.”
Goosebumps instantly broke out on my flesh and my heart start pounding. Lavinia said, “When I was working my way through your mind. I found an intense fear of being locked in a tight, confined dark space.” I thought, “Please…” Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “DO NOT GROVEL! I won’t tolerate it. I command you to go with Sally and get in the box. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do have any doubts in regard to how far I would go to protect you, strengthen you and provide you with whatever you need?”
I thought, “No.”
“What I did for you today, putting everything on the line to support you; do you think that I would do that for anyone? No. I would only do that for you. You are well aware that I demand your complete obedience. If I tell you to climb into a pot and let me boil you alive, that’s what you will do. Do you understand me?”
I thought, “Yes.”
“Sally, take him to the box.”
I followed Sally back to her quarters. She ordered me to strip and climb into the steel box. I sat crouched with my arms hugging my knees as she slammed the lid shut less than an inch above my head. I heard the closet door shut. All was black, the steel was cold against my naked flesh. I had no room to move. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I began to panic. I screamed.
“Who is it?”
“A member of another house.” I took a seat in the large armchair and waited. Several minutes later the doorbell rang. Ira passed the living room on her way to the door. She returned followed by a tall woman with long, curly red hair. Her energy seemed to fill the room when she entered. She wore white slacks, white leather boots, a burgundy silk blouse and a full length white mink coat. She took her coat off and threw it over the back of a chair as if its value was meaningless to her. Then she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs and smiled. Damijana sat down across from the woman. “You must be the one they call The Duchess.”
“I am. You must be The Gothic Girl. I like the whole black hair and dark clothing thing you’ve got going on. That’s very original.”
Damijana replied, “Thank you. I see you favor the ‘spoiled, slut wife of a mafia boss look.’ That‘s very low profile. Would you like coffee, tea, a drink?”
“No. I’m fine, thank you. Frankly I didn’t come here for a tea party and trivial conversation. What’s the issue?”
“We want to create an alliance between our two houses.”
“Oh, so you need us for something. What’s in it for us?”
“We can raise the dead.”
“Bullshit.” Brianna walked in the room, sat down next to The Duchess and removed her sunglasses. The Duchess grabbed Brianna’s wrist and checked for a pulse. When she didn’t find one, she turned back to Damijana, “Alright, get her out of here, she fucking stinks.”
Brianna stood and left the room. The Duchess asked, “So what do you want from us?”
Damijana replied, “We want you to help us destroy the man they call The Great Sathanas.”
“Who gets all his wealth?”
“We’re not interested in his money. If you get into this with us, whatever you pillage is yours.”
“Oh yeah? What about the machine?”
“We can’t take any of the equipment. If we do, we’ll have much bigger problems than The Great Sathanas.”
The Duchess looked over at me then back to Damijana, “What’s with the swinging dick? You let men sit at your table?”
“Sometimes. Your house doesn’t?”
“Fuck no. Why would we?”
“Female supremacy?”
“Is that a joke? We’re outsiders, just like you. We’ve been hunted, tortured and killed. We’re always on the run, we’re forced to exist underground. The women who I’ve been in the trenches with, those are my sisters. I could give a fuck less about the rest of the women in the world. I don’t have anything against men, aside from the fact that in houses like ours, they’re always the weakest link.”
Damijana shot me a glance, her voice came into my mind, “Let it go. This is not a woman you want to challenge.”
The Duchess looked me in the eyes, “Don’t you agree?”
I couldn’t help myself. “No, I don’t agree.”
“And there lies the problem. You ARE the weakest link, but you’re blind to that fact and therefore unable to become stronger. When I look into your eyes, I see the contents of your soul. It would take me less than 24-hours to have you on your knees in front me offering your loyalty. You’re a security risk. If my house forms an alliance with yours, other houses may form alliances of their own that are hostile to us. You’re the first one they’ll target. They’ll send a woman to you who will know exactly what your combination is and she will open you like a safe.” She turned her head to Damijana and continued, “This is why we don’t use men. I’ll bet you anything that he’s already been the cause of strife and division in your house. But never mind all that. If you seat men at your table, it’s your business.”
“We need to settle this business with Sathanas quickly.”
“I have angles on him. I have influence with some of the people he knows. As you know, he is very well connected.”
“His associates won’t want anything to do with this kind of war.”
