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.
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
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."
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.”
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Kali's Altar 17
When we returned to the house, Lavinia ordered me to bring the college girl to the office. Lavinia was seated behind the desk, her black and red mask concealed her bandaged face; her black hair was twisted up in a bun with two long shiny steel hair-pins. She wore a dark blue Victorian gown. The college girl sat in a wooden chair in front of the desk trembling and sobbing. Damijana and Sally stood behind her.
The college girl asked, “What happened to me?” Lavinia was still unable to speak, yet an answer came from behind the mask, “What do you remember?” The girl’s face crinkled up and turned deep red, tears flowed from her eyes, “I was being raped in my apartment.”
“You don’t remember anything after that?”
“N-no, no I don’t.”
Lavinia pulled a small mirror from one of her desk drawers and slid it across her desk toward the girl. She picked up the mirror, her wrists were still taped. When she looked at herself in the mirror she wailed out “No! No! My God No! What the fuck happened to me?”
Lavinia replied, “You were a victim of mind control technology. After you were raped, you were brought to a brothel and sold as a prostitute.” The college girl went silent. Lavinia continued, “They had you on several drugs. You will experience severe withdrawals.”
The college girl lowered her head and quietly wept, then she raised her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. She looked around the room bewildered. She looked at the masked woman sitting in front of her and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Lavinia. What happened to you was very unfortunate. I didn’t have anything to do with that, and I’m going to kill the man who did this to you. We were in the process of killing everyone at the brothel where you were held captive, we found you and brought you here.”
“You saved me?”
“No. We decided not to kill you along with everyone else. Do yourself a favor and don’t ask why. We must now decide where to go from here as we cannot let you go.”
“Why not?”
“You’re a link to the murders at the brothel. You’re a link to mind control technology that isn’t supposed to exist; you’re a link to a network of powerful people who won’t want any of this exposed. You’re a loose end.”
“No. I won’t say anything, I promise.”
Lavinia laughed, “You promise not to say anything, huh? No matter what? Think how ridiculous that sounds. People connected to the man who did this to you will hunt you down. You couldn’t do anything to prevent being raped, turned into a sex-slave and sold off as a whore. But here you are promising not to say anything about us.”
“I don’t understand.”
Damijana pointed her .380 at the college girl’s head. Lavinia said, “We will give you a quick death right here and now, if that’s what you want.” The college girl shook her head. Lavinia said, “We can’t let you go and you don’t want us to kill you. So you must stay here. Are you sure that you prefer to live?”
The girl cried, “Yes, yes, but please, please just let me go.”
Lavinia slammed her fist down on the table, “You are not leaving here alive. If you want to live at all, you will stop sniveling and groveling over freedom you cannot attain. If you valued your freedom that much, you would choose death.”
“W-what do you want from me?”
“Well, I have a cage that can be brought down to the basement and you could stay there. That would the best place for you, if you’ll be continuing with the hysterics, gesticulations, tears and questions. Not every member of this house approves of your existence.” The girl looked at Damijana and Sally. “If you can keep mouth your shut and do as you’re told, you will have more freedom of movement. Do you want us to lock you in a cage in the basement?”
“No.”
“I would suggest that you compose yourself and pay close attention to what is going on around you. Take time to figure where you are before entertaining too many more thoughts of escape. You’re already thinking about running at the first opportunity.”
“No…”
Lavinia raised her hand and the girl went silent. “From now on, every time you entertain thoughts of escape, you will be beaten and brutalized.”
The girl looked down at the floor and bit her lower lip. Lavinia continued, “You used to be Sarah Harris. Then you were a whore named Traci. From now on, your name is Alexandria. Your room is at the end of the hall on the right. You are dismissed.” Sally cut the tape on Alexandria’s wrists. She slowly rose from her chair, still trembling. Then she quietly exited the room.
Black Sally pointed at the empty chair, “Clarence, sit here.” I looked at Lavinia. Her voice said, “Just sit down. I’ll deal with her.” Sally shook her head and stated, “Lavinia, of all the people in the world, you are the last person I would expect to allow their heart to guide their decisions. Clarence is playing fucking courtier and there is too much emotion in this house surrounding him. He needs to be either killed, banished or…” Sally fell to her knees, blood dripped from her nose. She began shaking, then she cried out in pain, “STOP!” She stopped shaking, rose to her feet and wiped the blood from her nose with her sleeve.
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’ll tell you what Sally. Keep the line until we’re done with this thing with The Great Sathanas. Then I’ll put you at the head of your own house and you can make the decisions there. Until that time, you will keep your rebellious, conspiratorial and envious nature in check. If you question one of my decisions again, any decision, I will end your existence right there on the spot. You have a gun on you. If you want to challenge my authority pull it out.” Sally remained motionless, staring at the Lavinia’s black and red mask. Lavinia stated, “You’ll be suffering from a brain aneurysm before your body has a chance to react to the thought. I don’t like you Sally. I never have. But you were born in this house and have served this house your entire life. Bite your bitter tongue and control your discontent a little while longer, and you will be rewarded for what you have done for this house. You can go now Sally.” Sally turned and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lavinia’s mask tuned toward her sister, “Damijana, you have something to say.”
Damijana took a long, deep breath, “It’s your day in the sun Lavinia. I wouldn’t do anything to try to diminish it. I would suggest that you tell Clarence not to allow his position to get to his head.”
“Really? What’s his position?”
“You have placed him above everyone else because you love him. And you only love him because you’ve lived a lonely, miserable life without love. Now that you feel love, you are becoming lost in it. Sally is right. A woman in your position cannot allow herself to be ruled by her heart.”
Lavinia replied, “Damijana, as my sister, you know me well. You know that I’m going to do whatever the fuck pleases me. Why? Because I can. I take what I want because I am strong enough, bold enough and determined enough to take it. It is not your place to wonder what rules over my decisions. You know that my will rules over this house and that is all you need to be concerned with. I do appreciate your sisterly concern and advice. Now lets get prepared for our next attack on our enemy. I want him busy hiding and defending positions. We can’t afford to give him time to launch too many counterattacks. He must be destroyed quickly.”
Damijana looked at me, then back at her sister. “As you wish.” Then she turned and walked out the room. Lavinia drummed her gloved fingertips on the desk, her voice said, “Alexandria was not spared by either of us. She is protected by The Furies. Tend to her, make sure she’s fed. There is Valium in the bathroom. Give her some when she starts going through withdrawals and make her drink water. Don‘t touch her and don‘t take any Valium yourself. You need to stay alert.”
“When do we hit Sathanas again?”
“Sally, Damijana and Brianna will hit another one of his houses tonight. You will stay here. I have something planned for you.” I yearned for her touch. She replied to my thought, “You need to steel yourself. You will feel my touch soon enough. You will have a realization exercise tonight.” My heart sank. In that house, there was only one way an individual could ‘realize’ their power and potential, through being tortured
The college girl asked, “What happened to me?” Lavinia was still unable to speak, yet an answer came from behind the mask, “What do you remember?” The girl’s face crinkled up and turned deep red, tears flowed from her eyes, “I was being raped in my apartment.”
“You don’t remember anything after that?”
“N-no, no I don’t.”
Lavinia pulled a small mirror from one of her desk drawers and slid it across her desk toward the girl. She picked up the mirror, her wrists were still taped. When she looked at herself in the mirror she wailed out “No! No! My God No! What the fuck happened to me?”
Lavinia replied, “You were a victim of mind control technology. After you were raped, you were brought to a brothel and sold as a prostitute.” The college girl went silent. Lavinia continued, “They had you on several drugs. You will experience severe withdrawals.”
The college girl lowered her head and quietly wept, then she raised her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. She looked around the room bewildered. She looked at the masked woman sitting in front of her and asked, “Who are you?”
“My name is Lavinia. What happened to you was very unfortunate. I didn’t have anything to do with that, and I’m going to kill the man who did this to you. We were in the process of killing everyone at the brothel where you were held captive, we found you and brought you here.”
“You saved me?”
“No. We decided not to kill you along with everyone else. Do yourself a favor and don’t ask why. We must now decide where to go from here as we cannot let you go.”
“Why not?”
“You’re a link to the murders at the brothel. You’re a link to mind control technology that isn’t supposed to exist; you’re a link to a network of powerful people who won’t want any of this exposed. You’re a loose end.”
“No. I won’t say anything, I promise.”
Lavinia laughed, “You promise not to say anything, huh? No matter what? Think how ridiculous that sounds. People connected to the man who did this to you will hunt you down. You couldn’t do anything to prevent being raped, turned into a sex-slave and sold off as a whore. But here you are promising not to say anything about us.”
“I don’t understand.”
Damijana pointed her .380 at the college girl’s head. Lavinia said, “We will give you a quick death right here and now, if that’s what you want.” The college girl shook her head. Lavinia said, “We can’t let you go and you don’t want us to kill you. So you must stay here. Are you sure that you prefer to live?”
The girl cried, “Yes, yes, but please, please just let me go.”
Lavinia slammed her fist down on the table, “You are not leaving here alive. If you want to live at all, you will stop sniveling and groveling over freedom you cannot attain. If you valued your freedom that much, you would choose death.”
“W-what do you want from me?”
“Well, I have a cage that can be brought down to the basement and you could stay there. That would the best place for you, if you’ll be continuing with the hysterics, gesticulations, tears and questions. Not every member of this house approves of your existence.” The girl looked at Damijana and Sally. “If you can keep mouth your shut and do as you’re told, you will have more freedom of movement. Do you want us to lock you in a cage in the basement?”
“No.”
“I would suggest that you compose yourself and pay close attention to what is going on around you. Take time to figure where you are before entertaining too many more thoughts of escape. You’re already thinking about running at the first opportunity.”
“No…”
Lavinia raised her hand and the girl went silent. “From now on, every time you entertain thoughts of escape, you will be beaten and brutalized.”
The girl looked down at the floor and bit her lower lip. Lavinia continued, “You used to be Sarah Harris. Then you were a whore named Traci. From now on, your name is Alexandria. Your room is at the end of the hall on the right. You are dismissed.” Sally cut the tape on Alexandria’s wrists. She slowly rose from her chair, still trembling. Then she quietly exited the room.
Black Sally pointed at the empty chair, “Clarence, sit here.” I looked at Lavinia. Her voice said, “Just sit down. I’ll deal with her.” Sally shook her head and stated, “Lavinia, of all the people in the world, you are the last person I would expect to allow their heart to guide their decisions. Clarence is playing fucking courtier and there is too much emotion in this house surrounding him. He needs to be either killed, banished or…” Sally fell to her knees, blood dripped from her nose. She began shaking, then she cried out in pain, “STOP!” She stopped shaking, rose to her feet and wiped the blood from her nose with her sleeve.
Lavinia’s voice said, “I’ll tell you what Sally. Keep the line until we’re done with this thing with The Great Sathanas. Then I’ll put you at the head of your own house and you can make the decisions there. Until that time, you will keep your rebellious, conspiratorial and envious nature in check. If you question one of my decisions again, any decision, I will end your existence right there on the spot. You have a gun on you. If you want to challenge my authority pull it out.” Sally remained motionless, staring at the Lavinia’s black and red mask. Lavinia stated, “You’ll be suffering from a brain aneurysm before your body has a chance to react to the thought. I don’t like you Sally. I never have. But you were born in this house and have served this house your entire life. Bite your bitter tongue and control your discontent a little while longer, and you will be rewarded for what you have done for this house. You can go now Sally.” Sally turned and stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.
