I watched the streetlights pass by in the night. As I rode in the passenger seat of the Lincoln, The Duchess at the wheel, she hummed the melody to “Close to You” so sweetly. I dozed off and fell asleep, my forehead pressed against the cold glass.
I woke up on a grey cement floor. I sat up and looked around. I was a large cell. There were no windows, just a heavy steel door. There was a wood table in the middle of the cell. The Duchess was seated at the table in the only chair. Other than that, the cell was empty except for an aluminum bucket in a corner. The only light in the cell came from a dim yellow bulb on the ceiling.
The Duchess’ long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a long black leather skirt with a royal-blue turtle-neck sweater and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes. Leather gloves covered her hands. A platinum skull pendent hung between her breasts.
She took a sip from a steaming hot cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. She didn’t speak with her lips. I heard her voice in my mind, “This is a hard room to be alone in, especially when the light is off. One is left alone with their thoughts, their fear, their sadness. Do you remember your first experience with solitude in a dark empty room?” Images from my earliest years flashed through my mind. “Do you remember the emotions you felt?” I saw myself screaming alone in an apartment without furniture. My eyes became hot and wet as I saw the tears flow from the eyes of the image of my early self.
The light went out in the room and a sudden wave of terror swept over me. I heard myself screaming. An intense mixture of fear and despair gripped me, it felt as if my insides were being crushed. The feeling was very familiar, though I didn’t remember experiencing such a deep and painful anguish ever before. The pain was worsened by a yearning, a longing, a question in my mind that would not stop repeating itself, ‘Where is she?’
The light came back on. I felt a tremendous sense of relief when I saw The Duchess still seated at the table. Her voice said, “It’s okay Clarence. I’m still here. Does it make you feel better to know that I’m still in the room with you? Would you like to spend the next two days in here alone in the dark? I could go lay down in the other room, curl up in a blanket and torture you with your own thoughts.” I saw myself naked, huddled in a corner of the cell trembling, covered in my own feces.
“Do you want me to stay in here with you Clarence? You know that you can’t lie to me. I’m inside your head. I know that you desperately hope I will stay, while you anticipate my departure. In order for me to stay, I will need to be entertained. How far are you willing to go to keep me entertained Clarence?” Images of her naked body flashed in my mind. I remembered the sight of her glistening, wet flesh when I bathed her. I remembered having my face pressed against her bare thighs as she held my head under the water until everything went black. A wave of euphoria, combined with a feeling of security and relief, swept over me. I felt her arms around my neck as she pulled me to her breasts and held me. “CLARENCE!” I looked up to see her still seated at the table smoking.
“How come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the ‘Clarence’ you present to the world around you?” The word ‘PRETENDER’ flashed in my mind in big black letters. “More importantly, how come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the person you believe yourself to be?” The word ‘DENIAL’ followed by the word, ‘INEFFECTUAL’ flashed in my head.
“Why are you lying on the floor like a loathsome animal that lacks dignity. Stand up!” I rose to my feet. “Take off your clothes.” I hesitated. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want to do everything, and anything, I tell you to do.” I removed my clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor.
“You have a nice cock.” A comforting warmth covered my body accompanied by a budding pride. “How does it make you feel when a woman can’t get enough of your cock?” The words ‘MASCULINE’ ‘ALIVE’ ‘CONTENT’ flashed in my mind. “Masculine, alive and content huh? Content…that’s interesting. So, I’m guessing that when you’re fucking, that’s the only time you are able to completely focus on your only strength, and thereby allow yourself to ignore the fact that you are stupid, incompetent, cowardly and lazy. When you bust that nut it’s sort of like your moment of glory, like a runner bursting through the tape with his arms outstretched as he crosses the finish line. That’s your special moment to escape the undeniable fact that you are such a fucking disappointment.” The word ‘FAILURE’ flashed repeatedly in my mind. I felt my shoulders slump; my dick hung limp; a mockery of my manhood. The Duchess began humming “Close to You” again.
“Come closer to the table.” I took a couple steps toward her. “Closer.” I took a few more reluctant steps. “Kneel down. On your knees.” I hesitated. “What? Am I not good enough for you to kneel before? I’m the woman who saved your pathetic wasted life. I pulled you out the car and stood over you, rifle in hand, defending you as you laid curled up in a ball on the ground. I didn’t leave you at Medea’s, I was outside waiting for you; while your punk-ass was inside betraying me. ME! The woman who rode side by side with you in the trenches, the woman who protected you. You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving. You can sit in here by yourself.” I got down on my knees. The Duchess put her cigarette out on the table, never speaking. Her expression didn’t change, her dark sunglasses stared through me, consuming me like a star being swallowed by a black hole.
“Do you want me to suck your dick? Hahaha…And the question prompts you to visualize me with your cock in my mouth. Do you want to fuck me Clarence? Ohhhh…you do! You want to bend me over this table, pull my skirt up and give me a hard, savage fuck from behind. Do you think that I’d let you fuck me if you put your head between my thighs and kiss and lick and suck on my clit until I cum? HaHaHaHa…you hope so. I’m flattered that you fantasize about me, but I’m not into men Clarence. Maybe you can convince me to make an exception. You hope so, right?
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll stand up, take off my skirt, push my red lace panties down to my knees and lean over the desk. Then you can bury your face in my ass and lick my asshole while I get myself off. Would you do that for me Clarence?” My mind said ‘YES’. “Will you be my ass-licking slut-boy? Yes? Then say it. Say it out loud. Tell me you’ll be my ass-licking slut-boy!” I said out loud, “I’ll be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“I want you to beg. You want it bad enough. You want to lick my ass more than I want you to do it. Beg! Beg me to let you be my ass-licking slut-boy!”
“Please Duchess…I beg you…please let me be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“You’re a sorry excuse for a man Clarence. What you just did made me lose what little respect I had for you. I wouldn’t even let you lick my ass Clarence. I’d rather have a dog do it.” Disappointment and frustration clawed at my insides, my desire turned to anger and hate. “Ohhh…Will the real Clarence cooome oooon dowwwn! There you are, you two-faced bastard. You must be the guy who cut off that woman’s nipples with a box-cutter and tore her clit off with a pair of pliers. You’re a real fucking gentleman, you know that Clarence? Lilith, Lenore, The Fallen Angel, The Jehovah’s Witness…what the hell did she do? You raped all those women. How does that make you feel?” I felt like I was sinking down into the floor, smothered by guilt and shame.
“You’re frustrated because you’re a fucking worthless ineffectual fraction of a man, a waste of fucking life, so you take your frustration and rage out on some innocent woman who had nothing to do with you being a fucking idiot. Why don’t you go rape your mother Clarence? You fucking momma’s boy. That’s the woman who turned you into a fucking idiot. Let’s see you visualize that Clarence! Visualize fucking your mother hard and deep in the ass! HaHaHaHa…you’re a sick motherfucker Clarence! You just imagined what it would feel like to push your long, hard dick up your mother‘s…” I screamed out, “ENOUGH! STOP! PLEASE STOP!”
“It’s okay Clarence. Your time started when you woke up. That was about 20 minutes ago. Just think, you only have 47 hours and 40 minutes to go. Maybe I’ll bring someone in to announce the time every minute. You’d find out just how long a minute can take to pass. Nothing tortures like time, when ten minutes grinds by agonizingly slow, making it seem like an hour.” The cement floor made my knees ache, the pain shot up my body to my neck. My head began to pound.
“Only 47 hours and 39 minutes to go Clarence. You look tired. You must be very exhausted after these past days. You’ve had very little sleep. When is the last time you curled up under nice, thick, warm comforter, with plump, cold fluffy pillow?” Her voice hummed “Close to You” in my mind. I saw myself falling backward onto a mountain of red feathers. My eyes grew heavy, my knees felt like they were being crushed against the edge of a sharp rock.
“47 hours and 38 minutes left Clarence. Are you hungry?” The smell of roasted meat and French fries filled my nostrils. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. “There is something for you to eat in that bucket over there Clarence. Go look!” I was relieved to get off my knees. When I looked down into the bucket, I saw a man’s severed genitals. A large brown cockroach crawled over it. I coughed, retched and vomited bile. The stomach acids came out my nose, burning my nostrils causing my eyes to water.
“47 hours and 37 minutes Clarence. How would you like that to be your dick and balls in the bucket Clarence? I’ll saw your shit off with an old, dull and rusty hacksaw. Would that be a fitting punishment? No? What would be a fitting punishment Clarence?” My mind involuntarily replied, “For you to use me however you want.”
“Use you however I want huh? Your entire being is crying out for me to take you and use you however I want. How the fuck do you equate me fulfilling your desires with punishment? You’re one simple-minded motherfucker, you know that Clarence? Now that you’ve wasted your opportunity to choose your own punishment, I’ll choose. That means that you’re too much of a goddamn moron to look out for your own best interest and select a punishment you can handle.” I thought how relieved I was that she had stopped the countdown.
“47 hours and 36 minutes Clarence. If you want to stop the countdown. You have to eat the roach.” ‘FUCK NO’ flashed in my mind. “Fuck no, huh? I want you to eat the roach, for me, because I say so. You will do whatever I want, not because you’re trapped in a cell with me, not because I’m inside your head; but because you want to do whatever I want. It will please me if you eat the roach Clarence. To tell you truth, it will touch me to watch you do something that absolutely repulses you, to willingly cross your own lines, because you know that it will please me. You remember how easy it was to drink the cup of urine. This is just as easy. Just let go, turn your will over to me, bend down and pick up the cockroach. Now shove it in your mouth, chew it quickly and swallow it. Goood boooy Clarence.” I choked and gagged on the roach, I vomited again on the floor. I leaned against the wall and threw up roach legs and bile until my chest and throat ached from the dry heaves.
“Good job Clarence! I’m so impressed that I’m tempted to reward you by allowing you to lick my ass. But now that you’ve got the dick eating roach all over your tongue, I think I’ll pass.” I began coughing and dry heaving again. The Duchess lit another cigarette. She hadn’t yet spoken a word out loud, got up from her chair, changed the expression on her face or touched me.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 11
I sat between two of the veiled women in the backseat of Medea’s Lexus. Anna drove, Medea rode shotgun. Suzanne and the other two veiled women followed behind us in a black Blazer. As we drove up the dark rode leading to the house, I saw The Duchess’ black Lincoln pulling up the driveway, followed by Antigone’s Cutlass. All the lights in the house were on. I saw Black Sally standing on the porch wearing a full length black leather coat, her curly blonde hair protruding out the sides of a black stocking cap, she held the German Shepherd on a leash at her side.