“His more prestigious associates will walk away from him at the drop of a hat if they think there is a risk of him splashing shit on their clothes. Some of the gangsters he’s associated with won’t just walk away.”
“They will when they see the cost of being associated with him.”
“You can count on that. I won’t. Now lets talk about raising the dead.”
“Bring us the bodies.” The Duchess smirked and stood. Damijana and I both rose from our seats. The Duchess put her coat back on, “I’ll be back with the first one around midnight.” She gave us a slight nod and saw herself out.
I asked, “Can we trust her?”
Damijana glared at me, “Are you trying to prove her point about being the weakest link?” I looked at her confused. She shook her head in disgust and walked out the room. Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess will make a solid ally. Think about what she said to you and don’t do anything to reinforce her belief that you are just a mindless swinging dick.”
I remembered Alexandria and quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed the Valium and water. When I got to her room, she was curled up on the bed soaked in sweat, her face red and covered with tears. I gave her the pills and the water. Her hand shook as she raised the glass of water to her lips. A sandwich, an apple and a glass of milk had been placed on the nightstand. I said, “You should eat.”
She looked up at me with wide tear-filled eyes, “Thank you for being so nice to me.” I turned away from her and left the room. I stopped at Lavinia’s office and knocked on the door. Her voice said, “Come in.” When I entered the office, I saw that all the furniture had been pushed up against the walls leaving a large space in the center of the room. Lavinia sat in a wheelchair spinning herself around in circles with the front wheels lifted off the floor. She stopped spinning and let the front wheels fall. I shut the door and stared at her in amazement. I thought, “How long did it take you to learn how to do that?”
“I was practicing while you were downstairs meeting with Damijana and The Duchess. After I heal, I’ll get prosthetics.” Her gown was tucked in under her bandaged stumps. I remembered the night when she was crippled and disfigured by the old Matriarch. I remembered her lying on the mattress in the basement after the amputations. There was a knock on the door and Black Sally entered. Lavinia’s voice said, “Sally, I want you to take Clarence to your quarters and lock him in your steel box.”
Goosebumps instantly broke out on my flesh and my heart start pounding. Lavinia said, “When I was working my way through your mind. I found an intense fear of being locked in a tight, confined dark space.” I thought, “Please…” Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “DO NOT GROVEL! I won’t tolerate it. I command you to go with Sally and get in the box. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do have any doubts in regard to how far I would go to protect you, strengthen you and provide you with whatever you need?”
I thought, “No.”
“What I did for you today, putting everything on the line to support you; do you think that I would do that for anyone? No. I would only do that for you. You are well aware that I demand your complete obedience. If I tell you to climb into a pot and let me boil you alive, that’s what you will do. Do you understand me?”
I thought, “Yes.”
“Sally, take him to the box.”
I followed Sally back to her quarters. She ordered me to strip and climb into the steel box. I sat crouched with my arms hugging my knees as she slammed the lid shut less than an inch above my head. I heard the closet door shut. All was black, the steel was cold against my naked flesh. I had no room to move. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe. I began to panic. I screamed.
Kali's Altar 17
When we returned to the house, Lavinia ordered me to bring the college girl to the office. Lavinia was seated behind the desk, her black and red mask concealed her bandaged face; her black hair was twisted up in a bun with two long shiny steel hair-pins. She wore a dark blue Victorian gown. The college girl sat in a wooden chair in front of the desk trembling and sobbing. Damijana and Sally stood behind her.
The college girl asked, “What happened to me?” Lavinia was still unable to speak, yet an answer came from behind the mask, “What do you remember?” The girl’s face crinkled up and turned deep red, tears flowed from her eyes, “I was being raped in my apartment.”
“You don’t remember anything after that?”
“N-no, no I don’t.”
Lavinia pulled a small mirror from one of her desk drawers and slid it across her desk toward the girl. She picked up the mirror, her wrists were still taped. When she looked at herself in the mirror she wailed out “No! No! My God No! What the fuck happened to me?”
Lavinia replied, “You were a victim of mind control technology. After you were raped, you were brought to a brothel and sold as a prostitute.” The college girl went silent. Lavinia continued, “They had you on several drugs. You will experience severe withdrawals.”