Lavinia’s mask tuned toward her sister, “Damijana, you have something to say.”
Damijana took a long, deep breath, “It’s your day in the sun Lavinia. I wouldn’t do anything to try to diminish it. I would suggest that you tell Clarence not to allow his position to get to his head.”
“Really? What’s his position?”
“You have placed him above everyone else because you love him. And you only love him because you’ve lived a lonely, miserable life without love. Now that you feel love, you are becoming lost in it. Sally is right. A woman in your position cannot allow herself to be ruled by her heart.”
Lavinia replied, “Damijana, as my sister, you know me well. You know that I’m going to do whatever the fuck pleases me. Why? Because I can. I take what I want because I am strong enough, bold enough and determined enough to take it. It is not your place to wonder what rules over my decisions. You know that my will rules over this house and that is all you need to be concerned with. I do appreciate your sisterly concern and advice. Now lets get prepared for our next attack on our enemy. I want him busy hiding and defending positions. We can’t afford to give him time to launch too many counterattacks. He must be destroyed quickly.”
Damijana looked at me, then back at her sister. “As you wish.” Then she turned and walked out the room. Lavinia drummed her gloved fingertips on the desk, her voice said, “Alexandria was not spared by either of us. She is protected by The Furies. Tend to her, make sure she’s fed. There is Valium in the bathroom. Give her some when she starts going through withdrawals and make her drink water. Don‘t touch her and don‘t take any Valium yourself. You need to stay alert.”
“When do we hit Sathanas again?”
“Sally, Damijana and Brianna will hit another one of his houses tonight. You will stay here. I have something planned for you.” I yearned for her touch. She replied to my thought, “You need to steel yourself. You will feel my touch soon enough. You will have a realization exercise tonight.” My heart sank. In that house, there was only one way an individual could ‘realize’ their power and potential, through being tortured
Kali's Altar 11
Alfred’s old room had four steel loops bolted into the wall to accommodate ropes or cuffs. That was where Brianna stood with her wrists and ankles tied to the loops. Black Sally lit a cigarette, looked Brianna in eyes and said, “You were planning to betray us.”
Brianna shook her head and started to cry. Sally grabbed her chin, slammed her head against the wall and burned Brianna's face with her cigarette. Brianna screamed, jerked around and struggled to free hear hands. She flung her head back and forth sobbing “NOOO!!!! NOOO!!!!”
Sally slapped me on the back, “Let’s go get dinner.”
On the way down the stairs I focused on her and thought, “People have random thoughts. There shouldn’t be a death sentence for it.”
Her voice said, “Brianna didn’t just have a random thought. She had a plan. Plus she’s too fucking stupid to sit at the table.”
“She lost touch with reality. I would imagine you’ve seen that a lot.”
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Sally replied, “I see it more now.”
“You said you were born in this house. Were your parents at the table.”
“No Clarence. Dolores brought my mother here when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother was sacrificed, I was cut from her womb. Dolores always called me her ‘miracle baby‘.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I spent the first 15 years of my life on this property. By the time I found out that there was a world out there beyond these walls; this had already become the only world I was conditioned to exist in. What am I gonna do? Go get a job at the fucking mall? Get a nice boyfriend? How do I tell him that I can’t take him home to meet my family because they’ll torture him and eat him?”
“No, something else must keep you here?”
“Think about how close to me you feel right now. We are communicating with our thoughts. The more we communicate with each other, the deeper we will see into each other’s souls. You can’t get that kind of intimacy out there, it’s all superficial communication. You cannot hide who you are here. I can look right inside you and into your heart, your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, your pain. You could interact with someone for 40 years out there and they wouldn’t know you as well as I do after just a few days. This house, the way we live; this is who I am, this is what I believe in.”
“The Goddess?”
“Clarence, who are you to speak of Goddesses? We are already children of the Goddess. We make our sacrifices, She strengthens and protects us. I don’t have to believe, I know She’s there. Beyond that, I don’t open random doors looking for Fate or Mystery. The Goddess has laid out a Line for you to walk. It’s right there front of you, She even provided you with a Lamp to light your way. But the thousand voices of Malice and Deception will try to lead away from your Path. If that happens you will find Destruction and Nothingness. No more.”
“Is She the Devil?”
“No. I just told you that She has placed you on the Path to Life. What don’t you understand? She gives you life, She takes away your life, She gives you life again. As Her children on this earth we give life and take life. But we’re imperfect. We can’t give life again.”
“What would it mean if somebody could do that?”
“Give life again? That’s called an abomination.”
“Lavinia killed me and resuscitated me, does that make me an abomination?”
“Let’s not get into this Clarence. Maybe she just gave you mouth to mouth. Maybe she just mind-fucked you and made you believe that you died. Lavinia is….Shit!”
“What?”
“I know why Octavia’s here. Dolores used to say that The Old Woman could bring people back from the dead.”
“You’re not being serious. Please tell me you’re not being serious. I don’t know much more of this shit I can take.”
“Calm yourself down Clarence.”
“No. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“It would be too much for any of us to handle Clarence. Let’s just hope that’s not the case.”
“Wait a minute! Tell me about the person that picks up the body parts.”
“That’s a different issue all together Clarence. Dolores made him.”
“Made what? An abomination? Let me just get this straight. What you’re talking about is a person who was dead, Dolores brought him back to life and now he eats human bodies. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Clarence, you need calm down. I have some pills upstairs if you need some.”
“I don’t want any pills Sally. Let’s just go to dinner.“ I turned and walked to the dining room. There was no other response I could make. The house was taking its toll on me. I thought about Brianna and how she lost touch with reality. I wasn’t just losing touch with reality, I was realizing that I didn’t know what ‘reality’ was and never did. I was beginning to wonder if ‘reality’ even existed.
I sat down at the table and quietly ate. Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “Questions, questions, always questions with you. Ask Octavia about the old man with the glass eye, the one she used to see when she was little.”
I looked at Octavia and asked out loud, “Do you remember the old man with the glass eye?” She instantly went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She looked at me with wide-eyes and said, “Yes.” She seemed like she was having hard time sitting still in her seat. I said, “Well, tell me about him.”
She looked down at the table and began to speak, “When I was a little girl, there was this scary old man who lived in a shack out in the woods behind my Grandmother’s house. He had a blue glass eye. It looked like someone had just shoved a big blue marble in his head and called it an eye. He walked all hunched over, he never bathed and he never changed his clothes. You could smell him coming from a mile away. It smelled like a dead animal, but a hundred times worse. Whenever I saw him, he would have all this drool coming out his mouth, sometimes he would have a big circle of some kind of nasty pink foam all over his lips. My Grandmother used to tell me to stay away from him. She wouldn’t tell me why. My uncle said the man was dead. But I didn’t know what he meant. One day I was out by the barn and the old man came out the bushes. He looked at me like he was going to hurt me, hurt me bad. I couldn’t move, I just froze. He came up and grabbed me and started dragging me toward the woods. I screamed. My Uncle came running with an axe and he chopped the man up right in front of me. He just kept hacking at him. Later, he said you have chop ‘em up to kill ‘em.” Tears ran down her face, she bit her lip and stared at the table.
Black Sally sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The Gothic Girl said, “Thank you for sharing that with us Octavia. You’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you? Did your Grandmother have anything to say about the thing she was keeping after it tried to eat you?”
“She wasn’t keeping it. It was on its own.”
“She made it Octavia. Your Grandmother was one of a few people on this continent who could still do that. How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“I remember everything after I was seven, I don’t remember anything before that.”
The Gothic Girl and Black Sally shot each other a serious look. Black Sally said, “Alright story time is over. We’re all meeting in Lavinia’s room tonight. Octavia, Lilith, you two will be in attendance this time. I believe that Lavinia has something special planned for you two this evening.”
Brianna shook her head and started to cry. Sally grabbed her chin, slammed her head against the wall and burned Brianna's face with her cigarette. Brianna screamed, jerked around and struggled to free hear hands. She flung her head back and forth sobbing “NOOO!!!! NOOO!!!!”
Sally slapped me on the back, “Let’s go get dinner.”
On the way down the stairs I focused on her and thought, “People have random thoughts. There shouldn’t be a death sentence for it.”
Her voice said, “Brianna didn’t just have a random thought. She had a plan. Plus she’s too fucking stupid to sit at the table.”
“She lost touch with reality. I would imagine you’ve seen that a lot.”
We stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Sally replied, “I see it more now.”
“You said you were born in this house. Were your parents at the table.”
“No Clarence. Dolores brought my mother here when she was eight months pregnant with me. My mother was sacrificed, I was cut from her womb. Dolores always called me her ‘miracle baby‘.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I spent the first 15 years of my life on this property. By the time I found out that there was a world out there beyond these walls; this had already become the only world I was conditioned to exist in. What am I gonna do? Go get a job at the fucking mall? Get a nice boyfriend? How do I tell him that I can’t take him home to meet my family because they’ll torture him and eat him?”
“No, something else must keep you here?”
“Think about how close to me you feel right now. We are communicating with our thoughts. The more we communicate with each other, the deeper we will see into each other’s souls. You can’t get that kind of intimacy out there, it’s all superficial communication. You cannot hide who you are here. I can look right inside you and into your heart, your dreams, your fantasies, your fears, your pain. You could interact with someone for 40 years out there and they wouldn’t know you as well as I do after just a few days. This house, the way we live; this is who I am, this is what I believe in.”
“The Goddess?”
“Clarence, who are you to speak of Goddesses? We are already children of the Goddess. We make our sacrifices, She strengthens and protects us. I don’t have to believe, I know She’s there. Beyond that, I don’t open random doors looking for Fate or Mystery. The Goddess has laid out a Line for you to walk. It’s right there front of you, She even provided you with a Lamp to light your way. But the thousand voices of Malice and Deception will try to lead away from your Path. If that happens you will find Destruction and Nothingness. No more.”
“Is She the Devil?”
“No. I just told you that She has placed you on the Path to Life. What don’t you understand? She gives you life, She takes away your life, She gives you life again. As Her children on this earth we give life and take life. But we’re imperfect. We can’t give life again.”
“What would it mean if somebody could do that?”
“Give life again? That’s called an abomination.”
“Lavinia killed me and resuscitated me, does that make me an abomination?”
“Let’s not get into this Clarence. Maybe she just gave you mouth to mouth. Maybe she just mind-fucked you and made you believe that you died. Lavinia is….Shit!”
“What?”
“I know why Octavia’s here. Dolores used to say that The Old Woman could bring people back from the dead.”
“You’re not being serious. Please tell me you’re not being serious. I don’t know much more of this shit I can take.”
“Calm yourself down Clarence.”
“No. If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”
“It would be too much for any of us to handle Clarence. Let’s just hope that’s not the case.”
“Wait a minute! Tell me about the person that picks up the body parts.”
“That’s a different issue all together Clarence. Dolores made him.”
“Made what? An abomination? Let me just get this straight. What you’re talking about is a person who was dead, Dolores brought him back to life and now he eats human bodies. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Clarence, you need calm down. I have some pills upstairs if you need some.”
“I don’t want any pills Sally. Let’s just go to dinner.“ I turned and walked to the dining room. There was no other response I could make. The house was taking its toll on me. I thought about Brianna and how she lost touch with reality. I wasn’t just losing touch with reality, I was realizing that I didn’t know what ‘reality’ was and never did. I was beginning to wonder if ‘reality’ even existed.
I sat down at the table and quietly ate. Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “Questions, questions, always questions with you. Ask Octavia about the old man with the glass eye, the one she used to see when she was little.”