When we got inside, everyone followed Black Sally to the dining room. The room was lit by candles, the table was bare. Lavinia sat at the head of the table in her wheelchair wearing a blood-red Victorian gown. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her black wooden mask with the red-stripe down the middle faced straight ahead. Damijana stood against the wall behind her sister. Lilith and Octavia stood with her, all three wore black sweaters and long black skirts. Sally took a position against the wall next to Damijana. I went to stand with them, Lavinia stopped me, “No Clarence, you sit here!” she ordered, pointing to the seat on her right.
The Duchess sat down in a chair at the middle of the table, Antigone and the twins stood behind her. Medea sat down directly across from her. Anna, Suzanne and the four veiled women stood behind her. The room was tense. I felt beads sweat break out on my forhead.
The Duchess broke the silence, “Lavinia, I put everything on the line to fight on your side in this war.”
Lavinia quickly replied, “Your assistance is deeply appreciated Duchess.”
“Then what’s with positioning Medea to be Second-Chair of this council you’re gonna set up?”
“As you know, I changed the structure of the table in this house. We no longer use the old system. There are two Second-Chair positions at my table. I intend to structure the table of the ruling council the same way.”
Medea said, “That’s a very convenient set-up. That way you keep the Second-Chairs fighting, plotting and defending themselves against each other, instead of against you. I’m going to set up my table the same way when I take over my house.”
The Duchess challenged, “‘When’ you take over your house. What are we talking hypothetical fucking situations here? Lavinia had the head of her predecessor chopped off and dropped in the shitter. I made mine dig her own grave before I shot her and buried her in it. You’re not on our level yet. At this point, you don’t have any more right to a Second-Chair position than Antigone. What? Are you expecting privileges just because you’re from the Amazons?”
Medea replied, “Yes! As a matter of fact I do expect privileges just because I’m from the Amazons. My house is bigger than both of your houses combined. I wasn’t invited to this party for my charming personality. I was called here because you cannot overthrow The Old Ladies without us on your side. The current Matriarch of my house would never deal with you two, especially YOU.” Medea pointed at The Duchess and continued, “Now, I AM willing to deal with Lavinia and even you, Duchess. So the situation here is that you need my house’s crown on your side, and the only way that will happen is if I am wearing that crown.”
Lavinia said, “Duchess, we do need Medea on our side. We will make sure that she ascends to Matriarch of her house quickly.”
The Duchess asked, “Do I get a share of her house since I’ll be helping her take it over?”
Lavinia replied, “Duchess, whatever your problem is, we must clear the air right now.”
“The problem is that Clarence is making backroom deals with Medea, with your knowledge and on your behalf, trying to cut me out of everything.”
Lavinia said, “Nobody is cutting you out. You are guaranteed the second highest position on the council.”
“BULLSHIT! You’re telling me I have to share that seat.”
“That is correct. You will share Second-Chair at a table that will rule over ALL the other houses and Matriarchs. That is a substantial increase in power for you. Your house is not strong enough to maintain that power without someone else coming along and taking it away. The only way all of our power will be secure is if we work together. Duchess, believe me, you will be grateful for the fact that you’ll be sharing your seat with the Matriarch of the largest and most militant house in existence. There are other Matriarchs out there talking about us and uniting against us as we speak. Our alliance has everyone on edge. The Old Ladies are well aware of what we‘re doing. They have already made appeals to Medea‘s Matriarch in an effort to get to the Amazons on their side.”
The Duchess asked, “What about this shit with Clarence? He made a deal with Medea that he’ll look out for her best interests after yours? And their deal is that he will ONLY look after you and Medea‘s interests.”
Lavinia answered, “Clarence is required to honor any commitments he made to Medea. However, those commitments must be tailored so that The Duchess is not cut-off from utilizing Clarence as a resource. The Duchess is not to be prohibited from demanding Clarence’s service as long as that service doesn’t interfere with, or undermine, mine or Medea’s relationships with Clarence.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that you will still have access to Clarence. It means Clarence’s deal with Medea now has ‘except for The Duchess’ attached to it. It means that you have nothing else to complain about as your issues have been addressed.”
The Duchess lit a cigarette, “Not all of my issues have been addressed. You still have a skill you’re supposed to teach me. But we can deal with that later. Clarence tried to fuck me over! It’s not in any of our best interests to let him get away with it.”
Lavinia asked, “What do you require of Clarence?”
“I want some alone time with him, and I want to be able to get into his head during that time.”
“How long?”
I focused on Lavinia and thought, “Please don’t…” I blacked out. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor by the table, my pants were wet. I had pissed myself. I saw The Duchess standing above me. She knelt down by head, “Damn Clarence! Are you okay? You just fell out and started having a seizure right in the middle of our little pow-wow. That’s fucked up that you’re Matriarch can make you have seizure on demand. I have good news for you though. Lavinia said I get to spend two whole days with you. TWO WHOLE DAYS! Are you excited?”
I looked around the dining room. Everyone was gone, except The Duchess and me. I looked up at The Duchess’ beautiful, almost angelic, smiling face framed by long curly red hair. The Duchess’ didn’t speak with her mouth, but I heard her voice clearly in my head, “Clarence, Clarence, Clarence. Your mind is a scaaarrry place Clarence. I don’t see how you ever get any sleep with all those demons raging between your ears. I’m guessing it is because you aren’t consciously aware of them. Hopefully…during our time together, you will be able to become reacquainted with some of those demons. Maybe we’ll explore some of these highly intriguing repressed memories I’m thumbing through right now. Maybe I’ll manufacture some new ones and make you suffer through memories of things that never really occurred. Did you know that’s how they tricked Medea into killing her parents and siblings?
“PUNISHMENT! I love the word. It’s not often that I get the opportunity to administer actual punishment. Sure, I do the whole torture thing, but usually it’s not punishment. My victims usually don’t deserve their suffering anymore than a cow deserves to be turned into a jacket and a cheeseburger. When we tortured The Great Sathanas’ guys, that wasn’t punishment. They didn’t learn a lesson from it, they’re dead. When I shot Theresa in the face, that wasn’t punishment either. Again, no lesson learned, Theresa is just dead. You, on the other hand, are to be PUNISHED. That means that I am to teach you through the suffering I inflict on you. You can take comfort in the fact that your suffering will not only serve as a lesson for you, but it will also be a lesson for others who may be inclined to make the same mistake you did. We can’t have every asshole who is lucky enough to be ‘chosen’ running around stabbing us in the back and instigating fights between us. You will have to suffer in such a way, and to such a degree, that it will teach others not to go down the foolish, but tempting, path of acting as a courtier in our houses. The Goddess placed you here to serve us, not sabotage us. By the time our 48 hours together is up, you will understand this.”
When we got inside, everyone followed Black Sally to the dining room. The room was lit by candles, the table was bare. Lavinia sat at the head of the table in her wheelchair wearing a blood-red Victorian gown. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her black wooden mask with the red-stripe down the middle faced straight ahead. Damijana stood against the wall behind her sister. Lilith and Octavia stood with her, all three wore black sweaters and long black skirts. Sally took a position against the wall next to Damijana. I went to stand with them, Lavinia stopped me, “No Clarence, you sit here!” she ordered, pointing to the seat on her right.
The Duchess sat down in a chair at the middle of the table, Antigone and the twins stood behind her. Medea sat down directly across from her. Anna, Suzanne and the four veiled women stood behind her. The room was tense. I felt beads sweat break out on my forhead.
The Duchess broke the silence, “Lavinia, I put everything on the line to fight on your side in this war.”
Lavinia quickly replied, “Your assistance is deeply appreciated Duchess.”
“Then what’s with positioning Medea to be Second-Chair of this council you’re gonna set up?”
“As you know, I changed the structure of the table in this house. We no longer use the old system. There are two Second-Chair positions at my table. I intend to structure the table of the ruling council the same way.”
Medea said, “That’s a very convenient set-up. That way you keep the Second-Chairs fighting, plotting and defending themselves against each other, instead of against you. I’m going to set up my table the same way when I take over my house.”
The Duchess challenged, “‘When’ you take over your house. What are we talking hypothetical fucking situations here? Lavinia had the head of her predecessor chopped off and dropped in the shitter. I made mine dig her own grave before I shot her and buried her in it. You’re not on our level yet. At this point, you don’t have any more right to a Second-Chair position than Antigone. What? Are you expecting privileges just because you’re from the Amazons?”
Medea replied, “Yes! As a matter of fact I do expect privileges just because I’m from the Amazons. My house is bigger than both of your houses combined. I wasn’t invited to this party for my charming personality. I was called here because you cannot overthrow The Old Ladies without us on your side. The current Matriarch of my house would never deal with you two, especially YOU.” Medea pointed at The Duchess and continued, “Now, I AM willing to deal with Lavinia and even you, Duchess. So the situation here is that you need my house’s crown on your side, and the only way that will happen is if I am wearing that crown.”
Lavinia said, “Duchess, we do need Medea on our side. We will make sure that she ascends to Matriarch of her house quickly.”
The Duchess asked, “Do I get a share of her house since I’ll be helping her take it over?”
Lavinia replied, “Duchess, whatever your problem is, we must clear the air right now.”
“The problem is that Clarence is making backroom deals with Medea, with your knowledge and on your behalf, trying to cut me out of everything.”
Lavinia said, “Nobody is cutting you out. You are guaranteed the second highest position on the council.”
“BULLSHIT! You’re telling me I have to share that seat.”
“That is correct. You will share Second-Chair at a table that will rule over ALL the other houses and Matriarchs. That is a substantial increase in power for you. Your house is not strong enough to maintain that power without someone else coming along and taking it away. The only way all of our power will be secure is if we work together. Duchess, believe me, you will be grateful for the fact that you’ll be sharing your seat with the Matriarch of the largest and most militant house in existence. There are other Matriarchs out there talking about us and uniting against us as we speak. Our alliance has everyone on edge. The Old Ladies are well aware of what we‘re doing. They have already made appeals to Medea‘s Matriarch in an effort to get to the Amazons on their side.”