The college girl lowered her head and quietly wept, then she raised her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. She looked around the room bewildered. She looked at the masked woman sitting in front of her and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Lavinia. What happened to you was very unfortunate. I didn’t have anything to do with that, and I’m going to kill the man who did this to you. We were in the process of killing everyone at the brothel where you were held captive, we found you and brought you here.”
“You saved me?”
“No. We decided not to kill you along with everyone else. Do yourself a favor and don’t ask why. We must now decide where to go from here as we cannot let you go.”
“Why not?”
“You’re a link to the murders at the brothel. You’re a link to mind control technology that isn’t supposed to exist; you’re a link to a network of powerful people who won’t want any of this exposed. You’re a loose end.”
“No. I won’t say anything, I promise.”
Lavinia laughed, “You promise not to say anything, huh? No matter what? Think how ridiculous that sounds. People connected to the man who did this to you will hunt you down. You couldn’t do anything to prevent being raped, turned into a sex-slave and sold off as a whore. But here you are promising not to say anything about us.”
“I don’t understand.”
Damijana pointed her .380 at the college girl’s head. Lavinia said, “We will give you a quick death right here and now, if that’s what you want.” The college girl shook her head. Lavinia said, “We can’t let you go and you don’t want us to kill you. So you must stay here. Are you sure that you prefer to live?”
The girl cried, “Yes, yes, but please, please just let me go.”
Lavinia slammed her fist down on the table, “You are not leaving here alive. If you want to live at all, you will stop sniveling and groveling over freedom you cannot attain. If you valued your freedom that much, you would choose death.”
“W-what do you want from me?”
“Well, I have a cage that can be brought down to the basement and you could stay there. That would the best place for you, if you’ll be continuing with the hysterics, gesticulations, tears and questions. Not every member of this house approves of your existence.” The girl looked at Damijana and Sally. “If you can keep mouth your shut and do as you’re told, you will have more freedom of movement. Do you want us to lock you in a cage in the basement?”
“No.”
“I would suggest that you compose yourself and pay close attention to what is going on around you. Take time to figure where you are before entertaining too many more thoughts of escape. You’re already thinking about running at the first opportunity.”
“No…”
Lavinia raised her hand and the girl went silent. “From now on, every time you entertain thoughts of escape, you will be beaten and brutalized.”
The girl looked down at the floor and bit her lower lip. Lavinia continued, “You used to be Sarah Harris. Then you were a whore named Traci. From now on, your name is Alexandria. Your room is at the end of the hall on the right. You are dismissed.” Sally cut the tape on Alexandria’s wrists. She slowly rose from her chair, still trembling. Then she quietly exited the room.
Black Sally pointed at the empty chair, “Clarence, sit here.” I looked at Lavinia. Her voice said, “Just sit down. I’ll deal with her.” Sally shook her head and stated, “Lavinia, of all the people in the world, you are the last person I would expect to allow their heart to guide their decisions. Clarence is playing fucking courtier and there is too much emotion in this house surrounding him. He needs to be either killed, banished or…” Sally fell to her knees, blood dripped from her nose. She began shaking, then she cried out in pain, “STOP!” She stopped shaking, rose to her feet and wiped the blood from her nose with her sleeve.
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’ll tell you what Sally. Keep the line until we’re done with this thing with The Great Sathanas. Then I’ll put you at the head of your own house and you can make the decisions there. Until that time, you will keep your rebellious, conspiratorial and envious nature in check. If you question one of my decisions again, any decision, I will end your existence right there on the spot. You have a gun on you. If you want to challenge my authority pull it out.” Sally remained motionless, staring at the Lavinia’s black and red mask. Lavinia stated, “You’ll be suffering from a brain aneurysm before your body has a chance to react to the thought. I don’t like you Sally. I never have. But you were born in this house and have served this house your entire life. Bite your bitter tongue and control your discontent a little while longer, and you will be rewarded for what you have done for this house. You can go now Sally.” Sally turned and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lavinia’s mask tuned toward her sister, “Damijana, you have something to say.”
Damijana took a long, deep breath, “It’s your day in the sun Lavinia. I wouldn’t do anything to try to diminish it. I would suggest that you tell Clarence not to allow his position to get to his head.”
“Really? What’s his position?”
“You have placed him above everyone else because you love him. And you only love him because you’ve lived a lonely, miserable life without love. Now that you feel love, you are becoming lost in it. Sally is right. A woman in your position cannot allow herself to be ruled by her heart.”