I looked at Octavia and asked out loud, “Do you remember the old man with the glass eye?” She instantly went pale, her bottom lip quivered. She looked at me with wide-eyes and said, “Yes.” She seemed like she was having hard time sitting still in her seat. I said, “Well, tell me about him.”
She looked down at the table and began to speak, “When I was a little girl, there was this scary old man who lived in a shack out in the woods behind my Grandmother’s house. He had a blue glass eye. It looked like someone had just shoved a big blue marble in his head and called it an eye. He walked all hunched over, he never bathed and he never changed his clothes. You could smell him coming from a mile away. It smelled like a dead animal, but a hundred times worse. Whenever I saw him, he would have all this drool coming out his mouth, sometimes he would have a big circle of some kind of nasty pink foam all over his lips. My Grandmother used to tell me to stay away from him. She wouldn’t tell me why. My uncle said the man was dead. But I didn’t know what he meant. One day I was out by the barn and the old man came out the bushes. He looked at me like he was going to hurt me, hurt me bad. I couldn’t move, I just froze. He came up and grabbed me and started dragging me toward the woods. I screamed. My Uncle came running with an axe and he chopped the man up right in front of me. He just kept hacking at him. Later, he said you have chop ‘em up to kill ‘em.” Tears ran down her face, she bit her lip and stared at the table.
Black Sally sat back in her chair, closed her eyes and shook her head. The Gothic Girl said, “Thank you for sharing that with us Octavia. You’re just full of fucking surprises aren’t you? Did your Grandmother have anything to say about the thing she was keeping after it tried to eat you?”
“She wasn’t keeping it. It was on its own.”
“She made it Octavia. Your Grandmother was one of a few people on this continent who could still do that. How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“I remember everything after I was seven, I don’t remember anything before that.”
The Gothic Girl and Black Sally shot each other a serious look. Black Sally said, “Alright story time is over. We’re all meeting in Lavinia’s room tonight. Octavia, Lilith, you two will be in attendance this time. I believe that Lavinia has something special planned for you two this evening.”
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Kali's Altar 9
The table met for lunch later than normal. Everyone ate in silence. It seemed that under Lavinia’s rule, meeting at the table was just another meaningless formality on its way to the body dump. The altar had become the house’s main focus. Not the table, not traditions, not personal growth and development; everything was about bringing sacrifices to the altar and feeding Lavinia’s insatiable appetite.
After lunch, I approached the Gothic Girl. I thought, “I have questions.” She nodded her head and we went to the living room. Her voice said, “I already know your questions, but I want to hear you ask me them out loud.”
I asked, “Is there someone else who comes to the house and does some of the work?”
“Yes. But it is nothing for you to worry about. Go on to your next question.”
“I sense somebody else out there. Who is it?”
She took a deep breath, “It’s not going to make you feel better and it doesn’t concern you anyway. There is someone out there. He helps out around the house and we feed him in return.”
“He takes the body parts?”
“Yes.”
“Does he eat them?”
“Yes.”
She was right, that knowledge did not make me feel any better. I asked, “Is he considered part of the table?”
“No, Clarence, he is not. Let’s just say he has more beast-like characteristics than he does human. You want to stay from him.”
“Aren’t you worried that someone might come around someday asking questions? Doesn‘t anyone get suspicious?”
“That hasn’t happened yet. But now that my sister in charge, a lot more people are going to disappear. Someone will eventually get suspicious. It wouldn‘t be first time something like that happened to house like ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t fool yourself into believing that what we do here is new or unique. Far from it, these rituals have been carried out since the dawn of man and they have continued to be carried out through the ages. Our thing is tribal, ancient and sacred. We live on the fringes of civilized society. In a way, we have never come out of the woods. The Thugs in India did their thing secret for centuries, then they got too large and too many people disappeared. When families like ours are discovered, we always make history due to the unbelievably high body count. You could look through old news articles and easily find the families who have been destroyed by allowing themselves to be discovered. Anytime a killer, or group of killers, has a body count is in the hundreds, its almost always going to be connected to house similar to this one. Sometimes they just catch one individual from a family, like that Holmes guy in Chicago. When you’re in an area where there is an unusually high amount of missing people, that’s usually an area with at least one active family. We are all cousins to each other, we all came from the same place. We were once all united. It isn’t like that anymore. We stay away from each other now. Lavinia intends to change that. If she does, we might end up in the history books with India’s Thugs. When you have a confederation, way too many people come up missing to hide it.”
“Do all these other families use telepathy?”
“Of course, that is the main thing we have in common. The torture and human sacrifice is used to increase our power both as individuals, and as a group. The closer the telepathic is to their primal self, the more powerful they will be. That makes savagery essential for us and every other family like us. The meat strengthens us as well. You’ve felt it. Do you see how quick Lavinia is recovering? That is because of the meat. If the meat brings power, it goes without saying that some will constantly want more. Now, Lavinia is not just hungry for power, she also has sexual needs that require a constant supply of bodies. By the time she’s done, if she ever gets caught, they won’t list her with the other serial killers. They’ll have to put her in the medical books with the infectious diseases. Do you understand what you are a part of here? Do realize just how deep in this shit you really are? What do you think your future is with Lavinia? That doctor worked for this house for years. That wasn’t first time he got a blowjob. But it is the first time he tried to do it during Lavinia’s rule.”
“She killed him because he got blowjob from that woman?”
“No, she killed him because he was there. Think of a nymphomaniac who needs it all day everyday. She’ll fuck the gardener, the garbage man, the mailman, her boss, her husband and his friends. She’ll fuck anyone who is there at the time. That’s Lavinia. The thing is that she needs someone to die every time she fucks. You should be able to see how quickly this could get out of hand. And how long do you think it’s going to take before you end up like the good doctor or Alfred? What happens when the honeymoon phase is over and she finds out that you snore? What do you think she’s thinking when your dick is inside of her? I’m sure it makes you feel like quite the stud to have the Matriarch in love with your dick; a Matriarch who has a fetish for off cutting dicks and preserving the ones she likes in jars.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“First, don’t give me anymore of that ’I had no choice’ shit. I understand the position you are in. But you fell in love with her Clarence. That what the issue is here. You did have a choice about falling in love with her. You know exactly what she’s about and you fell with her anyway. You need to learn to put your penis away when you’re engaging in the politics of this house. Men typically have a very low life expectancy at the table, so low that we rarely waste time bringing them. You come to the table with your dick in your hand and you will get used as a pawn and torn to pieces.”
“Where do we stand now?”
“I carved my name in your chest.”
“That won’t help anything if Lavinia just slices it off later.”
“I’m not talking to Lavinia, I’m talking to YOU!”
“If you’re sister is going to kill me anyway and there is nothing you can do about it…”
Anger was a like a fire in her eyes, “I didn’t say that I can’t do anything about it. What I AM saying to you right now Clarence, is that you better start giving me reason to save you!” She got up and left the room.
As I sat there thinking about what was said, Lavinia’s voice came into my mind: “My sister acts like you made a bad decision. Is that what you think?”
I thought, “No.”
“Your love for me is real. I see where it comes from. When I reach the heights of power, you will remember that you were the only one there with me when I was at my lowest point. When I was there suffering alone on a dirty, piss-stained mattress in the cold basement, you were the only one there to bring me a blanket. You did this in spite of the cruelty I had shown you. I won’t forget that, ever. How many men do you think have chewed my food for me and fed me? None. And that’s exactly how many men I have loved before you. Do you remember when I gave you the choice to walk away or stay? I offered you the opportunity to walk away free with all the money you would ever need. You didn’t take it, instead you chose to stay with a disfigured, crippled woman who you thought would probably kill you sometime in the future. You stayed because you love me. When you stayed, you took my heart in your hands.”
I felt like they were trying to figure out the best place to cut me, in order to split me down the middle. I didn’t see to many choices. I couldn’t turn away from Lavinia just like the Gothic Girl couldn’t just stand up at the table announce herself the Matriarch. Things just don’t work like that. But the Gothic Girl did have a point, Lavinia was too bloodthirsty.
It was an addiction for her. She was addicted to torture and murder like a drug-addict is addicted to his dope. The habit doesn’t slow down, it progressively gets worse. If she’s snatching Jehovah’s Witnesses off the porch today, what will she do tomorrow? I had to ask myself if I was addicted to her, or if I just like her. More and more, I thought and fantasized about the blood-soaked orgy, the feeling of participating in the ultimate taboo. The feeling that you have the power, courage and strength of will to take that route. Was I in love with Lavinia? Or was I in love with that part of myself that was just like her? That hidden, secret and shameful part of myself. Or, was I in love with the way she brought that part of me out, accepted it, validated it, made love with it and nurtured it? It was all of the above, and denying that I truly loved Lavinia would have been like trying to swat away flies while wearing a straight-jacket. However, I also could not deny that I truly loved her sister. It was easy to see why men had such a short life-expectancy at the table.
After lunch, I approached the Gothic Girl. I thought, “I have questions.” She nodded her head and we went to the living room. Her voice said, “I already know your questions, but I want to hear you ask me them out loud.”
I asked, “Is there someone else who comes to the house and does some of the work?”
“Yes. But it is nothing for you to worry about. Go on to your next question.”
“I sense somebody else out there. Who is it?”
She took a deep breath, “It’s not going to make you feel better and it doesn’t concern you anyway. There is someone out there. He helps out around the house and we feed him in return.”
“He takes the body parts?”
“Yes.”
“Does he eat them?”
“Yes.”
She was right, that knowledge did not make me feel any better. I asked, “Is he considered part of the table?”
“No, Clarence, he is not. Let’s just say he has more beast-like characteristics than he does human. You want to stay from him.”
“Aren’t you worried that someone might come around someday asking questions? Doesn‘t anyone get suspicious?”
“That hasn’t happened yet. But now that my sister in charge, a lot more people are going to disappear. Someone will eventually get suspicious. It wouldn‘t be first time something like that happened to house like ours.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t fool yourself into believing that what we do here is new or unique. Far from it, these rituals have been carried out since the dawn of man and they have continued to be carried out through the ages. Our thing is tribal, ancient and sacred. We live on the fringes of civilized society. In a way, we have never come out of the woods. The Thugs in India did their thing secret for centuries, then they got too large and too many people disappeared. When families like ours are discovered, we always make history due to the unbelievably high body count. You could look through old news articles and easily find the families who have been destroyed by allowing themselves to be discovered. Anytime a killer, or group of killers, has a body count is in the hundreds, its almost always going to be connected to house similar to this one. Sometimes they just catch one individual from a family, like that Holmes guy in Chicago. When you’re in an area where there is an unusually high amount of missing people, that’s usually an area with at least one active family. We are all cousins to each other, we all came from the same place. We were once all united. It isn’t like that anymore. We stay away from each other now. Lavinia intends to change that. If she does, we might end up in the history books with India’s Thugs. When you have a confederation, way too many people come up missing to hide it.”
“Do all these other families use telepathy?”
“Of course, that is the main thing we have in common. The torture and human sacrifice is used to increase our power both as individuals, and as a group. The closer the telepathic is to their primal self, the more powerful they will be. That makes savagery essential for us and every other family like us. The meat strengthens us as well. You’ve felt it. Do you see how quick Lavinia is recovering? That is because of the meat. If the meat brings power, it goes without saying that some will constantly want more. Now, Lavinia is not just hungry for power, she also has sexual needs that require a constant supply of bodies. By the time she’s done, if she ever gets caught, they won’t list her with the other serial killers. They’ll have to put her in the medical books with the infectious diseases. Do you understand what you are a part of here? Do realize just how deep in this shit you really are? What do you think your future is with Lavinia? That doctor worked for this house for years. That wasn’t first time he got a blowjob. But it is the first time he tried to do it during Lavinia’s rule.”