The Duchess asked, “What about this shit with Clarence? He made a deal with Medea that he’ll look out for her best interests after yours? And their deal is that he will ONLY look after you and Medea‘s interests.”
Lavinia answered, “Clarence is required to honor any commitments he made to Medea. However, those commitments must be tailored so that The Duchess is not cut-off from utilizing Clarence as a resource. The Duchess is not to be prohibited from demanding Clarence’s service as long as that service doesn’t interfere with, or undermine, mine or Medea’s relationships with Clarence.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that you will still have access to Clarence. It means Clarence’s deal with Medea now has ‘except for The Duchess’ attached to it. It means that you have nothing else to complain about as your issues have been addressed.”
The Duchess lit a cigarette, “Not all of my issues have been addressed. You still have a skill you’re supposed to teach me. But we can deal with that later. Clarence tried to fuck me over! It’s not in any of our best interests to let him get away with it.”
Lavinia asked, “What do you require of Clarence?”
“I want some alone time with him, and I want to be able to get into his head during that time.”
“How long?”
I focused on Lavinia and thought, “Please don’t…” I blacked out. When I woke up, I was lying on the floor by the table, my pants were wet. I had pissed myself. I saw The Duchess standing above me. She knelt down by head, “Damn Clarence! Are you okay? You just fell out and started having a seizure right in the middle of our little pow-wow. That’s fucked up that you’re Matriarch can make you have seizure on demand. I have good news for you though. Lavinia said I get to spend two whole days with you. TWO WHOLE DAYS! Are you excited?”
I looked around the dining room. Everyone was gone, except The Duchess and me. I looked up at The Duchess’ beautiful, almost angelic, smiling face framed by long curly red hair. The Duchess’ didn’t speak with her mouth, but I heard her voice clearly in my head, “Clarence, Clarence, Clarence. Your mind is a scaaarrry place Clarence. I don’t see how you ever get any sleep with all those demons raging between your ears. I’m guessing it is because you aren’t consciously aware of them. Hopefully…during our time together, you will be able to become reacquainted with some of those demons. Maybe we’ll explore some of these highly intriguing repressed memories I’m thumbing through right now. Maybe I’ll manufacture some new ones and make you suffer through memories of things that never really occurred. Did you know that’s how they tricked Medea into killing her parents and siblings?
“PUNISHMENT! I love the word. It’s not often that I get the opportunity to administer actual punishment. Sure, I do the whole torture thing, but usually it’s not punishment. My victims usually don’t deserve their suffering anymore than a cow deserves to be turned into a jacket and a cheeseburger. When we tortured The Great Sathanas’ guys, that wasn’t punishment. They didn’t learn a lesson from it, they’re dead. When I shot Theresa in the face, that wasn’t punishment either. Again, no lesson learned, Theresa is just dead. You, on the other hand, are to be PUNISHED. That means that I am to teach you through the suffering I inflict on you. You can take comfort in the fact that your suffering will not only serve as a lesson for you, but it will also be a lesson for others who may be inclined to make the same mistake you did. We can’t have every asshole who is lucky enough to be ‘chosen’ running around stabbing us in the back and instigating fights between us. You will have to suffer in such a way, and to such a degree, that it will teach others not to go down the foolish, but tempting, path of acting as a courtier in our houses. The Goddess placed you here to serve us, not sabotage us. By the time our 48 hours together is up, you will understand this.”
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 9
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 8
We all waited in the living-room while Lavinia worked her magic upstairs. Antigone and the twins stood with their backs to wall on one side of the room. Damijana, Black Sally and I did the same on the opposite side. The Duchess removed her Chinchilla and tossed it on the couch. The German Shepherd on Sally’s leash growled and bared his teeth at The Duchess. Damijana gripped her machete, gently tapping the tip of the blade against the wall behind her. The Duchess sat down and said, “You know, even barbarians believe in hospitality.”
Sally replied, “If the savages and barbarians hadn’t believed in hospitality, the world would still belong to the savages and barbarians.”
The Duchess tilted her head to the side and smiled, “I’m glad that’s not the case. I wouldn’t want to live this way if everyone else was doing it. I’ll remember to pack my own refreshments next time because the Kastelics are too hardcore to offer their guests a cup of coffee and something sweet.”
Ira entered without being noticeably summoned. Damijana said, “Bring us some coffee and cake.” Ira nodded her head and returned to the kitchen. The Duchess rubbed her hands together excitedly and said, “I’ll be surprised if we get to Sathanas before one of his associates kills him. We haven’t even got started yet and he’s already willing to pay us to leave him alone. After tonight, he’ll be isolated.”
Damijana asked, “Why did you go after The Fallen Angel? You know that we‘re not supposed to attack other Matriarchs without a very good reason.”
The Duchess said, “Why? Is it so we can create a community of telepathics and protect each other? Since I’ve been in this, it’s never been about creating and protecting communities. When I came in, the older women in the house taught me to realize my power through my own suffering and to strengthen myself through the suffering of others. They sent me out to hunt, torture and kill. In my house, if you haven’t done those things, then you’re not a member of ANY house. The Fallen Angel tried to call herself a Matriarch without having any blood on her hands, without bringing any sacrifices to the altar, without consuming the meat.”
Damijana stepped away from the wall, took a seat across from The Duchess and asked, “How did your house find you?” Ira returned with a silver tray loaded with coffee and cake. She set it on the coffee table between Damijana and The Duchess.
The Duchess poured herself a cup coffee and said, “I was a runaway. They found me on the street. An old lady came along offering me food and a safe place. She looked wealthy. I figured that I’d eat her food, warm-up and rob her later that night. When I got the house, the women beat me to the floor as soon I walked in the door. They tore my clothes off and tied me to a pole. Then they brought in a girl I knew from the street. She was about my age. They tortured her right in front of me. I remember the hot piss running down my thigh, when I saw them cut her open and remove her liver. They passed it around, eating it raw. Then the Matriarch shoved a handful of the meat into my mouth, held it shut and forced me to swallow. I don’t know how long I was tied to the pole. It could have been a day. It could have been a month. I was too busy screaming to worry about the time. They stuck needles in me, they burned me, they whipped me, they pulled out four of my teeth. They tore off my fingernails and toenails. They cut off my hair. They untied my ankles and held my legs spread apart, then they fucked me with baseball-bats until they had to pull me down and sew me up to stop the bleeding. Then they put me in a coffin and buried me alive behind the house. I had the opportunity to do a lot of soul-searching while I was in that coffin, staring into a darkness that a person who hasn’t experienced it could never comprehend. I thought I was suffering through my last hours of existence. I prayed for it to end, for death to just come quickly. Death didn’t come. The members of the house dug me up and healed me. Here I am resurrected.”
Damijana said, “You got your revenge though, didn’t you?”
“That’s not revenge, just like Lavinia killing Antonija was not revenge. That’s just the way this game is played.”
“So you expect to be murdered by your predecessor?”
The Duchess looked over at Antigone, “You don’t become a Matriarch by getting elected. The title doesn’t go to the prettiest, smartest or most graceful. This isn’t a fucking beauty pageant. There is only one road leading to the crown, murder. When that changes, all of these houses will fall.”
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. We all went out into the hallway. The three zombies stood motionless at the bottom of the stairs. All three stared at the ground. Chris foamed at the mouth. We placed Chris and the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. We put the man who had been tied to the cross in the trunk of The Duchess’ car. I looked at the house before getting in the passenger seat of the Lincoln. I focused on Lavinia and thought, “I love you.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind like a cool, refreshing breeze on a stifling summer day, “Clarence, your love is of tremendous value to me. I love you as much as you love me, if not more. I didn’t have to force, or manipulate, you into loving me or giving me your loyalty and obedience. You have given all of this to me out of your own free will. I’m not used to that. When I was crippled and disfigured, your loyalty increased rather than decreasing. That is devotion. I do not take your devotion for granted. Now go, you have work to do.” I felt a pair of soft, full lips kiss my cheek, but there was nobody at my side. Anguish filled my heart as I wondered what it must be like to exist behind that mask, without the ability to press your lips against the flesh of the one you love; without the ability to receive a kiss on the lips in return.
The Duchess yelled, “LET’S GO!” I hopped in the car. We drove into the city, followed by Antigone and the twins in the Cutlass. The streetlights had just come on as the last remaining light in the sky faded away. We pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. As we slowed down to go over the speed-bumps, I looked out the window at the groups of young men hanging out in front of the buildings. Some were drinking, some were smoking; some laughed, while others fought. A heavy-set man with coal black skin and dreadlocks threw a gang sign at us. The Duchess stopped several feet away from the man. A group of young men came to his side and began yelling at our car. One of the young men lifted his shirt to show us the pistol he had tucked in pants. Antigone’s Cutlass came to a stop behind us. The Duchess said, “These guys right here, these are the guys The Great Sathanas uses as muscle. They’re getting ready to come looking for us. I figured we’d save them the drive.”
The heavy-set man approached the car. He raised his arms and yelled at me, “Wassup punk? You lookin’ for something?” The Duchess popped the trunk. When the heavy-set man saw the zombie climb out of the trunk, I saw him mouth the words, “WHAT THE FUCK” but no sound came out of his mouth. The man reached under his shirt. Before he could pull his weapon, the zombie was on top of him, tearing away the flesh of the man’s face with his teeth. Antigone let the other two zombies out. Gunfire erupted.
The Duchess ducked, opened her car door, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car with her, as she threw herself to the ground. She fell in a puddle of oil and water, soiling her Chinchilla. She sat up and looked at the stained arms and front of her coat. Bullets ricocheted off a dumpster behind her. She screamed, “LOOK AT THIS SHIT!” She stared at me wide-eyed while pointing at her soiled coat. I laid on the ground, curled up in the fetal position, my arms covering my head. Gunshots and screams filled the night air.
Antigone rushed to The Duchess side and asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” The Duchess replied, “Am I okay?” She pointed at her coat, “Do I look okay to you?” She stood up, pulled off her coat and threw it on the ground in front of the dumpster. Antigone yelled, “GET DOWN!” The Duchess continued her tirade as she walked to the trunk of her car, bullets whizzing past her head, “PUNK-MOTHER-FUCKERS!” She pulled an assault rifle from the trunk and opened fire. I couldn’t see what she was shooting at, or if she was hitting it. All I saw was the empty shells bouncing off the asphalt.