Lavinia replied, “Damijana, as my sister, you know me well. You know that I’m going to do whatever the fuck pleases me. Why? Because I can. I take what I want because I am strong enough, bold enough and determined enough to take it. It is not your place to wonder what rules over my decisions. You know that my will rules over this house and that is all you need to be concerned with. I do appreciate your sisterly concern and advice. Now lets get prepared for our next attack on our enemy. I want him busy hiding and defending positions. We can’t afford to give him time to launch too many counterattacks. He must be destroyed quickly.”
Damijana looked at me, then back at her sister. “As you wish.” Then she turned and walked out the room. Lavinia drummed her gloved fingertips on the desk, her voice said, “Alexandria was not spared by either of us. She is protected by The Furies. Tend to her, make sure she’s fed. There is Valium in the bathroom. Give her some when she starts going through withdrawals and make her drink water. Don‘t touch her and don‘t take any Valium yourself. You need to stay alert.”
“When do we hit Sathanas again?”
“Sally, Damijana and Brianna will hit another one of his houses tonight. You will stay here. I have something planned for you.” I yearned for her touch. She replied to my thought, “You need to steel yourself. You will feel my touch soon enough. You will have a realization exercise tonight.” My heart sank. In that house, there was only one way an individual could ‘realize’ their power and potential, through being tortured
The college girl asked, “What happened to me?” Lavinia was still unable to speak, yet an answer came from behind the mask, “What do you remember?” The girl’s face crinkled up and turned deep red, tears flowed from her eyes, “I was being raped in my apartment.”
“You don’t remember anything after that?”
“N-no, no I don’t.”
Lavinia pulled a small mirror from one of her desk drawers and slid it across her desk toward the girl. She picked up the mirror, her wrists were still taped. When she looked at herself in the mirror she wailed out “No! No! My God No! What the fuck happened to me?”
Lavinia replied, “You were a victim of mind control technology. After you were raped, you were brought to a brothel and sold as a prostitute.” The college girl went silent. Lavinia continued, “They had you on several drugs. You will experience severe withdrawals.”
The college girl lowered her head and quietly wept, then she raised her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. She looked around the room bewildered. She looked at the masked woman sitting in front of her and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Lavinia. What happened to you was very unfortunate. I didn’t have anything to do with that, and I’m going to kill the man who did this to you. We were in the process of killing everyone at the brothel where you were held captive, we found you and brought you here.”
“You saved me?”
“No. We decided not to kill you along with everyone else. Do yourself a favor and don’t ask why. We must now decide where to go from here as we cannot let you go.”
“Why not?”
“You’re a link to the murders at the brothel. You’re a link to mind control technology that isn’t supposed to exist; you’re a link to a network of powerful people who won’t want any of this exposed. You’re a loose end.”
“No. I won’t say anything, I promise.”
Lavinia laughed, “You promise not to say anything, huh? No matter what? Think how ridiculous that sounds. People connected to the man who did this to you will hunt you down. You couldn’t do anything to prevent being raped, turned into a sex-slave and sold off as a whore. But here you are promising not to say anything about us.”
“I don’t understand.”
Damijana pointed her .380 at the college girl’s head. Lavinia said, “We will give you a quick death right here and now, if that’s what you want.” The college girl shook her head. Lavinia said, “We can’t let you go and you don’t want us to kill you. So you must stay here. Are you sure that you prefer to live?”
The girl cried, “Yes, yes, but please, please just let me go.”
Lavinia slammed her fist down on the table, “You are not leaving here alive. If you want to live at all, you will stop sniveling and groveling over freedom you cannot attain. If you valued your freedom that much, you would choose death.”
“W-what do you want from me?”
“Well, I have a cage that can be brought down to the basement and you could stay there. That would the best place for you, if you’ll be continuing with the hysterics, gesticulations, tears and questions. Not every member of this house approves of your existence.” The girl looked at Damijana and Sally. “If you can keep mouth your shut and do as you’re told, you will have more freedom of movement. Do you want us to lock you in a cage in the basement?”
“No.”
“I would suggest that you compose yourself and pay close attention to what is going on around you. Take time to figure where you are before entertaining too many more thoughts of escape. You’re already thinking about running at the first opportunity.”