“She killed him because he got blowjob from that woman?”
“No, she killed him because he was there. Think of a nymphomaniac who needs it all day everyday. She’ll fuck the gardener, the garbage man, the mailman, her boss, her husband and his friends. She’ll fuck anyone who is there at the time. That’s Lavinia. The thing is that she needs someone to die every time she fucks. You should be able to see how quickly this could get out of hand. And how long do you think it’s going to take before you end up like the good doctor or Alfred? What happens when the honeymoon phase is over and she finds out that you snore? What do you think she’s thinking when your dick is inside of her? I’m sure it makes you feel like quite the stud to have the Matriarch in love with your dick; a Matriarch who has a fetish for off cutting dicks and preserving the ones she likes in jars.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“First, don’t give me anymore of that ’I had no choice’ shit. I understand the position you are in. But you fell in love with her Clarence. That what the issue is here. You did have a choice about falling in love with her. You know exactly what she’s about and you fell with her anyway. You need to learn to put your penis away when you’re engaging in the politics of this house. Men typically have a very low life expectancy at the table, so low that we rarely waste time bringing them. You come to the table with your dick in your hand and you will get used as a pawn and torn to pieces.”
“Where do we stand now?”
“I carved my name in your chest.”
“That won’t help anything if Lavinia just slices it off later.”
“I’m not talking to Lavinia, I’m talking to YOU!”
“If you’re sister is going to kill me anyway and there is nothing you can do about it…”
Anger was a like a fire in her eyes, “I didn’t say that I can’t do anything about it. What I AM saying to you right now Clarence, is that you better start giving me reason to save you!” She got up and left the room.
As I sat there thinking about what was said, Lavinia’s voice came into my mind: “My sister acts like you made a bad decision. Is that what you think?”
I thought, “No.”
“Your love for me is real. I see where it comes from. When I reach the heights of power, you will remember that you were the only one there with me when I was at my lowest point. When I was there suffering alone on a dirty, piss-stained mattress in the cold basement, you were the only one there to bring me a blanket. You did this in spite of the cruelty I had shown you. I won’t forget that, ever. How many men do you think have chewed my food for me and fed me? None. And that’s exactly how many men I have loved before you. Do you remember when I gave you the choice to walk away or stay? I offered you the opportunity to walk away free with all the money you would ever need. You didn’t take it, instead you chose to stay with a disfigured, crippled woman who you thought would probably kill you sometime in the future. You stayed because you love me. When you stayed, you took my heart in your hands.”
I felt like they were trying to figure out the best place to cut me, in order to split me down the middle. I didn’t see to many choices. I couldn’t turn away from Lavinia just like the Gothic Girl couldn’t just stand up at the table announce herself the Matriarch. Things just don’t work like that. But the Gothic Girl did have a point, Lavinia was too bloodthirsty.
It was an addiction for her. She was addicted to torture and murder like a drug-addict is addicted to his dope. The habit doesn’t slow down, it progressively gets worse. If she’s snatching Jehovah’s Witnesses off the porch today, what will she do tomorrow? I had to ask myself if I was addicted to her, or if I just like her. More and more, I thought and fantasized about the blood-soaked orgy, the feeling of participating in the ultimate taboo. The feeling that you have the power, courage and strength of will to take that route. Was I in love with Lavinia? Or was I in love with that part of myself that was just like her? That hidden, secret and shameful part of myself. Or, was I in love with the way she brought that part of me out, accepted it, validated it, made love with it and nurtured it? It was all of the above, and denying that I truly loved Lavinia would have been like trying to swat away flies while wearing a straight-jacket. However, I also could not deny that I truly loved her sister. It was easy to see why men had such a short life-expectancy at the table.
Kali's Altar 8
Lavinia was an extreme sexual sadist. As time went on and her power grew, she became more and more of a monster. If you were within her reach, she would grab you. She brought the blood rituals back to the house and corrupted the souls of everyone at the table.
After we stripped off our clothes, Black Sally went to the chest and brought out a machete. She hacked the doctor’s body to pieces. We rolled around naked in the blood and gore; we groped and kissed and sucked and licked as we glided over one another’s bodies. The older woman whimpered and sobbed as she laid naked and helpless in the doctor’s blood.
Lavinia gripped my arm and pulled me toward her. She held the liver to my mouth, I fed her as I had done before. As I laid on top of her, she grabbed my cock and guided me into her hot, wet pussy. I didn’t care about my past, my future or anything else in the world. All I cared about at that time was the moment, and I would have been content to die in that moment.
My cock slid in and out of Lavinia’s tight pussy. I pulled out and came on her stomach. She mixed the seed with the blood. The heart was placed on the altar, as was the doctor’s severed head. The woman bound on the floor kept her eyes shut tight. The woman locked in the cage kept her eyes glued on the action.
Black Sally and Brianna rolled the older woman around in the blood. Lavinia crawled naked on her stomach through the blood and gore to get to the woman. Sally flipped the woman over on her back. Lavinia crawled on top of the her, dagger in hand.
Lavinia had Brianna and Sally hold the woman’s legs. Lavinia used her dagger to slice the woman’s breasts off. Then she took the dagger, shoved it in the woman’s vagina and fucked her with it.
Black Sally cut the woman’s throat. Lavinia turned over on her back and played with her clit. I went to her. I kneeled in front of her. I put my head between her thighs and licked and sucked on her clit. Her hips bucked up and down, she dug her nails into my shoulders and filled my head with banshee’s shriek as she came.
The liver was removed and passed around. I felt intoxicated. I heard the howling of wolves and the beating of drums. In my mind, I saw the eye of the Goddess; it was like a black hole, endlessly killing and consuming and continually growing larger and more powerful. I sensed that eventually it would consume the whole universe, and become a universe unto itself.
The woman’s head was placed on the altar. Lavinia scooted herself to the door, opened it and slowly pushed herself up into a handstand. She walked out into the hall on her hands. The woman in the cage watched us dismember her mentor, pick up all the pieces, soak up the blood and replace the plastic sheets. She didn’t move, she didn’t make a muffled sound, but she never took her eyes off us. We did all the work still naked and bloody. Black Sally pushed a wheel-barrow up to the backdoor. We loaded the parts in the barrow. When I got to the shed, I noticed that the pieces from the previous night were gone. Again, I got that uneasy feeling, like there was someone watching me from the shadows.
I went back to the house, showered and removed all my blood-soaked bandages. I figured the bandages were too much of a hindrance as they kept getting drenched with blood. The Gothic Girl’s voice penetrated my mind, “I want to see you in the den in five minutes.“ After scavenging a pair of coveralls from Selene’s room, I went to the den. The Gothic Girl was already there seated in an armchair. She was clean, showered and wore a fresh uniform.
Her voice said, “I see you and Lavinia have your own ritual going on.”
I thought, “If you didn’t want that to happen, you shouldn’t have left me here alone.”
“I believe that’s number four on the list of most pathetic things a man can say.”
“What’s number one?”
“I love you.”
“I do love you…”
“But you love my sister too? I know that you weren‘t fucking ME upstairs NOW WERE YOU?!?!”
“I didn’t…”
She smacked me across the face, “Let me guess. You didn’t have any choice. That’s number two on the list. You’re just a pathetic man aren’t you Clarence?”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “You don’t have to take that from her. Stand up for yourself. Put her in her place.”
I didn’t know what to do, they were both in my head at once. The Gothic Girl picked up on the fact and punched me in the face. Blood flowed from my nose. She kneed me hard in the balls and pushed me so that I fell backward over the coffee table. Then she jumped on me and sat on my chest, pinning down my arms with her knees. She pulled a knife from her boot. Then she unsnapped the top two buttons of my coveralls to expose the upper part of my chest by my neck. I felt the tip of her blade pierce my flesh. The pain wasn’t extreme, but I knew she was cutting me and it seemed like it would never end. When she was done, she stared me in the eyes and licked my blood off her fingers. She got off me and walked out the room.
I went back to the bathroom to view and clean my new wound. Lavinia’s voice said, “You showed her didn’t you slave? You better figure out a way to deal with that situation. You hurt her feelings. If you can’t find a way to rectify that, she’s probably going to kill you.”
I looked at my wound in the mirror. DAMIJANA was carved into my chest. Blood flowed down my chest and stomach. I had to put a bandage on to keep from bleeding everywhere. I got a new pair of coveralls and changed. Brianna came in the room.
She said, “Be cool. I just want to talk to you.” She shut the door behind her. “Look, I don’t want to have to be always watching my back for you. I’m not going to live like that. If I think that I’m gonna have to keep worrying about you, I’m going to kill you. You see, you can’t afford to have to be always watching me either. We’re alone in a house full of wolves. We’ll be stronger if we work together. I need to know that somebody in this world has my fucking back right now, okay Clarence. In return, I’ll watch your back. Now, I know that we have to torture each other sometimes. But Clarence, it is possible to do that in way that doesn’t leave a person maimed. We can take turns with each other and do this in a civilized way.” She pulled a gun from the small of her back and pointed it at me. “Or we can just say ‘Fuck it’ and end this right now.”
I said, “Let’s work together.”
After we stripped off our clothes, Black Sally went to the chest and brought out a machete. She hacked the doctor’s body to pieces. We rolled around naked in the blood and gore; we groped and kissed and sucked and licked as we glided over one another’s bodies. The older woman whimpered and sobbed as she laid naked and helpless in the doctor’s blood.
Lavinia gripped my arm and pulled me toward her. She held the liver to my mouth, I fed her as I had done before. As I laid on top of her, she grabbed my cock and guided me into her hot, wet pussy. I didn’t care about my past, my future or anything else in the world. All I cared about at that time was the moment, and I would have been content to die in that moment.
My cock slid in and out of Lavinia’s tight pussy. I pulled out and came on her stomach. She mixed the seed with the blood. The heart was placed on the altar, as was the doctor’s severed head. The woman bound on the floor kept her eyes shut tight. The woman locked in the cage kept her eyes glued on the action.
Black Sally and Brianna rolled the older woman around in the blood. Lavinia crawled naked on her stomach through the blood and gore to get to the woman. Sally flipped the woman over on her back. Lavinia crawled on top of the her, dagger in hand.
Lavinia had Brianna and Sally hold the woman’s legs. Lavinia used her dagger to slice the woman’s breasts off. Then she took the dagger, shoved it in the woman’s vagina and fucked her with it.
Black Sally cut the woman’s throat. Lavinia turned over on her back and played with her clit. I went to her. I kneeled in front of her. I put my head between her thighs and licked and sucked on her clit. Her hips bucked up and down, she dug her nails into my shoulders and filled my head with banshee’s shriek as she came.
The liver was removed and passed around. I felt intoxicated. I heard the howling of wolves and the beating of drums. In my mind, I saw the eye of the Goddess; it was like a black hole, endlessly killing and consuming and continually growing larger and more powerful. I sensed that eventually it would consume the whole universe, and become a universe unto itself.