Antigone shouted, “DUCHESS! WE HAVE TO GO!” Then she scrambled back to the bullet-riddled Cutlass and climbed in the driver’s seat. The Duchess slammed another clip into her rifle and yelled at me, “CLARENCE! GET BACK IN THE CAR!” Then she opened fire again. When her second clip was empty, all the gunfire had stopped. I jumped to my feet and climbed over the driver’s seat into the passenger side. When I looked out the window, I saw all the fallen young men, their white shirts soaked in blood, the zombies tearing away and consuming their flesh. The night had gone silent except for the sounds of screams and distant sirens.
The Duchess threw her rifle in the trunk, slammed it shut and she hopped in the car. Antigone turned her car around in the parking lot and pulled out. We followed right behind. I looked at The Duchess and asked, “What about the zombies? What will the police do when they find them?”
The Duchess answered, “The zombies will be laid out like the dead when the police get there. They’ll take them to the morgue with the other dead people.”
“Did we get all of Sathanas’ guys?”
The Duchess laughed, “What do you mean ‘we’? You were on the ground curled up in a ball. But to answer question, we got enough of them. Those gangsters weren’t loyal to Sathanas, they were loyal to the money he paid them. After this…after the survivors go tell their friends about seeing people being eaten by fucking zombies…there is no gang on the face of this earth that is going to connect themselves to Sathanas. He’s done. What you need to be worried about is your meeting with Medea. You’re not out of danger yet Clarence. The night is still young.”
I asked, “How come I’m meeting with the Second-Chair of this house and not the Matriarch.”
“You should know by now that the Second-Chair has four functions; they enforce discipline in the house, they see that the Matriarch’s orders are carried out by the members of the house, they deal with minor problems so the Matriarch doesn’t have to worry about them and most importantly, they plot to murder the Matriarch and take her crown. That’s what Second-Chair does. So when you’re meeting with a Second-Chair, you’re usually meeting the next Matriarch of that house. Medea comes from one of the largest and most bellicose houses in existence. When they’re not at war with outsiders, they’re warring with another house. When they’re not warring with another house, they go to war with each other. Usually, they’re doing a combination of those things all at once. Their roots go back to the kingdom of Dahomey. They used women as warriors. An exceptionally vicious and brutal cult grew out of that practice. That cult still lives on in the shadows today. That’s who we’re on our way to see.”
“Is there anything I need to know before I meet her?”
“What’s there for you to know? They say Medea can tear man’s heart with her bare hands. If I was you, I wouldn’t assume they mean that figuratively. She places no value on human life, none whatsoever. Rumor has it that she murdered her own parents and siblings. I suggest that you maintain a degree of distance from her, don’t be ashamed to hide behind your Matriarch. You DO NOT want to be present at one Medea’s rituals and whatever you do, whatever she does, DON’T FUCK HER! If she fucks a man, she kills him. And from I understand, she likes to fuck a lot.”
“Wait a minute…you said that I will naturally serve the Keepers of the Altar. If she tells me to do something…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You belong to Lavinia. While that may not be generally approved of, it’s known. Even Medea doesn’t want problems with Lavinia, not if she can avoid it. She won’t force you to fuck her. But if you if spend too much time with her, she will be tempted. She’ll seek to seduce rather than force. That way she can lay the blame on you; when she fucks you, tears your heart out and eats it.”
I turned my head and stared out the window. Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t be afraid of Medea. She is a woman who believes in honor. She has heard of your loyalty and respects it. She will tempt you and she will test you. If you fall to temptation or fail her tests, she will kill you. It‘s your responsibility not to fall or fail.”
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Sally replied, “If the savages and barbarians hadn’t believed in hospitality, the world would still belong to the savages and barbarians.”
The Duchess tilted her head to the side and smiled, “I’m glad that’s not the case. I wouldn’t want to live this way if everyone else was doing it. I’ll remember to pack my own refreshments next time because the Kastelics are too hardcore to offer their guests a cup of coffee and something sweet.”
Ira entered without being noticeably summoned. Damijana said, “Bring us some coffee and cake.” Ira nodded her head and returned to the kitchen. The Duchess rubbed her hands together excitedly and said, “I’ll be surprised if we get to Sathanas before one of his associates kills him. We haven’t even got started yet and he’s already willing to pay us to leave him alone. After tonight, he’ll be isolated.”
Damijana asked, “Why did you go after The Fallen Angel? You know that we‘re not supposed to attack other Matriarchs without a very good reason.”
The Duchess said, “Why? Is it so we can create a community of telepathics and protect each other? Since I’ve been in this, it’s never been about creating and protecting communities. When I came in, the older women in the house taught me to realize my power through my own suffering and to strengthen myself through the suffering of others. They sent me out to hunt, torture and kill. In my house, if you haven’t done those things, then you’re not a member of ANY house. The Fallen Angel tried to call herself a Matriarch without having any blood on her hands, without bringing any sacrifices to the altar, without consuming the meat.”
Damijana stepped away from the wall, took a seat across from The Duchess and asked, “How did your house find you?” Ira returned with a silver tray loaded with coffee and cake. She set it on the coffee table between Damijana and The Duchess.
The Duchess poured herself a cup coffee and said, “I was a runaway. They found me on the street. An old lady came along offering me food and a safe place. She looked wealthy. I figured that I’d eat her food, warm-up and rob her later that night. When I got the house, the women beat me to the floor as soon I walked in the door. They tore my clothes off and tied me to a pole. Then they brought in a girl I knew from the street. She was about my age. They tortured her right in front of me. I remember the hot piss running down my thigh, when I saw them cut her open and remove her liver. They passed it around, eating it raw. Then the Matriarch shoved a handful of the meat into my mouth, held it shut and forced me to swallow. I don’t know how long I was tied to the pole. It could have been a day. It could have been a month. I was too busy screaming to worry about the time. They stuck needles in me, they burned me, they whipped me, they pulled out four of my teeth. They tore off my fingernails and toenails. They cut off my hair. They untied my ankles and held my legs spread apart, then they fucked me with baseball-bats until they had to pull me down and sew me up to stop the bleeding. Then they put me in a coffin and buried me alive behind the house. I had the opportunity to do a lot of soul-searching while I was in that coffin, staring into a darkness that a person who hasn’t experienced it could never comprehend. I thought I was suffering through my last hours of existence. I prayed for it to end, for death to just come quickly. Death didn’t come. The members of the house dug me up and healed me. Here I am resurrected.”
Damijana said, “You got your revenge though, didn’t you?”
“That’s not revenge, just like Lavinia killing Antonija was not revenge. That’s just the way this game is played.”
“So you expect to be murdered by your predecessor?”
The Duchess looked over at Antigone, “You don’t become a Matriarch by getting elected. The title doesn’t go to the prettiest, smartest or most graceful. This isn’t a fucking beauty pageant. There is only one road leading to the crown, murder. When that changes, all of these houses will fall.”
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. We all went out into the hallway. The three zombies stood motionless at the bottom of the stairs. All three stared at the ground. Chris foamed at the mouth. We placed Chris and the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. We put the man who had been tied to the cross in the trunk of The Duchess’ car. I looked at the house before getting in the passenger seat of the Lincoln. I focused on Lavinia and thought, “I love you.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind like a cool, refreshing breeze on a stifling summer day, “Clarence, your love is of tremendous value to me. I love you as much as you love me, if not more. I didn’t have to force, or manipulate, you into loving me or giving me your loyalty and obedience. You have given all of this to me out of your own free will. I’m not used to that. When I was crippled and disfigured, your loyalty increased rather than decreasing. That is devotion. I do not take your devotion for granted. Now go, you have work to do.” I felt a pair of soft, full lips kiss my cheek, but there was nobody at my side. Anguish filled my heart as I wondered what it must be like to exist behind that mask, without the ability to press your lips against the flesh of the one you love; without the ability to receive a kiss on the lips in return.
The Duchess yelled, “LET’S GO!” I hopped in the car. We drove into the city, followed by Antigone and the twins in the Cutlass. The streetlights had just come on as the last remaining light in the sky faded away. We pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. As we slowed down to go over the speed-bumps, I looked out the window at the groups of young men hanging out in front of the buildings. Some were drinking, some were smoking; some laughed, while others fought. A heavy-set man with coal black skin and dreadlocks threw a gang sign at us. The Duchess stopped several feet away from the man. A group of young men came to his side and began yelling at our car. One of the young men lifted his shirt to show us the pistol he had tucked in pants. Antigone’s Cutlass came to a stop behind us. The Duchess said, “These guys right here, these are the guys The Great Sathanas uses as muscle. They’re getting ready to come looking for us. I figured we’d save them the drive.”
The heavy-set man approached the car. He raised his arms and yelled at me, “Wassup punk? You lookin’ for something?” The Duchess popped the trunk. When the heavy-set man saw the zombie climb out of the trunk, I saw him mouth the words, “WHAT THE FUCK” but no sound came out of his mouth. The man reached under his shirt. Before he could pull his weapon, the zombie was on top of him, tearing away the flesh of the man’s face with his teeth. Antigone let the other two zombies out. Gunfire erupted.
The Duchess ducked, opened her car door, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car with her, as she threw herself to the ground. She fell in a puddle of oil and water, soiling her Chinchilla. She sat up and looked at the stained arms and front of her coat. Bullets ricocheted off a dumpster behind her. She screamed, “LOOK AT THIS SHIT!” She stared at me wide-eyed while pointing at her soiled coat. I laid on the ground, curled up in the fetal position, my arms covering my head. Gunshots and screams filled the night air.
Antigone rushed to The Duchess side and asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” The Duchess replied, “Am I okay?” She pointed at her coat, “Do I look okay to you?” She stood up, pulled off her coat and threw it on the ground in front of the dumpster. Antigone yelled, “GET DOWN!” The Duchess continued her tirade as she walked to the trunk of her car, bullets whizzing past her head, “PUNK-MOTHER-FUCKERS!” She pulled an assault rifle from the trunk and opened fire. I couldn’t see what she was shooting at, or if she was hitting it. All I saw was the empty shells bouncing off the asphalt.