“No…”
Lavinia raised her hand and the girl went silent. “From now on, every time you entertain thoughts of escape, you will be beaten and brutalized.”
The girl looked down at the floor and bit her lower lip. Lavinia continued, “You used to be Sarah Harris. Then you were a whore named Traci. From now on, your name is Alexandria. Your room is at the end of the hall on the right. You are dismissed.” Sally cut the tape on Alexandria’s wrists. She slowly rose from her chair, still trembling. Then she quietly exited the room.
Black Sally pointed at the empty chair, “Clarence, sit here.” I looked at Lavinia. Her voice said, “Just sit down. I’ll deal with her.” Sally shook her head and stated, “Lavinia, of all the people in the world, you are the last person I would expect to allow their heart to guide their decisions. Clarence is playing fucking courtier and there is too much emotion in this house surrounding him. He needs to be either killed, banished or…” Sally fell to her knees, blood dripped from her nose. She began shaking, then she cried out in pain, “STOP!” She stopped shaking, rose to her feet and wiped the blood from her nose with her sleeve.
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’ll tell you what Sally. Keep the line until we’re done with this thing with The Great Sathanas. Then I’ll put you at the head of your own house and you can make the decisions there. Until that time, you will keep your rebellious, conspiratorial and envious nature in check. If you question one of my decisions again, any decision, I will end your existence right there on the spot. You have a gun on you. If you want to challenge my authority pull it out.” Sally remained motionless, staring at the Lavinia’s black and red mask. Lavinia stated, “You’ll be suffering from a brain aneurysm before your body has a chance to react to the thought. I don’t like you Sally. I never have. But you were born in this house and have served this house your entire life. Bite your bitter tongue and control your discontent a little while longer, and you will be rewarded for what you have done for this house. You can go now Sally.” Sally turned and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lavinia’s mask tuned toward her sister, “Damijana, you have something to say.”
Damijana took a long, deep breath, “It’s your day in the sun Lavinia. I wouldn’t do anything to try to diminish it. I would suggest that you tell Clarence not to allow his position to get to his head.”
“Really? What’s his position?”
“You have placed him above everyone else because you love him. And you only love him because you’ve lived a lonely, miserable life without love. Now that you feel love, you are becoming lost in it. Sally is right. A woman in your position cannot allow herself to be ruled by her heart.”
Lavinia replied, “Damijana, as my sister, you know me well. You know that I’m going to do whatever the fuck pleases me. Why? Because I can. I take what I want because I am strong enough, bold enough and determined enough to take it. It is not your place to wonder what rules over my decisions. You know that my will rules over this house and that is all you need to be concerned with. I do appreciate your sisterly concern and advice. Now lets get prepared for our next attack on our enemy. I want him busy hiding and defending positions. We can’t afford to give him time to launch too many counterattacks. He must be destroyed quickly.”
Damijana looked at me, then back at her sister. “As you wish.” Then she turned and walked out the room. Lavinia drummed her gloved fingertips on the desk, her voice said, “Alexandria was not spared by either of us. She is protected by The Furies. Tend to her, make sure she’s fed. There is Valium in the bathroom. Give her some when she starts going through withdrawals and make her drink water. Don‘t touch her and don‘t take any Valium yourself. You need to stay alert.”
“When do we hit Sathanas again?”
“Sally, Damijana and Brianna will hit another one of his houses tonight. You will stay here. I have something planned for you.” I yearned for her touch. She replied to my thought, “You need to steel yourself. You will feel my touch soon enough. You will have a realization exercise tonight.” My heart sank. In that house, there was only one way an individual could ‘realize’ their power and potential, through being tortured
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 9
The table met for lunch later than normal. Everyone ate in silence. It seemed that under Lavinia’s rule, meeting at the table was just another meaningless formality on its way to the body dump. The altar had become the house’s main focus. Not the table, not traditions, not personal growth and development; everything was about bringing sacrifices to the altar and feeding Lavinia’s insatiable appetite.
After lunch, I approached the Gothic Girl. I thought, “I have questions.” She nodded her head and we went to the living room. Her voice said, “I already know your questions, but I want to hear you ask me them out loud.”
I asked, “Is there someone else who comes to the house and does some of the work?”
“Yes. But it is nothing for you to worry about. Go on to your next question.”
“I sense somebody else out there. Who is it?”