The woman’s head was placed on the altar. Lavinia scooted herself to the door, opened it and slowly pushed herself up into a handstand. She walked out into the hall on her hands. The woman in the cage watched us dismember her mentor, pick up all the pieces, soak up the blood and replace the plastic sheets. She didn’t move, she didn’t make a muffled sound, but she never took her eyes off us. We did all the work still naked and bloody. Black Sally pushed a wheel-barrow up to the backdoor. We loaded the parts in the barrow. When I got to the shed, I noticed that the pieces from the previous night were gone. Again, I got that uneasy feeling, like there was someone watching me from the shadows.
I went back to the house, showered and removed all my blood-soaked bandages. I figured the bandages were too much of a hindrance as they kept getting drenched with blood. The Gothic Girl’s voice penetrated my mind, “I want to see you in the den in five minutes.“ After scavenging a pair of coveralls from Selene’s room, I went to the den. The Gothic Girl was already there seated in an armchair. She was clean, showered and wore a fresh uniform.
Her voice said, “I see you and Lavinia have your own ritual going on.”
I thought, “If you didn’t want that to happen, you shouldn’t have left me here alone.”
“I believe that’s number four on the list of most pathetic things a man can say.”
“What’s number one?”
“I love you.”
“I do love you…”
“But you love my sister too? I know that you weren‘t fucking ME upstairs NOW WERE YOU?!?!”
“I didn’t…”
She smacked me across the face, “Let me guess. You didn’t have any choice. That’s number two on the list. You’re just a pathetic man aren’t you Clarence?”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “You don’t have to take that from her. Stand up for yourself. Put her in her place.”
I didn’t know what to do, they were both in my head at once. The Gothic Girl picked up on the fact and punched me in the face. Blood flowed from my nose. She kneed me hard in the balls and pushed me so that I fell backward over the coffee table. Then she jumped on me and sat on my chest, pinning down my arms with her knees. She pulled a knife from her boot. Then she unsnapped the top two buttons of my coveralls to expose the upper part of my chest by my neck. I felt the tip of her blade pierce my flesh. The pain wasn’t extreme, but I knew she was cutting me and it seemed like it would never end. When she was done, she stared me in the eyes and licked my blood off her fingers. She got off me and walked out the room.
I went back to the bathroom to view and clean my new wound. Lavinia’s voice said, “You showed her didn’t you slave? You better figure out a way to deal with that situation. You hurt her feelings. If you can’t find a way to rectify that, she’s probably going to kill you.”
I looked at my wound in the mirror. DAMIJANA was carved into my chest. Blood flowed down my chest and stomach. I had to put a bandage on to keep from bleeding everywhere. I got a new pair of coveralls and changed. Brianna came in the room.
She said, “Be cool. I just want to talk to you.” She shut the door behind her. “Look, I don’t want to have to be always watching my back for you. I’m not going to live like that. If I think that I’m gonna have to keep worrying about you, I’m going to kill you. You see, you can’t afford to have to be always watching me either. We’re alone in a house full of wolves. We’ll be stronger if we work together. I need to know that somebody in this world has my fucking back right now, okay Clarence. In return, I’ll watch your back. Now, I know that we have to torture each other sometimes. But Clarence, it is possible to do that in way that doesn’t leave a person maimed. We can take turns with each other and do this in a civilized way.” She pulled a gun from the small of her back and pointed it at me. “Or we can just say ‘Fuck it’ and end this right now.”
I said, “Let’s work together.”
Kali's Altar 7
The doctor entered Lavinia’s office. He looked like he was in his 50’s and he dressed like he worked at a hardware store, not a doctor’s office. Most people wouldn’t have trusted him with their dogs, let alone their lives. Octavia came out the bathroom. Lavinia’s voice said, “Octavia, sit down and let the doctor look at your hand. Clarence, there is a meeting you are required to attend downstairs.”
When I got downstairs, the Gothic Girl, Black Sally and Brianna were standing by the foyer. Sally held her pistol in her hand. Brianna had rope. The Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Come stand by me. When they come in, we’ll force them to the floor and tie them.”
“How many?”
“Two. They’ll be easy.”
The doorbell rang. Ira came down the hall and passed between us as if we weren’t even there. She answered the door, greeted the visitors and let them in. I didn’t see them women until they were already on the floor and Brianna was tying their hands behind their backs. It was two women. One was older and heavyset; she had shoulder length brown hair streaked with gray. The other woman was younger, she looked 19 or 20. She was slender and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. They were both dressed conservatively in light-colored blouses and brown slacks. The religious pamphlets they carried were scattered all over the floor. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
We stood the women up. The younger one looked terrified. The older woman asked, “What do you want from us?” Brianna pulled a strip of duct tape from the roll, tore it off and covered the woman’s mouth. She did the same to the younger woman. They both trembled and cried.
The Gothic Girl said, “We’re taking them to Lavinia.”
We brought the women to Lavinia’s room. It was completely different from when I saw it last. The bed had been removed. The floors and walls were covered with large sheets of plastic. A steel cage had been placed in one corner of the room. The cage was small for a human, about four feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. There was a large black trunk pushed up against the wall. Candles and incense burned on the altar. Lavinia sat in her armchair. Again, I got the feeling that Lavinia had another person under her control who was not known to the house. Who carried the bed out?
The women’s muffled sobs and cries were the only sounds that could be heard. Black Sally went to the trunk, grabbed four pairs of scissors and passed them out. We took the women shoes off and cut off all their clothes. The younger stood shaking and shivering; the Gothic Girl put her in the cage.
The doctor came in the room. Brianna gave him a look that stated what I felt, ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ The doctor set his bag on the floor, never taking his eyes off the naked and terrified woman shivering in front of him. Sally held her gun to the woman’s head and forced her to her knees. The doctor undid his pants and stood in front of the woman, his cock inches from her face. Sally took the tape off the woman’s mouth. She cried, “Please, please…”
Sally demanded, “Open your mouth! OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW BITCH!” She smacked her across the face. I looked over at the caged woman. She knelt in the cage crying. Her face was red and soaked with tears. Snot dripped from her nose to the duct tape covering her mouth.
The older woman opened her mouth; the doctor grabbed her by the back of her head, he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then she shoved it in her mouth. He fucked her face deep and held it there, his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out and the woman vomited. He shoved his dick back in her mouth before she could even catch her breath.
There was a strange tension in the room. Brianna paced back and forth. The Gothic Girl looked like she didn’t approve of what was going on. I guessed that the doctor was enjoying the benefits of being employed by the family. However, I couldn’t help sense that I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the sight of an outsider taking liberties in our house.
The doctor pushed the woman on her back, she laid on her bound hands. The doctor forced himself between her legs and started fucking her. I saw Lavinia’s blank, bandaged face looking at me, out of the corner of my eye. I heard her voice in my head, “Go in my chest, there is a bat in there. Get it and knock out the doctor.”
I went to the chest. It was full of weapons, tools and wicked instruments of torture. I grabbed the wooden baseball bat and bashed the doctor in the side of the head. He fell to his side and laid there twitching. The bound woman on the floor looked up at me like a frightened deer. Brianna turned the doctor over on his stomach and tied his hands and ankles. His clothes were cut and torn away.
Lavinia climbed off the chair using just her arms. The she used her arms to move of herself close to the doctor. She sat beside him, her black gown was fanned out on the floor around her. Brianna flipped the man back over. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get me the torch.” I dropped the bat back into the chest, pulled out the handheld blowtorch and gave it to her. She lit up the torch, it had a self-igniting head.
Lavinia pulled the Doctor out of his unconscious state by burning off his right nipple. He woke up screaming, he tried to get up. The Gothic Girl kicked him in the face and held his head to floor under her boot. Brianna sat on his legs.
Lavinia grabbed the head of the man’s dick between her fingers. The doctor was no longer turned on, his dick was limp as a wet noodle. She pulled up on his cock and held it stretched. Then she took the torch and began searing the flesh on the man’s cock. Smoke rose from his genitals, the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The doctor screamed like an upset infant. His voice went hoarse, his screams were reduced to a series of gravelly grunts and hums. When all the skin on his dick was burnt black, with cracks and lines of red, Lavinia moved on and began blackening his balls. Lavinia’s voice said. “Go get the hammer and nails.”
I went to the chest, found the hammer and a box of three inch nails. Lavinia’s voice said, “Kneel down beside him. Good. Feel the top of his shoulder with your hand. Do you feel the spot where his arm meets his body? Start hammering your nails in there.”
I pressed the tip of the nail against his flesh and pounded it into his shoulder. The man struggled in vain. His voice returned momentarily, the room was filled with his high-pitched screams. I picked up another nail and tried to hammer it into his collarbone. The nail went in but the bone snapped under the pressure.
Lavinia turned off the torch and set it on the floor. A blade flashed in her hand. She sliced open the man’s scrotum and pulled one of the long, steel hairpins from her bun. Then she reached her fingers into the man’s scrotum and pulled out one of his testicles. She impaled the testicle with her hair-pin. Then she set the exposed testicle, still attached to the body, on the man’s thigh. She repeated the process with the other nut.
I kept hammering nails into the man’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The Gothic Girl pulled a container of table salt from the chest, walked over to the doctor and poured the salt on his tortured genitals. The doctor bit through his lip. He had completely lost his voice; he just let out a non-stop raspy growl. I saw his eyes, the man had given up and was just hoping death would hurry up and take him. Lavinia scraped and sliced the cooked flesh off the doctor’s penis. The Gothic Girl dumped salt on it. The man’s face was a horrific mask of agony and excruciating pain. His face bothered me. His lips were pulled back in a teeth-baring sneer. I hit him in the mouth with the hammer, busting his lips and shattering his front teeth.
Lavinia took her a dagger and sliced away the doctor’s dick and balls. It was like someone had turned on a blood fountain in his groin. Blood squirted all over the bandages that covered Lavinia’s face. She held his severed, burnt and mutilated gentials in the air, then she shoved the handful of gore in the doctor’s mouth. He struggled. The Gothic Girl got on her knees and held his head. He tried to spit out the remains of his genitals. Lavinia’s voice said, “Shove that shit back in his mouth and hold it there. Plug his nose.”
Lavinia laid her head on the doctors chest and slid her hand underneath her gown. She masturbated while the doctor choked to death on his own dick and balls. All the while, the older woman laid frozen on the floor. Both her, and her younger companion, watched it all. I wondered what was going through their minds. Lavinia cut the doctor open; she removed his heart and liver. The plastic sheets collected the blood into a pool. Black Sally came over and sat down beside us in the pool of blood. We all began removing our clothes. I looked at woman bound on the floor and said, “Now the real fun is about to start.”
She screamed.
When I got downstairs, the Gothic Girl, Black Sally and Brianna were standing by the foyer. Sally held her pistol in her hand. Brianna had rope. The Gothic Girl’s voice came into my mind, “Come stand by me. When they come in, we’ll force them to the floor and tie them.”
“How many?”
“Two. They’ll be easy.”
The doorbell rang. Ira came down the hall and passed between us as if we weren’t even there. She answered the door, greeted the visitors and let them in. I didn’t see them women until they were already on the floor and Brianna was tying their hands behind their backs. It was two women. One was older and heavyset; she had shoulder length brown hair streaked with gray. The other woman was younger, she looked 19 or 20. She was slender and had long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. They were both dressed conservatively in light-colored blouses and brown slacks. The religious pamphlets they carried were scattered all over the floor. Jehovah’s Witnesses.
We stood the women up. The younger one looked terrified. The older woman asked, “What do you want from us?” Brianna pulled a strip of duct tape from the roll, tore it off and covered the woman’s mouth. She did the same to the younger woman. They both trembled and cried.
The Gothic Girl said, “We’re taking them to Lavinia.”