Antigone shouted, “DUCHESS! WE HAVE TO GO!” Then she scrambled back to the bullet-riddled Cutlass and climbed in the driver’s seat. The Duchess slammed another clip into her rifle and yelled at me, “CLARENCE! GET BACK IN THE CAR!” Then she opened fire again. When her second clip was empty, all the gunfire had stopped. I jumped to my feet and climbed over the driver’s seat into the passenger side. When I looked out the window, I saw all the fallen young men, their white shirts soaked in blood, the zombies tearing away and consuming their flesh. The night had gone silent except for the sounds of screams and distant sirens.
The Duchess threw her rifle in the trunk, slammed it shut and she hopped in the car. Antigone turned her car around in the parking lot and pulled out. We followed right behind. I looked at The Duchess and asked, “What about the zombies? What will the police do when they find them?”
The Duchess answered, “The zombies will be laid out like the dead when the police get there. They’ll take them to the morgue with the other dead people.”
“Did we get all of Sathanas’ guys?”
The Duchess laughed, “What do you mean ‘we’? You were on the ground curled up in a ball. But to answer question, we got enough of them. Those gangsters weren’t loyal to Sathanas, they were loyal to the money he paid them. After this…after the survivors go tell their friends about seeing people being eaten by fucking zombies…there is no gang on the face of this earth that is going to connect themselves to Sathanas. He’s done. What you need to be worried about is your meeting with Medea. You’re not out of danger yet Clarence. The night is still young.”
I asked, “How come I’m meeting with the Second-Chair of this house and not the Matriarch.”
“You should know by now that the Second-Chair has four functions; they enforce discipline in the house, they see that the Matriarch’s orders are carried out by the members of the house, they deal with minor problems so the Matriarch doesn’t have to worry about them and most importantly, they plot to murder the Matriarch and take her crown. That’s what Second-Chair does. So when you’re meeting with a Second-Chair, you’re usually meeting the next Matriarch of that house. Medea comes from one of the largest and most bellicose houses in existence. When they’re not at war with outsiders, they’re warring with another house. When they’re not warring with another house, they go to war with each other. Usually, they’re doing a combination of those things all at once. Their roots go back to the kingdom of Dahomey. They used women as warriors. An exceptionally vicious and brutal cult grew out of that practice. That cult still lives on in the shadows today. That’s who we’re on our way to see.”
“Is there anything I need to know before I meet her?”
“What’s there for you to know? They say Medea can tear man’s heart with her bare hands. If I was you, I wouldn’t assume they mean that figuratively. She places no value on human life, none whatsoever. Rumor has it that she murdered her own parents and siblings. I suggest that you maintain a degree of distance from her, don’t be ashamed to hide behind your Matriarch. You DO NOT want to be present at one Medea’s rituals and whatever you do, whatever she does, DON’T FUCK HER! If she fucks a man, she kills him. And from I understand, she likes to fuck a lot.”
“Wait a minute…you said that I will naturally serve the Keepers of the Altar. If she tells me to do something…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You belong to Lavinia. While that may not be generally approved of, it’s known. Even Medea doesn’t want problems with Lavinia, not if she can avoid it. She won’t force you to fuck her. But if you if spend too much time with her, she will be tempted. She’ll seek to seduce rather than force. That way she can lay the blame on you; when she fucks you, tears your heart out and eats it.”
I turned my head and stared out the window. Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t be afraid of Medea. She is a woman who believes in honor. She has heard of your loyalty and respects it. She will tempt you and she will test you. If you fall to temptation or fail her tests, she will kill you. It‘s your responsibility not to fall or fail.”
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 4
The Duchess ordered the twins to tie up Chris. Antigone dragged Theresa’s body out of the kitchen. The man in the attic, tied to the cross, sobbed and uttered anguished and unintelligible phrases. The sound of his voice alone expressed his hopeless condition. The blood that covered The Duchess’ naked body was cracked and dried. She said, “Clarence, follow me upstairs. I need a bath.”
I drew her water. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub. I marveled at he way her feet reddened the water and wondered if The Duchess corrupted everything she touched. When the tub was full, she submerged herself; disappearing beneath the pink and white bubbles. The stillness of the water was unsettling, knowing a predator lurked unseen beneath the surface.
Her upper-body emerged from the water like the head of a demonic red serpent. I reached down between her feet and pulled the plug. She laid back in the tub as the water drained, her body coated with pink suds. I replaced the plug, refilled the tub with fresh water, then I rubbed shampoo into her long red hair. With a large soapy sponge, I lathered her neck and back. She stood up in the tub, her body glistening. I worked the soap into her slippery pale flesh; watching the sponge glide over her breasts and stomach, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake.
The heat from the tub, my exhaustion and my extreme state of arousal combined to make me light-headed and disoriented. I feared that I would feint right in front of her. She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder and raised her leg, lifting her foot out of the water. I took her foot in one hand and slowly spread lathers of soap from her toes to her thighs. She turned, I repeated the process with the other leg. I squeezed the sponge between her thighs, back and forth across her pussy, then up and down the crack of her ass. She sat down and submerged herself again.
When she came back up, she sat soaking in the tub, staring at the wall in front of her. She said, “Go get me the scalpel out of the medicine cabinet.” I went to the medicine cabinet, found the scalpel and returned to the tub. She reached her hand out toward me. I laid the scalpel in her palm. She gripped the scalpel in her fist and pressed the blade to the flesh of her left breast. She pulled the blade to right, drawing a red line across her breast. After setting the scalpel on the edge of the tub, she dipped the tip of her finger in the blood that flowed from her wound. Then she reached up to the wall and scrawled the letter D.
When she was done writing, one word stood out in red on the white wall, ‘DECEPTION’. Antigone and the twins burst into the bathroom. Antigone punched me in the jaw, knocking me to the floor. The three women then kicked me in the head, back, legs and arms as I laid curled up in a ball. They then dragged me to the tub and lifted my upper-body up over the edge. The Duchess grabbed onto the back of my head and forced my head under the water. She held me there, my face pressed against her thighs.
Despite the fear and pain, a part of me felt relief and a libidinous thrill. However, that part of me also anticipated being brought up for air, before being submerged again. That didn’t happen. My thrill and enjoyment quickly disappeared, panic entered in its place. I fought and squirmed and struggled. It was all in vain, the women held firm. The last thing I saw was The Duchess’ pink thighs through the water, then everything went black.
I woke up on the floor with someone’s lips pressed against mine, their breath in my lungs. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the blinding white light on the ceiling. A silhouette entered my vision. It was The Duchess’ sitting on top of me. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she rose to her feet and stood over me; steam rose from her red, wet body. Her soaking red hair clung to her skin. She yelled out to Antigone, “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO THAT SHIT! I AM THE BOSS QUEEN BITCH!” She looked down at me, “Lavinia is right. That was a fucking rush! I actually got almost as much of a high resuscitating you, as I did drowning your ass out!” Antigone said, “Kill his ass, bring him back, then kill his ass again!” The twins began laughing uproariously and giving each other high-fives.
The Duchess shook her head, “No, once is enough. I just want to be able to say that I put my mark on Lavinia’s boy.” She then motioned toward the door with her head. Antigone and the twins left, closing the door behind them. The Duchess sat down, straddling my hips. I felt the heat of her naked pussy through my pants. She tore my shirt open, then smiled and tilted her head as she gazed on the letters etched into my chest. She laughed and said, “DAMIJANA? The Gothic Girl carved her name in your chest? You have a fetish for sticking your dick in hornet’s nests don‘t you Clarence? You’re involved with Lavinia and her sister? I better get what I need out of you while I can, because you are probably not going to be around too much longer. How fucking stupid do you have to be?”
I remained silent. The Duchess continued, “I’ll tell you what Clarence. I’ll help you and you’re gonna help me. I’ll help you by teaching you the one thing you need to know to help you navigate the shark infested waters you’ve been drowning in. ‘There is a wall, a white wall. And on it is written DECEPTION’. Never assume you know what’s going on. If you think you know what’s going on, either someone else is playing you, or you’re playing yourself.
“Now, you’re going to go get dressed. Get dressed nice. We have a lot of men’s clothing here, along with jewelry. You know…things that lost their owners, or the owners got lost. Then we’re going out. There is a lady who I want you to meet.”
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I drew her water. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub. I marveled at he way her feet reddened the water and wondered if The Duchess corrupted everything she touched. When the tub was full, she submerged herself; disappearing beneath the pink and white bubbles. The stillness of the water was unsettling, knowing a predator lurked unseen beneath the surface.
Her upper-body emerged from the water like the head of a demonic red serpent. I reached down between her feet and pulled the plug. She laid back in the tub as the water drained, her body coated with pink suds. I replaced the plug, refilled the tub with fresh water, then I rubbed shampoo into her long red hair. With a large soapy sponge, I lathered her neck and back. She stood up in the tub, her body glistening. I worked the soap into her slippery pale flesh; watching the sponge glide over her breasts and stomach, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake.
The heat from the tub, my exhaustion and my extreme state of arousal combined to make me light-headed and disoriented. I feared that I would feint right in front of her. She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder and raised her leg, lifting her foot out of the water. I took her foot in one hand and slowly spread lathers of soap from her toes to her thighs. She turned, I repeated the process with the other leg. I squeezed the sponge between her thighs, back and forth across her pussy, then up and down the crack of her ass. She sat down and submerged herself again.
When she came back up, she sat soaking in the tub, staring at the wall in front of her. She said, “Go get me the scalpel out of the medicine cabinet.” I went to the medicine cabinet, found the scalpel and returned to the tub. She reached her hand out toward me. I laid the scalpel in her palm. She gripped the scalpel in her fist and pressed the blade to the flesh of her left breast. She pulled the blade to right, drawing a red line across her breast. After setting the scalpel on the edge of the tub, she dipped the tip of her finger in the blood that flowed from her wound. Then she reached up to the wall and scrawled the letter D.
When she was done writing, one word stood out in red on the white wall, ‘DECEPTION’. Antigone and the twins burst into the bathroom. Antigone punched me in the jaw, knocking me to the floor. The three women then kicked me in the head, back, legs and arms as I laid curled up in a ball. They then dragged me to the tub and lifted my upper-body up over the edge. The Duchess grabbed onto the back of my head and forced my head under the water. She held me there, my face pressed against her thighs.