She took a deep breath, “It’s not going to make you feel better and it doesn’t concern you anyway. There is someone out there. He helps out around the house and we feed him in return.”
“He takes the body parts?”
“Yes.”
“Does he eat them?”
“Yes.”
She was right, that knowledge did not make me feel any better. I asked, “Is he considered part of the table?”
“No, Clarence, he is not. Let’s just say he has more beast-like characteristics than he does human. You want to stay from him.”
“Aren’t you worried that someone might come around someday asking questions? Doesn‘t anyone get suspicious?”
“That hasn’t happened yet. But now that my sister in charge, a lot more people are going to disappear. Someone will eventually get suspicious. It wouldn‘t be first time something like that happened to house like ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t fool yourself into believing that what we do here is new or unique. Far from it, these rituals have been carried out since the dawn of man and they have continued to be carried out through the ages. Our thing is tribal, ancient and sacred. We live on the fringes of civilized society. In a way, we have never come out of the woods. The Thugs in India did their thing secret for centuries, then they got too large and too many people disappeared. When families like ours are discovered, we always make history due to the unbelievably high body count. You could look through old news articles and easily find the families who have been destroyed by allowing themselves to be discovered. Anytime a killer, or group of killers, has a body count is in the hundreds, its almost always going to be connected to house similar to this one. Sometimes they just catch one individual from a family, like that Holmes guy in Chicago. When you’re in an area where there is an unusually high amount of missing people, that’s usually an area with at least one active family. We are all cousins to each other, we all came from the same place. We were once all united. It isn’t like that anymore. We stay away from each other now. Lavinia intends to change that. If she does, we might end up in the history books with India’s Thugs. When you have a confederation, way too many people come up missing to hide it.”
“Do all these other families use telepathy?”
“Of course, that is the main thing we have in common. The torture and human sacrifice is used to increase our power both as individuals, and as a group. The closer the telepathic is to their primal self, the more powerful they will be. That makes savagery essential for us and every other family like us. The meat strengthens us as well. You’ve felt it. Do you see how quick Lavinia is recovering? That is because of the meat. If the meat brings power, it goes without saying that some will constantly want more. Now, Lavinia is not just hungry for power, she also has sexual needs that require a constant supply of bodies. By the time she’s done, if she ever gets caught, they won’t list her with the other serial killers. They’ll have to put her in the medical books with the infectious diseases. Do you understand what you are a part of here? Do realize just how deep in this shit you really are? What do you think your future is with Lavinia? That doctor worked for this house for years. That wasn’t first time he got a blowjob. But it is the first time he tried to do it during Lavinia’s rule.”
“She killed him because he got blowjob from that woman?”
“No, she killed him because he was there. Think of a nymphomaniac who needs it all day everyday. She’ll fuck the gardener, the garbage man, the mailman, her boss, her husband and his friends. She’ll fuck anyone who is there at the time. That’s Lavinia. The thing is that she needs someone to die every time she fucks. You should be able to see how quickly this could get out of hand. And how long do you think it’s going to take before you end up like the good doctor or Alfred? What happens when the honeymoon phase is over and she finds out that you snore? What do you think she’s thinking when your dick is inside of her? I’m sure it makes you feel like quite the stud to have the Matriarch in love with your dick; a Matriarch who has a fetish for off cutting dicks and preserving the ones she likes in jars.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“First, don’t give me anymore of that ’I had no choice’ shit. I understand the position you are in. But you fell in love with her Clarence. That what the issue is here. You did have a choice about falling in love with her. You know exactly what she’s about and you fell with her anyway. You need to learn to put your penis away when you’re engaging in the politics of this house. Men typically have a very low life expectancy at the table, so low that we rarely waste time bringing them. You come to the table with your dick in your hand and you will get used as a pawn and torn to pieces.”
“Where do we stand now?”
“I carved my name in your chest.”
“That won’t help anything if Lavinia just slices it off later.”
“I’m not talking to Lavinia, I’m talking to YOU!”
“If you’re sister is going to kill me anyway and there is nothing you can do about it…”
Anger was a like a fire in her eyes, “I didn’t say that I can’t do anything about it. What I AM saying to you right now Clarence, is that you better start giving me reason to save you!” She got up and left the room.
As I sat there thinking about what was said, Lavinia’s voice came into my mind: “My sister acts like you made a bad decision. Is that what you think?”