We brought the women to Lavinia’s room. It was completely different from when I saw it last. The bed had been removed. The floors and walls were covered with large sheets of plastic. A steel cage had been placed in one corner of the room. The cage was small for a human, about four feet high, three feet wide and four feet long. There was a large black trunk pushed up against the wall. Candles and incense burned on the altar. Lavinia sat in her armchair. Again, I got the feeling that Lavinia had another person under her control who was not known to the house. Who carried the bed out?
The women’s muffled sobs and cries were the only sounds that could be heard. Black Sally went to the trunk, grabbed four pairs of scissors and passed them out. We took the women shoes off and cut off all their clothes. The younger stood shaking and shivering; the Gothic Girl put her in the cage.
The doctor came in the room. Brianna gave him a look that stated what I felt, ‘What the hell is he doing here?’ The doctor set his bag on the floor, never taking his eyes off the naked and terrified woman shivering in front of him. Sally held her gun to the woman’s head and forced her to her knees. The doctor undid his pants and stood in front of the woman, his cock inches from her face. Sally took the tape off the woman’s mouth. She cried, “Please, please…”
Sally demanded, “Open your mouth! OPEN YOUR MOUTH NOW BITCH!” She smacked her across the face. I looked over at the caged woman. She knelt in the cage crying. Her face was red and soaked with tears. Snot dripped from her nose to the duct tape covering her mouth.
The older woman opened her mouth; the doctor grabbed her by the back of her head, he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, then she shoved it in her mouth. He fucked her face deep and held it there, his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out and the woman vomited. He shoved his dick back in her mouth before she could even catch her breath.
There was a strange tension in the room. Brianna paced back and forth. The Gothic Girl looked like she didn’t approve of what was going on. I guessed that the doctor was enjoying the benefits of being employed by the family. However, I couldn’t help sense that I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the sight of an outsider taking liberties in our house.
The doctor pushed the woman on her back, she laid on her bound hands. The doctor forced himself between her legs and started fucking her. I saw Lavinia’s blank, bandaged face looking at me, out of the corner of my eye. I heard her voice in my head, “Go in my chest, there is a bat in there. Get it and knock out the doctor.”
I went to the chest. It was full of weapons, tools and wicked instruments of torture. I grabbed the wooden baseball bat and bashed the doctor in the side of the head. He fell to his side and laid there twitching. The bound woman on the floor looked up at me like a frightened deer. Brianna turned the doctor over on his stomach and tied his hands and ankles. His clothes were cut and torn away.
Lavinia climbed off the chair using just her arms. The she used her arms to move of herself close to the doctor. She sat beside him, her black gown was fanned out on the floor around her. Brianna flipped the man back over. Lavinia’s voice said, “Get me the torch.” I dropped the bat back into the chest, pulled out the handheld blowtorch and gave it to her. She lit up the torch, it had a self-igniting head.
Lavinia pulled the Doctor out of his unconscious state by burning off his right nipple. He woke up screaming, he tried to get up. The Gothic Girl kicked him in the face and held his head to floor under her boot. Brianna sat on his legs.
Lavinia grabbed the head of the man’s dick between her fingers. The doctor was no longer turned on, his dick was limp as a wet noodle. She pulled up on his cock and held it stretched. Then she took the torch and began searing the flesh on the man’s cock. Smoke rose from his genitals, the smell of burnt flesh hung in the air. The doctor screamed like an upset infant. His voice went hoarse, his screams were reduced to a series of gravelly grunts and hums. When all the skin on his dick was burnt black, with cracks and lines of red, Lavinia moved on and began blackening his balls. Lavinia’s voice said. “Go get the hammer and nails.”
I went to the chest, found the hammer and a box of three inch nails. Lavinia’s voice said, “Kneel down beside him. Good. Feel the top of his shoulder with your hand. Do you feel the spot where his arm meets his body? Start hammering your nails in there.”
I pressed the tip of the nail against his flesh and pounded it into his shoulder. The man struggled in vain. His voice returned momentarily, the room was filled with his high-pitched screams. I picked up another nail and tried to hammer it into his collarbone. The nail went in but the bone snapped under the pressure.
Lavinia turned off the torch and set it on the floor. A blade flashed in her hand. She sliced open the man’s scrotum and pulled one of the long, steel hairpins from her bun. Then she reached her fingers into the man’s scrotum and pulled out one of his testicles. She impaled the testicle with her hair-pin. Then she set the exposed testicle, still attached to the body, on the man’s thigh. She repeated the process with the other nut.
I kept hammering nails into the man’s shoulders, arms, chest and stomach. The Gothic Girl pulled a container of table salt from the chest, walked over to the doctor and poured the salt on his tortured genitals. The doctor bit through his lip. He had completely lost his voice; he just let out a non-stop raspy growl. I saw his eyes, the man had given up and was just hoping death would hurry up and take him. Lavinia scraped and sliced the cooked flesh off the doctor’s penis. The Gothic Girl dumped salt on it. The man’s face was a horrific mask of agony and excruciating pain. His face bothered me. His lips were pulled back in a teeth-baring sneer. I hit him in the mouth with the hammer, busting his lips and shattering his front teeth.
Lavinia took her a dagger and sliced away the doctor’s dick and balls. It was like someone had turned on a blood fountain in his groin. Blood squirted all over the bandages that covered Lavinia’s face. She held his severed, burnt and mutilated gentials in the air, then she shoved the handful of gore in the doctor’s mouth. He struggled. The Gothic Girl got on her knees and held his head. He tried to spit out the remains of his genitals. Lavinia’s voice said, “Shove that shit back in his mouth and hold it there. Plug his nose.”
Lavinia laid her head on the doctors chest and slid her hand underneath her gown. She masturbated while the doctor choked to death on his own dick and balls. All the while, the older woman laid frozen on the floor. Both her, and her younger companion, watched it all. I wondered what was going through their minds. Lavinia cut the doctor open; she removed his heart and liver. The plastic sheets collected the blood into a pool. Black Sally came over and sat down beside us in the pool of blood. We all began removing our clothes. I looked at woman bound on the floor and said, “Now the real fun is about to start.”
She screamed.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Brutality 20
At dinner, the Gothic Girl sat in Lavinia’s seat. I sat to her right with Brianna on the other side of me. Selene sat at the table with a blank stare on her face; she didn’t move, she just looked straight ahead. Ira brought in a large roast on a platter, leaned over me and placed it in the middle of the table. The sight of the roasted meat made me want to vomit. I wondered if it was human. Everyone ate in silence. My attention was caught by something I had seen before but hadn’t closely observed.
At every meal, a bowl of sugar cubes was placed on the table near where Antonija was seated. The bowl was passed around the table frequently. This time I followed it’s route from Antonija to Black Sally, then back to Antonija, then to the Gothic Girl, then back to Antonija. Each time the bowl was passed to someone, that person placed it to their left. It would sit there for varying periods of time before being passed again. But no one ever took a sugar cube from the bowl.
I watched the bowl get passed back to the Gothic Girl. I concentrated on her as hard as I could. I tried to imagine myself in her body. I thought about our time together that afternoon; the feel of her smooth thighs as I pushed her skirt up around her waist. I thought about the way she shook in anger beside me as she watched her sister being tortured and crippled. Then I heard her voice as I watched her silently chew her food, “…Sally, I’ve got you and Isabel in the house. I’ve chatted them up online and they’ll be expecting you. They think you’re coming over to get high with them and fuck. All I need to know is when they’re sitting down and the door’s unlocked. We’ll come right in the front door.”
The bowl was passed to Black Sally. I was afraid to concentrate on her because of what happened before, but I had to know. I looked down, closed my eyes and focused on Sally, “…there is only three of them. They should be dead before you get inside. We need to find someone to take Selene’s seat, at least until she recovers. She can’t sit at the table like that, I mean look at her. She’s drooling.”
The bowl was returned to the Gothic Girl, “I have someone to take her place, she’s in confinement.” She looked at me and spoke out loud, “I see you’re following the bowl. The bowl doesn’t just identify whose turn it is to talk, it also identifies whose thoughts you are allowed to focus on at the time. Don’t try to break into someone’s thoughts if they don’t have the bowl or they will make you pay consequences.”
The Gothic Girl looked past me at Brianna, “What have you done here so far?”
Brianna looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“Lavinia said you’re a sadistic bitch who knows how to torture and that we can use you. What did you do to impress her?”
“Lavinia said I had to make this guy talk in less than 60 seconds. I did it.”
“What did you do to make him talk.”
“I started cutting the sole of his foot off with a pen knife.”
Isabel shook her head laughing, “That’s not right. There’s just some things you don’t do to a person.”
The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “A pen knife, that’s cute. You may have passed Lavinia’s test, but you haven’t passed mine. After dinner you’re going finish him. I don’t mean tickle him. I don’t mean go out there and shoot him. We’re going to take him out to the shed and you’re going to tear him apart piece by piece. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No.”
Isabel asked, “You actually got paid to torture people?”
Brianna replied, “I had never tortured anyone in my life until the 60 second test this morning. I never even knew what torture was until yesterday, when I was tortured by the man sitting next to me.”
Everyone at the table looked at me, everyone except Brianna. Antonija broke the awkward silence. She looked around the table and said, “Go take care of your business in the shed so we can consume the meat before you go out tonight.” She then rose from the table and left.
The rest of us left the table and followed the Gothic Girl to the kennels. Cedric was on his stomach in a kennel whimpering and crying. A German Shepherd barked and growled at him in the kennel to his left. I helped Black Sally drag the naked and hog-tied man to the shed. Sally untied the rope connecting his wrist binds to his ankles. He laid stretched out on his side.
Brianna looked around the shed with her one eye, “What exactly do I need to do?”
The Gothic Girl said, “You need to show me what hell looks like.”
Cedric began begging, “I gave you what you want. You can let me go. I won’t say nothing. Please, please…You don’t need to kill me.” Brianna looked like she couldn’t figure out what to do. Isabel taunted her, “We might still have a flogger around here somewhere princess. Do you want to use that?”
I stepped forward and said to Brianna, “Just think about what I did to you. Then pretend he’s me.” Brianna looked at for me moment, then her face tightened up into vicious sneer. She dropped to her knees beside Cedric and turned him on his back so he laid on his hands. She put her hand on his dick and rubbed it, stroked it and massaged it. She laid on his legs and took his cock in her mouth; Cedric shrieked and tried desperately to buck her off. I saw his dick between her clenched teeth, blood dripped from her mouth; I saw it stretch like a rubber band as she pulled her head back and jerked it from side to side. She tore it in half, spit the severed piece out, grabbed his scrotum and buried her teeth into his left testicle. Cedric flung his head from side to side and let out a steady shout, “AAAAAAAHHHH!” Brianna tore her mouth away from his groin and spit out a junk of scrotum and testicle. The lower half of her face was covered in blood. She sunk her teeth into his right testicle and repeatedly chomped and chewed. She must have worked on his genitals with her teeth for at least 15 minutes. When she was done, nothing was left. She had completely chewed off his dick and balls.
Cedric sweated profusely as he shivered and shook; he screamed out, “Oh God, Oh God please help me! I’m dying! I’M DYYYIIING! HELP ME PLEASE GOD HELP ME!” Brianna bit him on the stomach just above this navel. She drew blood. She bit him again in the same spot. She kept biting, chewing and pulling at the same spot until the flesh was torn away, leaving a bleeding hole. She began digging her fingers into the hole and tearing at the wound, the hole grew wider. Then she buried her face in it. Her head jerked back and forth. Every minute or so she’d turn her head to the side and spit out a chunk of muscle, then she went right back to chewing her way into his stomach. She sat up and shoved her fingers, then her whole hand, into the hole in Cedric’s stomach. When she pulled it out, she clenched a fistful of intestines. Hand over hand, she kept pulling out his guts until a large pile of steaming intestinal tract laid steaming at her feet.