Despite the fear and pain, a part of me felt relief and a libidinous thrill. However, that part of me also anticipated being brought up for air, before being submerged again. That didn’t happen. My thrill and enjoyment quickly disappeared, panic entered in its place. I fought and squirmed and struggled. It was all in vain, the women held firm. The last thing I saw was The Duchess’ pink thighs through the water, then everything went black.
I woke up on the floor with someone’s lips pressed against mine, their breath in my lungs. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the blinding white light on the ceiling. A silhouette entered my vision. It was The Duchess’ sitting on top of me. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she rose to her feet and stood over me; steam rose from her red, wet body. Her soaking red hair clung to her skin. She yelled out to Antigone, “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO THAT SHIT! I AM THE BOSS QUEEN BITCH!” She looked down at me, “Lavinia is right. That was a fucking rush! I actually got almost as much of a high resuscitating you, as I did drowning your ass out!” Antigone said, “Kill his ass, bring him back, then kill his ass again!” The twins began laughing uproariously and giving each other high-fives.
The Duchess shook her head, “No, once is enough. I just want to be able to say that I put my mark on Lavinia’s boy.” She then motioned toward the door with her head. Antigone and the twins left, closing the door behind them. The Duchess sat down, straddling my hips. I felt the heat of her naked pussy through my pants. She tore my shirt open, then smiled and tilted her head as she gazed on the letters etched into my chest. She laughed and said, “DAMIJANA? The Gothic Girl carved her name in your chest? You have a fetish for sticking your dick in hornet’s nests don‘t you Clarence? You’re involved with Lavinia and her sister? I better get what I need out of you while I can, because you are probably not going to be around too much longer. How fucking stupid do you have to be?”
I remained silent. The Duchess continued, “I’ll tell you what Clarence. I’ll help you and you’re gonna help me. I’ll help you by teaching you the one thing you need to know to help you navigate the shark infested waters you’ve been drowning in. ‘There is a wall, a white wall. And on it is written DECEPTION’. Never assume you know what’s going on. If you think you know what’s going on, either someone else is playing you, or you’re playing yourself.
“Now, you’re going to go get dressed. Get dressed nice. We have a lot of men’s clothing here, along with jewelry. You know…things that lost their owners, or the owners got lost. Then we’re going out. There is a lady who I want you to meet.”
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The Lioness and the Black Widow 3
When I placed the tip of the knife to the man’s stomach, Lavinia’s voice said, “No, do not take part in their ritual. You can’t consummate the ritual with The Duchess.” I set the knife down, stood up and backed toward the door. The Duchess sat up smiling, “Your Matriarch won’t allow you to consume the meat with us?” I shook my head. Antigone rose to her feet and said, “If he doesn’t take part in the ritual, he’s not walking out of here.” The Duchess intervened, “No, let him go.”
I exited the room leaving the screams and brutality behind me. As I descended the stairs, the image of Lavinia filled my mind. She sat behind her desk wearing a raven black Victorian-style gown; her disfigured face concealed by the black wooden mask with a red stripe down the middle. Her black hair was twisted up in a bun with a long, shiny steel hairpin protruding from either side. Black Sally stood to the right of Lavinia’s desk. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a black leather jacket; she wore a long, black skirt and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, a German Shepherd sat panting at her side. To Lavinia’s left stood Damijana, The Gothic Girl was dressed identical to Sally. She clenched the handle of her bloodstained machete in her right hand.
Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess considers manipulation to be a sacred art. You must learn to deal with people like her. She doesn’t just tell outright lies. She makes a person question their own ability to distinguish between truth and fallacy. Her strategy is to confuse, not to convince. You cannot assume that everything she says is a lie. In fact, most of what she tells you will be the truth. As you get to know her, she will seem to be full of contradictions. She’s not. People who appear to be full of contradictions either don’t know themselves, or they are concealing themselves. The Duchess, of course, falls in the latter category. There is nothing complex or contradictory about her. She is solely motivated by her own self-interest and she is ruled by her ego. Appear to become an advocate of her ego, and she’ll consider you an indispensable ally. That’s what I want.
“I want her to put you on a collar and leash. Then you will be collar and leash which I place on her. She will then become another instrument for me to use to carry out my will. Allow yourself to fall under her spell. Become an advocate of her ego. I want you in her heart.
“Keep this in mind, Lilith is locked in the box; Octavia is still taped up in the fetal position. That’s what your peers are doing while you’re out honeymooning with The Duchess. There are many Matriarch’s whose houses I intend to infiltrate, manipulate and takeover. Would you like to continue to assist me in that endeavor? Or would you rather return to the box?”
I thought, “I don’t want the box.”
“Of course you don’t. You’d much rather spend your time playing with the other Matriarchs. Since that’s the case, I strongly suggest that you impress me with your performance. Remember, you exist for one reason and one reason alone, to carry out my will. I acknowledge your love for me Clarence. I am returning your love and rewarding your loyalty by presenting you with this opportunity. Alfred’s position is still vacant, and nothing goes on in your mind without my knowledge. Consider that when you’re tempted to betray me. And you WILL be tempted to betray me.”
I stood at the bottom of the stairs contemplating the thoughts Lavinia had just placed in my mind. I heard a man’s voice shout, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? WHERE’S THERESA?” The door to the attic swung open. The red-headed Duchess stood at the top of the stairs, naked and covered in blood. The man froze, his eyes widened, terror could be seen on his face, it could be smelled in the air.
Theresa barged into the kitchen. “Chris, I told to wait for me at…OH FUCK!!!” Theresa yelled as she gazed up at The Duchess. Chris stuttered, “Th-th-th-is i-is a s-s-scene right?” Theresa solemnly replied, “Yes Chris, it’s just a scene. We need to go.”
The Duchess descended the stairs, “Ah, you’re Chris, Theresa’s fiance and slave. I’ve been dying to meet you.” When The Duchess got to the bottom of the stairs, Theresa protectively stepped in front of Chris, “This isn’t necessary. Please! We’re leaving.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “What are you doing? Do you think that I want their house weak, or strong, prior to my takeover? Exploit the situation.”
I looked at The Duchess and asked, “Did you bring me to your house in order to expose me? This man is not a member of any house and he has just seen my face. My Matriarch finds this situation unacceptable and demands an immediate resolution.”
Theresa yelled, “You shut your fucking mouth! It isn’t your place to make decisions here.”
The Duchess interrupted, “Theresa, the decision has already been made. Do you want to be the one to do it?”
Theresa pleaded, “No! No! Please Duchess! I love this man! Okay? I can’t let you do this. I won’t!” Chris cried out, “Theresa! What’s happening here? Who are these people? I don’t like this Theresa! I don’t feel safe!”
I proclaimed, “Duchess, my Matriarch wants to know if this is how you normally handle your affairs in this house. She is concerned that you have a member of your house who is marrying an outsider, and who is allowing her romantic interests to take priority over proper procedure. Duchess, with all due respect, I would remind you that this is a time of war. All the other houses are watching us, analyzing how we handle this situation. My Matriarch’s position is that this is not a time that we can afford to show weakness.”
Antigone descended the stairs followed by the twins. Lavinia’s voice said, “Theresa is the only voice of wisdom and reason that they have in that house. She brings balance to their table. I want them off-balance. Eliminate her.”
I leaned toward The Duchess and whispered, “You’re on the path to becoming one of the most feared and respected Matriarch’s. That is within your reach. Something like this could ruin your reputation forever.”
In one quick and fluid motion, The Duchess turned, reached into Antigone’s back pocket, pulled out a small pistol and shot Theresa in the eye. Theresa collapsed where she stood. Chris screamed, dropped to his knees and hugged the lifeless body of his fallen Mistress. He looked up at The Duchess with tear-filled eyes. The Duchess coldly stated, “I was gonna give you a quick death. I just had to kill my best friend because of you. Now I’m not gonna kill you. You’re a slave right? Well I know the perfect Mistress for you.” The Duchess turned to me, “I’m bringing him to Lavinia. I understand that her beloved Alfred met with an untimely end. I’m hoping your Matriarch will find Chris to be an acceptable replacement for Alfred.”
I nodded my head.
The Duchess placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Ask her to make sure he suffers as much as Alfred, and for just as many years. Tell her that I’ll consider it a favor.”
I replied, “It will be as you wish Duchess. I’ll see to it personally.
I exited the room leaving the screams and brutality behind me. As I descended the stairs, the image of Lavinia filled my mind. She sat behind her desk wearing a raven black Victorian-style gown; her disfigured face concealed by the black wooden mask with a red stripe down the middle. Her black hair was twisted up in a bun with a long, shiny steel hairpin protruding from either side. Black Sally stood to the right of Lavinia’s desk. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a black leather jacket; she wore a long, black skirt and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, a German Shepherd sat panting at her side. To Lavinia’s left stood Damijana, The Gothic Girl was dressed identical to Sally. She clenched the handle of her bloodstained machete in her right hand.
Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess considers manipulation to be a sacred art. You must learn to deal with people like her. She doesn’t just tell outright lies. She makes a person question their own ability to distinguish between truth and fallacy. Her strategy is to confuse, not to convince. You cannot assume that everything she says is a lie. In fact, most of what she tells you will be the truth. As you get to know her, she will seem to be full of contradictions. She’s not. People who appear to be full of contradictions either don’t know themselves, or they are concealing themselves. The Duchess, of course, falls in the latter category. There is nothing complex or contradictory about her. She is solely motivated by her own self-interest and she is ruled by her ego. Appear to become an advocate of her ego, and she’ll consider you an indispensable ally. That’s what I want.
“I want her to put you on a collar and leash. Then you will be collar and leash which I place on her. She will then become another instrument for me to use to carry out my will. Allow yourself to fall under her spell. Become an advocate of her ego. I want you in her heart.
“Keep this in mind, Lilith is locked in the box; Octavia is still taped up in the fetal position. That’s what your peers are doing while you’re out honeymooning with The Duchess. There are many Matriarch’s whose houses I intend to infiltrate, manipulate and takeover. Would you like to continue to assist me in that endeavor? Or would you rather return to the box?”
I thought, “I don’t want the box.”