I thought, “No.”
“Your love for me is real. I see where it comes from. When I reach the heights of power, you will remember that you were the only one there with me when I was at my lowest point. When I was there suffering alone on a dirty, piss-stained mattress in the cold basement, you were the only one there to bring me a blanket. You did this in spite of the cruelty I had shown you. I won’t forget that, ever. How many men do you think have chewed my food for me and fed me? None. And that’s exactly how many men I have loved before you. Do you remember when I gave you the choice to walk away or stay? I offered you the opportunity to walk away free with all the money you would ever need. You didn’t take it, instead you chose to stay with a disfigured, crippled woman who you thought would probably kill you sometime in the future. You stayed because you love me. When you stayed, you took my heart in your hands.”
I felt like they were trying to figure out the best place to cut me, in order to split me down the middle. I didn’t see to many choices. I couldn’t turn away from Lavinia just like the Gothic Girl couldn’t just stand up at the table announce herself the Matriarch. Things just don’t work like that. But the Gothic Girl did have a point, Lavinia was too bloodthirsty.
It was an addiction for her. She was addicted to torture and murder like a drug-addict is addicted to his dope. The habit doesn’t slow down, it progressively gets worse. If she’s snatching Jehovah’s Witnesses off the porch today, what will she do tomorrow? I had to ask myself if I was addicted to her, or if I just like her. More and more, I thought and fantasized about the blood-soaked orgy, the feeling of participating in the ultimate taboo. The feeling that you have the power, courage and strength of will to take that route. Was I in love with Lavinia? Or was I in love with that part of myself that was just like her? That hidden, secret and shameful part of myself. Or, was I in love with the way she brought that part of me out, accepted it, validated it, made love with it and nurtured it? It was all of the above, and denying that I truly loved Lavinia would have been like trying to swat away flies while wearing a straight-jacket. However, I also could not deny that I truly loved her sister. It was easy to see why men had such a short life-expectancy at the table.
After lunch, I approached the Gothic Girl. I thought, “I have questions.” She nodded her head and we went to the living room. Her voice said, “I already know your questions, but I want to hear you ask me them out loud.”
I asked, “Is there someone else who comes to the house and does some of the work?”
“Yes. But it is nothing for you to worry about. Go on to your next question.”
“I sense somebody else out there. Who is it?”
She took a deep breath, “It’s not going to make you feel better and it doesn’t concern you anyway. There is someone out there. He helps out around the house and we feed him in return.”
“He takes the body parts?”
“Yes.”
“Does he eat them?”
“Yes.”
She was right, that knowledge did not make me feel any better. I asked, “Is he considered part of the table?”
“No, Clarence, he is not. Let’s just say he has more beast-like characteristics than he does human. You want to stay from him.”
“Aren’t you worried that someone might come around someday asking questions? Doesn‘t anyone get suspicious?”
“That hasn’t happened yet. But now that my sister in charge, a lot more people are going to disappear. Someone will eventually get suspicious. It wouldn‘t be first time something like that happened to house like ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t fool yourself into believing that what we do here is new or unique. Far from it, these rituals have been carried out since the dawn of man and they have continued to be carried out through the ages. Our thing is tribal, ancient and sacred. We live on the fringes of civilized society. In a way, we have never come out of the woods. The Thugs in India did their thing secret for centuries, then they got too large and too many people disappeared. When families like ours are discovered, we always make history due to the unbelievably high body count. You could look through old news articles and easily find the families who have been destroyed by allowing themselves to be discovered. Anytime a killer, or group of killers, has a body count is in the hundreds, its almost always going to be connected to house similar to this one. Sometimes they just catch one individual from a family, like that Holmes guy in Chicago. When you’re in an area where there is an unusually high amount of missing people, that’s usually an area with at least one active family. We are all cousins to each other, we all came from the same place. We were once all united. It isn’t like that anymore. We stay away from each other now. Lavinia intends to change that. If she does, we might end up in the history books with India’s Thugs. When you have a confederation, way too many people come up missing to hide it.”
“Do all these other families use telepathy?”