Brianna then sat on Cedric’s chest and placed the tips of her thumbs at the corners of his eyes by his nose. She pushed her thumbs into his eye-sockets and tore out his eye-balls. What she didn’t get the first time, she went back and tore out with her fingernails. Then she started slamming his head into the cement floor over and over again until a large pool of blood spread out around them.
Black Sally held a knife out to Brianna, “You have to cut his throat.”
Brianna complied. When he was dead, she threw her head back and rubbed the blood into her face and neck. I saw her hips move back and forth on Cedric’s body. She undid her pants, stuck her hand in her panties and started masturbating. My heart pounded in fear. I felt dizzy and light-headed. Lavinia. Lavinia was in Brianna’s head. Lavinia the sexual sadist, the serial killer, was still active. And my guess was that the horrific torture she had endured, had only made her stronger. Brianna tensed and shook as she came. When she was done, she turned her head to me and smiled.
The Gothic Girl looked at Isabel, “Get his liver and bring it to Ira.”
At every meal, a bowl of sugar cubes was placed on the table near where Antonija was seated. The bowl was passed around the table frequently. This time I followed it’s route from Antonija to Black Sally, then back to Antonija, then to the Gothic Girl, then back to Antonija. Each time the bowl was passed to someone, that person placed it to their left. It would sit there for varying periods of time before being passed again. But no one ever took a sugar cube from the bowl.
I watched the bowl get passed back to the Gothic Girl. I concentrated on her as hard as I could. I tried to imagine myself in her body. I thought about our time together that afternoon; the feel of her smooth thighs as I pushed her skirt up around her waist. I thought about the way she shook in anger beside me as she watched her sister being tortured and crippled. Then I heard her voice as I watched her silently chew her food, “…Sally, I’ve got you and Isabel in the house. I’ve chatted them up online and they’ll be expecting you. They think you’re coming over to get high with them and fuck. All I need to know is when they’re sitting down and the door’s unlocked. We’ll come right in the front door.”
The bowl was passed to Black Sally. I was afraid to concentrate on her because of what happened before, but I had to know. I looked down, closed my eyes and focused on Sally, “…there is only three of them. They should be dead before you get inside. We need to find someone to take Selene’s seat, at least until she recovers. She can’t sit at the table like that, I mean look at her. She’s drooling.”
The bowl was returned to the Gothic Girl, “I have someone to take her place, she’s in confinement.” She looked at me and spoke out loud, “I see you’re following the bowl. The bowl doesn’t just identify whose turn it is to talk, it also identifies whose thoughts you are allowed to focus on at the time. Don’t try to break into someone’s thoughts if they don’t have the bowl or they will make you pay consequences.”
The Gothic Girl looked past me at Brianna, “What have you done here so far?”
Brianna looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“Lavinia said you’re a sadistic bitch who knows how to torture and that we can use you. What did you do to impress her?”
“Lavinia said I had to make this guy talk in less than 60 seconds. I did it.”
“What did you do to make him talk.”
“I started cutting the sole of his foot off with a pen knife.”
Isabel shook her head laughing, “That’s not right. There’s just some things you don’t do to a person.”
The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “A pen knife, that’s cute. You may have passed Lavinia’s test, but you haven’t passed mine. After dinner you’re going finish him. I don’t mean tickle him. I don’t mean go out there and shoot him. We’re going to take him out to the shed and you’re going to tear him apart piece by piece. Do you have a problem with that?”
“No.”
Isabel asked, “You actually got paid to torture people?”
Brianna replied, “I had never tortured anyone in my life until the 60 second test this morning. I never even knew what torture was until yesterday, when I was tortured by the man sitting next to me.”
Everyone at the table looked at me, everyone except Brianna. Antonija broke the awkward silence. She looked around the table and said, “Go take care of your business in the shed so we can consume the meat before you go out tonight.” She then rose from the table and left.
The rest of us left the table and followed the Gothic Girl to the kennels. Cedric was on his stomach in a kennel whimpering and crying. A German Shepherd barked and growled at him in the kennel to his left. I helped Black Sally drag the naked and hog-tied man to the shed. Sally untied the rope connecting his wrist binds to his ankles. He laid stretched out on his side.
Brianna looked around the shed with her one eye, “What exactly do I need to do?”
The Gothic Girl said, “You need to show me what hell looks like.”
Cedric began begging, “I gave you what you want. You can let me go. I won’t say nothing. Please, please…You don’t need to kill me.” Brianna looked like she couldn’t figure out what to do. Isabel taunted her, “We might still have a flogger around here somewhere princess. Do you want to use that?”
I stepped forward and said to Brianna, “Just think about what I did to you. Then pretend he’s me.” Brianna looked at for me moment, then her face tightened up into vicious sneer. She dropped to her knees beside Cedric and turned him on his back so he laid on his hands. She put her hand on his dick and rubbed it, stroked it and massaged it. She laid on his legs and took his cock in her mouth; Cedric shrieked and tried desperately to buck her off. I saw his dick between her clenched teeth, blood dripped from her mouth; I saw it stretch like a rubber band as she pulled her head back and jerked it from side to side. She tore it in half, spit the severed piece out, grabbed his scrotum and buried her teeth into his left testicle. Cedric flung his head from side to side and let out a steady shout, “AAAAAAAHHHH!” Brianna tore her mouth away from his groin and spit out a junk of scrotum and testicle. The lower half of her face was covered in blood. She sunk her teeth into his right testicle and repeatedly chomped and chewed. She must have worked on his genitals with her teeth for at least 15 minutes. When she was done, nothing was left. She had completely chewed off his dick and balls.
Cedric sweated profusely as he shivered and shook; he screamed out, “Oh God, Oh God please help me! I’m dying! I’M DYYYIIING! HELP ME PLEASE GOD HELP ME!” Brianna bit him on the stomach just above this navel. She drew blood. She bit him again in the same spot. She kept biting, chewing and pulling at the same spot until the flesh was torn away, leaving a bleeding hole. She began digging her fingers into the hole and tearing at the wound, the hole grew wider. Then she buried her face in it. Her head jerked back and forth. Every minute or so she’d turn her head to the side and spit out a chunk of muscle, then she went right back to chewing her way into his stomach. She sat up and shoved her fingers, then her whole hand, into the hole in Cedric’s stomach. When she pulled it out, she clenched a fistful of intestines. Hand over hand, she kept pulling out his guts until a large pile of steaming intestinal tract laid steaming at her feet.
Brianna then sat on Cedric’s chest and placed the tips of her thumbs at the corners of his eyes by his nose. She pushed her thumbs into his eye-sockets and tore out his eye-balls. What she didn’t get the first time, she went back and tore out with her fingernails. Then she started slamming his head into the cement floor over and over again until a large pool of blood spread out around them.
Black Sally held a knife out to Brianna, “You have to cut his throat.”
Brianna complied. When he was dead, she threw her head back and rubbed the blood into her face and neck. I saw her hips move back and forth on Cedric’s body. She undid her pants, stuck her hand in her panties and started masturbating. My heart pounded in fear. I felt dizzy and light-headed. Lavinia. Lavinia was in Brianna’s head. Lavinia the sexual sadist, the serial killer, was still active. And my guess was that the horrific torture she had endured, had only made her stronger. Brianna tensed and shook as she came. When she was done, she turned her head to me and smiled.
The Gothic Girl looked at Isabel, “Get his liver and bring it to Ira.”
Brutality 5
Lenore cleaned and dressed my wounds, stopped the bleeding in my mouth and handed me three pills. She said: “Take these. Your room is at the end of the hall on the right, it’s the open door.” I swallowed the pills with water, thanked her and found my room. The room was very small and contained only a bed, nightstand, lamp and an empty closet. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes.
I awoke to Lenore standing by the bed. She wore a bright yellow summer dress that ended just above her knees, a big yellow hat and huge yellow-rimmed sunglasses. After just opening my eyes, it felt like I was looking into the sun. “Get up and come downstairs, it’s breakfast.” She walked out the room. I watched the fluid movement of her calves, thighs and ass. I hungered for her, my morning erection swelled till it hurt.
After putting on my robe, I limped to the door and down the long hallway. One of the doors opened and the tall red-headed woman appeared in gray coveralls and pigtails. She stepped in front of me and handed me a similar pair of coveralls. “Don’t go to breakfast in your robe, put these on. Here are socks, your shoes are downstairs.” Then she went back into her room and shut the door. I changed into the coveralls right there in the hall.
When I got to the bottom of stairs, I saw Lenore standing by the foyer with her arms crossed. She looked impatient. “Your shoes are right there. Let’s go we can‘t be late.” I sat on the floor, took a deep breath and pulled my right shoe on. My bandaged toe sent off sirens in my head as my whole body was squeezed in a grip of pain.
Lenore led me into the dining room where there was a long table. Lavinia, sat at one end, Antonija sat at the other. Antonija again wore the black shawl and scarf, Lavinia wore a blood-red version of the Victorian-style dress she wore the day before. Once again, the hair pins caught my attention, reminding me of the Gothic Girl. A woman with short blonde hair sat to Antonija’s right. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, wearing a black paramilitary style outfit. She motioned to me and said, “You sit here,” pointing at the seat to her right. I took the seat next to her, Lenore sat down next to me; placing her to next to Lavinia. The red-head, Native woman and Artese entered, all wearing gray coveralls. The red-head sat to Lavinia’s right followed by the Native woman, and then Artese.
I looked at the plate in front of me; half a grapefruit, toast and a hard boiled egg. Ira came in and began pouring coffee. My mouth and jaw were still extremely sore from the previous evenings extraction. I still managed to eat, chewing on the opposite side of my mouth. The woman with the short blonde hair looked at Lavinia and said, “I have a friend outside. I’ll bring him inside shortly.”
Lavinia replied, “Where did you get him?”
“At the gettin’ place.” She turned to me, “Clarence, my name is Sally.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine. We have something special planned for today. I look forward to your participation.”
“I’d be happy…”
“You can save the niceties. Just make sure you act when called upon.” She looked around the table. “I want to use the shed.”
Lavinia asked, “Where exactly is the ‘gettin’ place’ Sally?”
“What does it matter? Some bar.”
“What is he doing outside?”
“He’s in my van sleeping.”
“Go wake him up and get him in here. I don’t want him to wake up and start wandering around out there. Lenore, go sit in the living room.”
Antonija rose from the table, “I’m going to my room. Be careful and clean up your mess.”
Lavinia replied, “We always do.”
After Antonia left the room, Black Sally got up and left. Lavinia turned to the red-head and said, “Selene, take Clarence and go sit in the den. Wait for my bell.” The woman who I had formerly only known as “the red-head”, Selene, motioned with her head for me to follow, then she got up and started out the room. I quickly got up and followed.
At first, I felt awkward sitting alone in a room with Selene. She was quick to break the silence, “I want something from you.”
“What?”
“I want time alone with you in the basement.” I didn’t know what to say in response. I was in no hurry to spend one-on-one time with the woman who pulled out my tooth with pliers, whipped me with a cord and prepared to electrocute me less than 12 hours earlier. She saw the look of concern on my face, “Don’t agonize over it too much Clarence. You have no choice in the matter anyway. I will come get you when I’m ready for you.”