“Of course you don’t. You’d much rather spend your time playing with the other Matriarchs. Since that’s the case, I strongly suggest that you impress me with your performance. Remember, you exist for one reason and one reason alone, to carry out my will. I acknowledge your love for me Clarence. I am returning your love and rewarding your loyalty by presenting you with this opportunity. Alfred’s position is still vacant, and nothing goes on in your mind without my knowledge. Consider that when you’re tempted to betray me. And you WILL be tempted to betray me.”
I stood at the bottom of the stairs contemplating the thoughts Lavinia had just placed in my mind. I heard a man’s voice shout, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? WHERE’S THERESA?” The door to the attic swung open. The red-headed Duchess stood at the top of the stairs, naked and covered in blood. The man froze, his eyes widened, terror could be seen on his face, it could be smelled in the air.
Theresa barged into the kitchen. “Chris, I told to wait for me at…OH FUCK!!!” Theresa yelled as she gazed up at The Duchess. Chris stuttered, “Th-th-th-is i-is a s-s-scene right?” Theresa solemnly replied, “Yes Chris, it’s just a scene. We need to go.”
The Duchess descended the stairs, “Ah, you’re Chris, Theresa’s fiance and slave. I’ve been dying to meet you.” When The Duchess got to the bottom of the stairs, Theresa protectively stepped in front of Chris, “This isn’t necessary. Please! We’re leaving.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “What are you doing? Do you think that I want their house weak, or strong, prior to my takeover? Exploit the situation.”
I looked at The Duchess and asked, “Did you bring me to your house in order to expose me? This man is not a member of any house and he has just seen my face. My Matriarch finds this situation unacceptable and demands an immediate resolution.”
Theresa yelled, “You shut your fucking mouth! It isn’t your place to make decisions here.”
The Duchess interrupted, “Theresa, the decision has already been made. Do you want to be the one to do it?”
Theresa pleaded, “No! No! Please Duchess! I love this man! Okay? I can’t let you do this. I won’t!” Chris cried out, “Theresa! What’s happening here? Who are these people? I don’t like this Theresa! I don’t feel safe!”
I proclaimed, “Duchess, my Matriarch wants to know if this is how you normally handle your affairs in this house. She is concerned that you have a member of your house who is marrying an outsider, and who is allowing her romantic interests to take priority over proper procedure. Duchess, with all due respect, I would remind you that this is a time of war. All the other houses are watching us, analyzing how we handle this situation. My Matriarch’s position is that this is not a time that we can afford to show weakness.”
Antigone descended the stairs followed by the twins. Lavinia’s voice said, “Theresa is the only voice of wisdom and reason that they have in that house. She brings balance to their table. I want them off-balance. Eliminate her.”
I leaned toward The Duchess and whispered, “You’re on the path to becoming one of the most feared and respected Matriarch’s. That is within your reach. Something like this could ruin your reputation forever.”
In one quick and fluid motion, The Duchess turned, reached into Antigone’s back pocket, pulled out a small pistol and shot Theresa in the eye. Theresa collapsed where she stood. Chris screamed, dropped to his knees and hugged the lifeless body of his fallen Mistress. He looked up at The Duchess with tear-filled eyes. The Duchess coldly stated, “I was gonna give you a quick death. I just had to kill my best friend because of you. Now I’m not gonna kill you. You’re a slave right? Well I know the perfect Mistress for you.” The Duchess turned to me, “I’m bringing him to Lavinia. I understand that her beloved Alfred met with an untimely end. I’m hoping your Matriarch will find Chris to be an acceptable replacement for Alfred.”
I nodded my head.
The Duchess placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Ask her to make sure he suffers as much as Alfred, and for just as many years. Tell her that I’ll consider it a favor.”
I replied, “It will be as you wish Duchess. I’ll see to it personally.
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 19
Lavinia’s voice whispered, “I’m doing this because I love you and I want you to grow stronger.” I yelled and screamed until my lungs and throat burned. I couldn’t stand, turn or twist; I didn’t even have enough room to pound my head against the lid or sides of the box. My elbows, shoulders, forearms, head, back, toes and ass all pressed and rubbed against the cold steel. A cold draft flowed in through air holes. All was black. Lavinia’s voice said, “Panic will turn a bad situation into the stuff nightmares are made of. Take a deep breath and try to be still.”
Every joint in my body ached, my muscles began to cramp. My breathing was fast and shallow. I felt something brush against my foot. It felt like furry fingertips were tickling my ankle. I couldn’t breathe. In my mind, I saw the image of a large, hairy spider with a swollen red body the size of a lemon. I felt it brush against the naked flesh of my inner-thigh. Terror confined my existence to the moment, I could see nothing beyond the complete darkness that surrounded me. It was as if I had no past or future, just a hellish present that would stretch on throughout eternity.
My body became soaked with sweat as I yelled and futilely rocked back and forth, a half-inch to each side. I managed to pull my arms up over my knees and bring them between my legs. I felt the spider crawl over my genitals. I could only move my hands from the wrists, I slapped at the spider with one hand hoping to crush it. The spider scurried over my penis and up my stomach. It felt like someone was violently shaking the box, I could hear it slamming against the closet walls. I realized that it was me shaking the box as my body convulsed in fear. The spider crawled up to my neck, I felt it’s fangs sink into to the soft flesh under my ear, it felt like two nails being driven into my neck. With limited movement, I could only slap at the spider with fingertips. It latched on to my hand and bit into my middle finger. My face was pulled back, teeth-bared as I bellowed like beast and crushed the spider between my hands.
Lavinia’s voice whispered, “You were locked in a closet when you were young. You remember. You pounded on the closet door screaming because you were afraid of the dark. You always had the feeling that you weren’t alone in that closet. That feeling terrified you more than the people who locked you inside. Do you remember that time you felt a hand emerge from between the coats and grab your shoulder? You beat on the door until your fists bled, crying and pleading for them to let you out. Did you just have an overactive imagination? Or was there a really some sort malicious spirit in that closet with you? You know how sometimes you would be in the house alone, step into the hall and catch a glimpse out of someone the corner of your eye? You knew you saw someone, but when you checked nobody was there. Have you ever thought that maybe an evil spirit has been stalking you since those days spent in the closet?”
My teeth clattered as I sat cramped and shivering. I clenched my mouth shut to keep my teeth from knocking together. Lavinia’s voice whispered, “Stare into the darkness, tell me what you see.” With head lowered, eyes toward the bottom of the box, I stared into the black between my legs. Moments later a face began to form, it was the pale, eyeless, dead face of Brianna. Her mouth opened wide showing her teeth, the top row was jagged from when she broke her teeth on the bathroom floor. She bit into my testicles. The pain shot through my body, I stiffened, panicked and fought against the steel walls of the box. Brianna growled as she ferociously jerked her head from left to right, tearing my scrotum open and crushing my testicle between her teeth. I screamed out, “Please, please Lavinia. LET ME OUT!” Brianna’s face drifted into nothingness like a smoke ring. I felt for my balls. They were still intact. Lavinia’s voice said, “What did I tell you about the groveling. Do you think that I would give my love to a lowly, groveling coward? I was wrong about you. I thought your devotion meant something. I truly believed that I was special to you. But you’re just a lowly piss-drinking, groveling, cowardly parasite who would be more than happy to lick shit off the boots of any bitch who will allow it. Isn’t that true?”
I screamed out, “NO!” Tears streamed from my eyes.
“You’re crying? You are one sorry fucking excuse for a man. You’ve been in the box for less than ten minutes and you’ve already been reduced to trembling, weeping child. I’m disappointed in you. But mostly, I’m disappointed in myself for misjudging you. I’m going to leave you in that box.”
I yelled, “No, please Lavinia. NO!”
She interrupted, “You will die of starvation. That’s a fitting death for a disloyal, piss-drinking coward. When you’re dead. I’ll take your emaciated body and turn you into the walking dead like I did Brianna. You will be much more useful to me. Good-bye Clarence.”
“No, I’ll do anything, please let me out. Give me a quick death, please.”
“A quick death? That is something I only offer to those I respect or pity. How could I possibly respect you. You’ve seen the torture I’ve endured. I never gave in or begged for anything. You’re not worthy of me.”
“I was there with you when nobody else was…”
“You’re the fool I chose to take advantage of in my time of need. I needed service, you were the only piss-drinker available.”
“I don’t drink piss!”
“I know. You would find it too degrading. However, if you want to get out of that box, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” The closet door opened, light shot through the air holes like knives penetrating my eyes. I squeezed them shut. “”Open your eyes.” I cracked my eyes open, all I could see was a white blur blending into the black that surrounded me. “Do you see the straw? Lean forward and drink. Drink and I will let you out.”
I shook my head sobbing. The straw was pulled out of the hole. I heard the sound of fluid being poured over the top of the box. Urine streamed from the air holes above onto my flesh. The door slammed shut. All was dark once again. Lavinia’s voice said, “Fine. Starve to death you fucking coward. You can think about me playing with my clit as I revel in your suffering.”
As sat crouched and shivering, sweat and piss dripping from my naked body, my mind became fixated on the image of Lavinia sitting in her chair, creamy thighs parted, her gown pulled up around her waist; playing with her clit and fingering her tight, wet pussy. I remembered the night in the basement when she pretended to be Selene, I remembered the sweet taste of her juices as she rubbed her wet pussy against my lips and tongue. I thought about the first time I pushed my cock inside her. A deep, hopeless sort of anguished loneliness fell over my heart. I loved her, she was all that wanted and wished for. She no longer loved me.
I couldn’t tell how long I was in the box; if it was hours, days or minutes. After awhile, I could no longer tell where my body ended and the darkness of the steel box began. The closet door opened. I squeezed my eyes shut. There was the sound of keys, the lock, steel banging against steel. The lid was opened. I tried to look up. All I could see was light and two shadows standing above me. The shadows pulled me out of the box and dropped me on the floor. I tried to stretch out but my muscles all remained cramped. It felt like thousands of red-hot needles had been inserted into my legs, arms, neck and back. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw Damijana and Sally standing over me. They both held long, thick leather straps. Since I still couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there helpless and vulnerable as the blows rained down on my naked body. The sound of the leather striking my skin was fast and ferocious. “SCHWAP! SCWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!“ They beat me from head to toe with the straps. I saw blood on the floor and wondered if it was from the lashing alone or if the lashing had opened up wounds still trying to heal.