“Of course, that is the main thing we have in common. The torture and human sacrifice is used to increase our power both as individuals, and as a group. The closer the telepathic is to their primal self, the more powerful they will be. That makes savagery essential for us and every other family like us. The meat strengthens us as well. You’ve felt it. Do you see how quick Lavinia is recovering? That is because of the meat. If the meat brings power, it goes without saying that some will constantly want more. Now, Lavinia is not just hungry for power, she also has sexual needs that require a constant supply of bodies. By the time she’s done, if she ever gets caught, they won’t list her with the other serial killers. They’ll have to put her in the medical books with the infectious diseases. Do you understand what you are a part of here? Do realize just how deep in this shit you really are? What do you think your future is with Lavinia? That doctor worked for this house for years. That wasn’t first time he got a blowjob. But it is the first time he tried to do it during Lavinia’s rule.”
“She killed him because he got blowjob from that woman?”
“No, she killed him because he was there. Think of a nymphomaniac who needs it all day everyday. She’ll fuck the gardener, the garbage man, the mailman, her boss, her husband and his friends. She’ll fuck anyone who is there at the time. That’s Lavinia. The thing is that she needs someone to die every time she fucks. You should be able to see how quickly this could get out of hand. And how long do you think it’s going to take before you end up like the good doctor or Alfred? What happens when the honeymoon phase is over and she finds out that you snore? What do you think she’s thinking when your dick is inside of her? I’m sure it makes you feel like quite the stud to have the Matriarch in love with your dick; a Matriarch who has a fetish for off cutting dicks and preserving the ones she likes in jars.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“First, don’t give me anymore of that ’I had no choice’ shit. I understand the position you are in. But you fell in love with her Clarence. That what the issue is here. You did have a choice about falling in love with her. You know exactly what she’s about and you fell with her anyway. You need to learn to put your penis away when you’re engaging in the politics of this house. Men typically have a very low life expectancy at the table, so low that we rarely waste time bringing them. You come to the table with your dick in your hand and you will get used as a pawn and torn to pieces.”
“Where do we stand now?”
“I carved my name in your chest.”
“That won’t help anything if Lavinia just slices it off later.”
“I’m not talking to Lavinia, I’m talking to YOU!”
“If you’re sister is going to kill me anyway and there is nothing you can do about it…”
Anger was a like a fire in her eyes, “I didn’t say that I can’t do anything about it. What I AM saying to you right now Clarence, is that you better start giving me reason to save you!” She got up and left the room.
As I sat there thinking about what was said, Lavinia’s voice came into my mind: “My sister acts like you made a bad decision. Is that what you think?”
I thought, “No.”
“Your love for me is real. I see where it comes from. When I reach the heights of power, you will remember that you were the only one there with me when I was at my lowest point. When I was there suffering alone on a dirty, piss-stained mattress in the cold basement, you were the only one there to bring me a blanket. You did this in spite of the cruelty I had shown you. I won’t forget that, ever. How many men do you think have chewed my food for me and fed me? None. And that’s exactly how many men I have loved before you. Do you remember when I gave you the choice to walk away or stay? I offered you the opportunity to walk away free with all the money you would ever need. You didn’t take it, instead you chose to stay with a disfigured, crippled woman who you thought would probably kill you sometime in the future. You stayed because you love me. When you stayed, you took my heart in your hands.”
I felt like they were trying to figure out the best place to cut me, in order to split me down the middle. I didn’t see to many choices. I couldn’t turn away from Lavinia just like the Gothic Girl couldn’t just stand up at the table announce herself the Matriarch. Things just don’t work like that. But the Gothic Girl did have a point, Lavinia was too bloodthirsty.
It was an addiction for her. She was addicted to torture and murder like a drug-addict is addicted to his dope. The habit doesn’t slow down, it progressively gets worse. If she’s snatching Jehovah’s Witnesses off the porch today, what will she do tomorrow? I had to ask myself if I was addicted to her, or if I just like her. More and more, I thought and fantasized about the blood-soaked orgy, the feeling of participating in the ultimate taboo. The feeling that you have the power, courage and strength of will to take that route. Was I in love with Lavinia? Or was I in love with that part of myself that was just like her? That hidden, secret and shameful part of myself. Or, was I in love with the way she brought that part of me out, accepted it, validated it, made love with it and nurtured it? It was all of the above, and denying that I truly loved Lavinia would have been like trying to swat away flies while wearing a straight-jacket. However, I also could not deny that I truly loved her sister. It was easy to see why men had such a short life-expectancy at the table.
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