The blows stopped. I laid on my side breathing heavily, relieved to be out of the box despite the beating. Sally pushed me over on my back with her boot. Damijana sat on my chest, pinning my arms down with her knees. I felt the heat of her pussy through her skirt. I could smell her, she was aroused. Sally laughed and said, “Damijana, his dick is getting hard.”
Damijana looked me in the face with cold, merciless eyes. She held a 1 liter bottle filled with yellow liquid in her right hand. Sally dropped to her knees behind my head, she held my forehead with one hand and pinched my nostrils shut with the other. I held my breath for as long as I could. Damijana watched me and smiled. When I opened my mouth to gasp for air, she filled my mouth piss, then she held my mouth closed forcing me to swallow. When they let go of me, I rolled on my side coughing and choking. Snot and urine dripped from my nose, the piss burned my nostrils making my eyes water. Damijana dumped the remainder of the bottle on my head. Black Sally slammed her boot into my balls. As I laid there clutching my genitals, Damijana kicked me in the face. They then walked out the room laughing. I heard Sally say, “Fucking faggot!”
Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t lay there too long. Get up, go wash yourself, get dressed and come to my office.”
I didn’t move. I just laid there bleeding. “GET UP! You’re not in the box starving to death are you? I realize that was a very painful and frightening experience for you. It was necessary for the sake of your development and it was necessary to keep peace in this house. Clarence, right now I love you just as much, if not more, than I loved you before. And I really do love you Clarence. You have proven yourself to me on many occasions. If you really were just a piss-drinking, groveling parasite; you never would have felt what it’s like to be inside me, you never would have felt what it’s like to be loved by me and you definitely wouldn’t be alive. You haven’t suffered anything that is even remotely close to the pain I’ve endured, and that’s not counting the night I was crippled. Now you, Clarence, get your ass up and go clean up.”
Slowly and with excruciating pain, I rolled on my stomach, pushed myself up to my knees and rose to my feet. The pain of standing was as intense as the pain I felt when Lavinia burnt me with the iron. I took a long, deep breath. Lavinia’s voice said, “Very good Clarence. I’m proud of you.”
Every joint in my body ached, my muscles began to cramp. My breathing was fast and shallow. I felt something brush against my foot. It felt like furry fingertips were tickling my ankle. I couldn’t breathe. In my mind, I saw the image of a large, hairy spider with a swollen red body the size of a lemon. I felt it brush against the naked flesh of my inner-thigh. Terror confined my existence to the moment, I could see nothing beyond the complete darkness that surrounded me. It was as if I had no past or future, just a hellish present that would stretch on throughout eternity.
My body became soaked with sweat as I yelled and futilely rocked back and forth, a half-inch to each side. I managed to pull my arms up over my knees and bring them between my legs. I felt the spider crawl over my genitals. I could only move my hands from the wrists, I slapped at the spider with one hand hoping to crush it. The spider scurried over my penis and up my stomach. It felt like someone was violently shaking the box, I could hear it slamming against the closet walls. I realized that it was me shaking the box as my body convulsed in fear. The spider crawled up to my neck, I felt it’s fangs sink into to the soft flesh under my ear, it felt like two nails being driven into my neck. With limited movement, I could only slap at the spider with fingertips. It latched on to my hand and bit into my middle finger. My face was pulled back, teeth-bared as I bellowed like beast and crushed the spider between my hands.
Lavinia’s voice whispered, “You were locked in a closet when you were young. You remember. You pounded on the closet door screaming because you were afraid of the dark. You always had the feeling that you weren’t alone in that closet. That feeling terrified you more than the people who locked you inside. Do you remember that time you felt a hand emerge from between the coats and grab your shoulder? You beat on the door until your fists bled, crying and pleading for them to let you out. Did you just have an overactive imagination? Or was there a really some sort malicious spirit in that closet with you? You know how sometimes you would be in the house alone, step into the hall and catch a glimpse out of someone the corner of your eye? You knew you saw someone, but when you checked nobody was there. Have you ever thought that maybe an evil spirit has been stalking you since those days spent in the closet?”
My teeth clattered as I sat cramped and shivering. I clenched my mouth shut to keep my teeth from knocking together. Lavinia’s voice whispered, “Stare into the darkness, tell me what you see.” With head lowered, eyes toward the bottom of the box, I stared into the black between my legs. Moments later a face began to form, it was the pale, eyeless, dead face of Brianna. Her mouth opened wide showing her teeth, the top row was jagged from when she broke her teeth on the bathroom floor. She bit into my testicles. The pain shot through my body, I stiffened, panicked and fought against the steel walls of the box. Brianna growled as she ferociously jerked her head from left to right, tearing my scrotum open and crushing my testicle between her teeth. I screamed out, “Please, please Lavinia. LET ME OUT!” Brianna’s face drifted into nothingness like a smoke ring. I felt for my balls. They were still intact. Lavinia’s voice said, “What did I tell you about the groveling. Do you think that I would give my love to a lowly, groveling coward? I was wrong about you. I thought your devotion meant something. I truly believed that I was special to you. But you’re just a lowly piss-drinking, groveling, cowardly parasite who would be more than happy to lick shit off the boots of any bitch who will allow it. Isn’t that true?”
I screamed out, “NO!” Tears streamed from my eyes.
“You’re crying? You are one sorry fucking excuse for a man. You’ve been in the box for less than ten minutes and you’ve already been reduced to trembling, weeping child. I’m disappointed in you. But mostly, I’m disappointed in myself for misjudging you. I’m going to leave you in that box.”
I yelled, “No, please Lavinia. NO!”
She interrupted, “You will die of starvation. That’s a fitting death for a disloyal, piss-drinking coward. When you’re dead. I’ll take your emaciated body and turn you into the walking dead like I did Brianna. You will be much more useful to me. Good-bye Clarence.”
“No, I’ll do anything, please let me out. Give me a quick death, please.”
“A quick death? That is something I only offer to those I respect or pity. How could I possibly respect you. You’ve seen the torture I’ve endured. I never gave in or begged for anything. You’re not worthy of me.”
“I was there with you when nobody else was…”
“You’re the fool I chose to take advantage of in my time of need. I needed service, you were the only piss-drinker available.”
“I don’t drink piss!”
“I know. You would find it too degrading. However, if you want to get out of that box, that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” The closet door opened, light shot through the air holes like knives penetrating my eyes. I squeezed them shut. “”Open your eyes.” I cracked my eyes open, all I could see was a white blur blending into the black that surrounded me. “Do you see the straw? Lean forward and drink. Drink and I will let you out.”
I shook my head sobbing. The straw was pulled out of the hole. I heard the sound of fluid being poured over the top of the box. Urine streamed from the air holes above onto my flesh. The door slammed shut. All was dark once again. Lavinia’s voice said, “Fine. Starve to death you fucking coward. You can think about me playing with my clit as I revel in your suffering.”
As sat crouched and shivering, sweat and piss dripping from my naked body, my mind became fixated on the image of Lavinia sitting in her chair, creamy thighs parted, her gown pulled up around her waist; playing with her clit and fingering her tight, wet pussy. I remembered the night in the basement when she pretended to be Selene, I remembered the sweet taste of her juices as she rubbed her wet pussy against my lips and tongue. I thought about the first time I pushed my cock inside her. A deep, hopeless sort of anguished loneliness fell over my heart. I loved her, she was all that wanted and wished for. She no longer loved me.
I couldn’t tell how long I was in the box; if it was hours, days or minutes. After awhile, I could no longer tell where my body ended and the darkness of the steel box began. The closet door opened. I squeezed my eyes shut. There was the sound of keys, the lock, steel banging against steel. The lid was opened. I tried to look up. All I could see was light and two shadows standing above me. The shadows pulled me out of the box and dropped me on the floor. I tried to stretch out but my muscles all remained cramped. It felt like thousands of red-hot needles had been inserted into my legs, arms, neck and back. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I saw Damijana and Sally standing over me. They both held long, thick leather straps. Since I still couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there helpless and vulnerable as the blows rained down on my naked body. The sound of the leather striking my skin was fast and ferocious. “SCHWAP! SCWAP! SCHWAP! SCHWAP!“ They beat me from head to toe with the straps. I saw blood on the floor and wondered if it was from the lashing alone or if the lashing had opened up wounds still trying to heal.
The blows stopped. I laid on my side breathing heavily, relieved to be out of the box despite the beating. Sally pushed me over on my back with her boot. Damijana sat on my chest, pinning my arms down with her knees. I felt the heat of her pussy through her skirt. I could smell her, she was aroused. Sally laughed and said, “Damijana, his dick is getting hard.”
Damijana looked me in the face with cold, merciless eyes. She held a 1 liter bottle filled with yellow liquid in her right hand. Sally dropped to her knees behind my head, she held my forehead with one hand and pinched my nostrils shut with the other. I held my breath for as long as I could. Damijana watched me and smiled. When I opened my mouth to gasp for air, she filled my mouth piss, then she held my mouth closed forcing me to swallow. When they let go of me, I rolled on my side coughing and choking. Snot and urine dripped from my nose, the piss burned my nostrils making my eyes water. Damijana dumped the remainder of the bottle on my head. Black Sally slammed her boot into my balls. As I laid there clutching my genitals, Damijana kicked me in the face. They then walked out the room laughing. I heard Sally say, “Fucking faggot!”
Lavinia’s voice entered my mind, “Don’t lay there too long. Get up, go wash yourself, get dressed and come to my office.”
I didn’t move. I just laid there bleeding. “GET UP! You’re not in the box starving to death are you? I realize that was a very painful and frightening experience for you. It was necessary for the sake of your development and it was necessary to keep peace in this house. Clarence, right now I love you just as much, if not more, than I loved you before. And I really do love you Clarence. You have proven yourself to me on many occasions. If you really were just a piss-drinking, groveling parasite; you never would have felt what it’s like to be inside me, you never would have felt what it’s like to be loved by me and you definitely wouldn’t be alive. You haven’t suffered anything that is even remotely close to the pain I’ve endured, and that’s not counting the night I was crippled. Now you, Clarence, get your ass up and go clean up.”
Slowly and with excruciating pain, I rolled on my stomach, pushed myself up to my knees and rose to my feet. The pain of standing was as intense as the pain I felt when Lavinia burnt me with the iron. I took a long, deep breath. Lavinia’s voice said, “Very good Clarence. I’m proud of you.”
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