“I can say no.”
“No you cannot. You have no clue how things work here. You can thank Lenore, she’s not telling you what you need to know. She would like nothing better than to see you fail. If she was doing her job, you would already know that if I ask you for something, and you have it, you have to give it to me.”
“So you can just request to take me downstairs to pull my teeth out anytime?”
“If that’s what I wanted, yes! You are always supposed to be ready to sacrifice anything and everything for any member of this family. If you need something, and I have it, I will give it to you. You needed clothes this morning and I provided you with them.”
“Does that mean I can ask you…”
She squinted her eyes and interrupted me, “Just slow down Clarence. You don’t even know what I want to do with you yet. Watch how the system works for awhile before you get any ideas. I can be a friend to you and help make sure that you come out of this thing in one piece. You wouldn’t tell on me last night, not even when you thought that you were about to get your nuts cut off. I’m the only person in this house who has a reason to trust you, that means that I’m probably the only person in this house who you have a reason to trust. So…later tonight I want some time alone with you in the basement.”
“Okay.” My heart pounded in fear and anticipation. Selene sat there staring at me with a smirk on her face. It was like she was hypnotizing me with her large, beautiful green eyes. A bell rang. Selene said, “That’s our cue,” we got up and made our way to the living-room.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in the living was the man in the leather jacket laid out face down on the floor. Lavinia and Black Sally were standing over the man engaged in a heated discussion. Lavinia pointed at the man on the floor and asked, “Where did you get him?”
“I told you, I met him in a bar.”
“What kind of bar?”
“Some shitty little bar in town.”
“Why did he ask Lenore if she liked to be spanked?”
“Lenore does like to be spanked.”
“Selene, go get that duffel bag over there.” Lavinia walked over to a window and stared out, “Sally, what’s going to be in the bag?”
“I don’t know, probably his perv kit.”
Selene got the duffel bag and brought it to Lavinia. Lavinia sat down and opened it. Then she dumped the contents out on the floor. “Rope, dildos, flogger, clothes pins and I don’t know what this is. Sally, why did you bring this guy here?”
“You know why I brought him here. I don’t see what the problem is.”
“The problem is that this asshole probably checks in with someone when he goes to the buffet to have dinner with his grandmother.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If you just grab some random asshole out the bar, he disappears into the night with you and that’s that. They don’t call their buddy and tell them to send the police to your house if he’s not home by the next morning. Assholes like this do. How many people saw you leave with him?”
“I drove him here, he has only been on the phone twice and I heard everything he said. He never knew exactly where he was going. So there was nothing for him to tell.”
“You did this on purpose. This is something you’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Lavinia sat back and shook her head, “Selene, I want you, Clarence and Atrese to drag him out to the shed. Don‘t waste anytime. I don‘t know how long he‘ll be out. I want him up on the chains before he wakes up.”
We drug the man out the back door, past the kennels with the barking dogs and into a large shed behind the house. It was more like a small barn. We pulled his leather jacket, boots and clothes off. Atrese, with very little effort, grabbed the man’s hair, sat him up, wrapped her arms around him, stood him up and held him there. Chains hung from a beam up above. Selene tossed me a leather wrist-cuff. I put it on the man’s left wrist. I copied Selene as she raised the man’s arm in the air and attached it to one of the chains hanging from the beam. Atrese let go. The man hung there slumped forward.
Lavinia, Black Sally and Lenore entered the barn. Black Sally sat down on a work bench against the wall. She lit a cigarette, “You know, when we were driving out here, this guy was explaining to me that he is a sadist.”
Lavinia shot her a fiery look, “I knew this wasn’t a coincidence.”
“What can I say? I was getting bored reeling in the same schmucks. I’m interested in how he will react.”
Lavinia paced back in forth in front of the unconscious man. She said, “Isabel, smelling salt.” The Native woman, Isabel, put smelling salt under the man’s nose. The man slowly regained consciousness. “What the fuck is going on?” He looked around the shed, he looked down at his naked body, he looked up at the chains, “Alright, let my hands out.” Lavinia stood in front of the man. “I know what you were going to do to my sister you sick motherfucker!”
“What?”
“I found your duffel bag. You were going to rape and torture my sister.”
“No, no. You don’t understand.”
“What the fuck was the rope for?”
The man looked to Sally, “Christine, what is this?” Black Sally blew out a smoke ring then coolly replied, “You took advantage of me.”
“What? We never even did anything?” Lavinia said, “But you thought you were going to do something today didn’t you? You were going to tie her up and whip her like a dog, weren’t you?”
The man looked hard at Lavinia. It seemed that his head had cleared and he was trying to assess the situation. He said, “If this is some kind of game, this isn’t way this is supposed to be done. You need to get me down. My hands are numb and this, this isn’t safe.”
“Safe?” Lavinia asked, “Isabel, get him a hard-hat.” Isabel went to box in the corner and came back with a blue hard-hat. She placed it on the man’s head. Lavinia smiled and said, “Safety first.”
“Ha ha, very funny. You need to let me down right now. This isn’t cool.” Lavinia laughed, “My sister said you’re a sadist, is that true?”
“This isn’t the way this is supposed to be done.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Believe it or not, I have been called a sadist on more than one occasion. I tend to prefer ‘That Sick Sadistic Bitch’, but to each his own. Being someone who is experienced in the sadistic arts, do you have any suggestions as to how I should go about torturing you?”
“Look, if you’re just playing around, you need to stop right now before this goes any farther.” The man asked a question in the form of a demand. He seemed to becoming more concerned about the “if” than the lack of circulation to his hands. Lavinia walked over and removed a box from a shelf on the wall. She looked at the man, “Ok, since you have no suggestions, we will use one of my favorite toys.” Lavinia opened the box. She pulled out a chain that had been removed from a chainsaw and opened to stretch to its full length. One end of the chain was attached to what appeared to be a wooden jump rope handle. The man ordered, “Do not touch me with that. Do you understand? If you touch with that, I guarantee you there will be consequences to pay and you’re not gonna like it?” Isabel laughed. Lavinia began swinging the chain and spinning it above her head.
All eyes followed Lavinia and the chain as it sliced through the air with a heavy, ominous whistle. Lavinia grazed the man’s chest drawing blood. “Stop! Stop! You can’t do this.” Lavinia stood still, spinning the chain to her side. She said, “What? Am I doing it wrong? I am, aren’t I? Is this where I’m supposed to stand?” She took a position to the man’s right and about 8 inches behind him. With one quick fluid motion, she struck him across the stomach with the chain, wrapping it almost all the way around him; then she gave the chain a short jerk to hook the blades into his skin and pulled the chain in toward her body so the blades tore a straight line through his flesh. The man roared like a bear, then screamed like toddler as she cut lines across his torso with the chain. The man’s ribs were exposed in more than a few places. Lavinia moved gracefully in front of the man; she looked like a dancing demon in her blood-red gown, spinning her vicious instrument above her head, and from side to side. She moved behind the man and sliced through both of his Achilles’ heels. He screamed, pulled on his chains and struggled before slumping forward. The man looked at the floor, shivering and took long, deep breaths. Lavinia moved back in front of the man, still spinning the chain. She said, “Look at me!” The man looked up and Lavinia slashed him across the face with the chain. His entire upper lip hung from corner of his mouth.
Lavinia put the chain back in the box. She pulled a gallon container of bleach from the shelf. “Safety first, right? I wouldn’t want those wounds to get infected.” The man didn’t see the bleach till she was standing in front of him. He shook his head and grunted. Lavinia knocked the hard hat off the man's head, then dumped the gallon of bleach down his head and chest. The man jerked around violently like he was having a seizure, he flung his head back and forth, causing his dangling upper lip to fly off. He screamed in a way I will never forget. He screamed until he lost consciousness.
Lavinia threw the bleach container to the side and snapped her fingers three times. Isabel grabbed a folding chair that was leaning against the wall. She unfolded the chair and placed it behind Lavinia. Black Sally said, “Clarence, come here.” I walked to where she was sitting on the work bench. She handed me a knife and said, “When I tap you on the shoulder, go cut his throat.” I nodded my head. I turned back around. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Lavinia was sitting slouched on the chair, her gown was pulled up to her waist in the front. She wore black thigh high stockings and garter belts. Her hand was in her blood-red panties. She masturbated, breathing heavily, as she stared at the mutilated man in front of her. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier. She started moaning and making faces. Black Sally tapped me on the shoulder.
I didn’t think, I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight over to the man and sliced his throat. I turned around to see Lavinia. Her eyes were closed, back arched, her mouth was wide open in a ferocious grimace. Her face turned almost red as her dress, then she shouted in a way that was more like a war cry than a scream of ecstasy.
Selene came over to where I was standing. She pulled a large Ziploc freezer bag from her pocket, grabbed the knife from my hand and pushed me out of the way. She cut the man’s abdomen open, removed his liver and placed it in the bag. Selene looked at Lenore, “Take this to Ira.” Lenore grabbed the bag and exited the shed.
Lavinia got up from her chair and straightened out her gown. She said, “Teach Clarence how to cut up a body. Hurry up. I’m hungry.”
I awoke to Lenore standing by the bed. She wore a bright yellow summer dress that ended just above her knees, a big yellow hat and huge yellow-rimmed sunglasses. After just opening my eyes, it felt like I was looking into the sun. “Get up and come downstairs, it’s breakfast.” She walked out the room. I watched the fluid movement of her calves, thighs and ass. I hungered for her, my morning erection swelled till it hurt.
After putting on my robe, I limped to the door and down the long hallway. One of the doors opened and the tall red-headed woman appeared in gray coveralls and pigtails. She stepped in front of me and handed me a similar pair of coveralls. “Don’t go to breakfast in your robe, put these on. Here are socks, your shoes are downstairs.” Then she went back into her room and shut the door. I changed into the coveralls right there in the hall.
When I got to the bottom of stairs, I saw Lenore standing by the foyer with her arms crossed. She looked impatient. “Your shoes are right there. Let’s go we can‘t be late.” I sat on the floor, took a deep breath and pulled my right shoe on. My bandaged toe sent off sirens in my head as my whole body was squeezed in a grip of pain.
Lenore led me into the dining room where there was a long table. Lavinia, sat at one end, Antonija sat at the other. Antonija again wore the black shawl and scarf, Lavinia wore a blood-red version of the Victorian-style dress she wore the day before. Once again, the hair pins caught my attention, reminding me of the Gothic Girl. A woman with short blonde hair sat to Antonija’s right. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, wearing a black paramilitary style outfit. She motioned to me and said, “You sit here,” pointing at the seat to her right. I took the seat next to her, Lenore sat down next to me; placing her to next to Lavinia. The red-head, Native woman and Artese entered, all wearing gray coveralls. The red-head sat to Lavinia’s right followed by the Native woman, and then Artese.
I looked at the plate in front of me; half a grapefruit, toast and a hard boiled egg. Ira came in and began pouring coffee. My mouth and jaw were still extremely sore from the previous evenings extraction. I still managed to eat, chewing on the opposite side of my mouth. The woman with the short blonde hair looked at Lavinia and said, “I have a friend outside. I’ll bring him inside shortly.”
Lavinia replied, “Where did you get him?”
“At the gettin’ place.” She turned to me, “Clarence, my name is Sally.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine. We have something special planned for today. I look forward to your participation.”
“I’d be happy…”
“You can save the niceties. Just make sure you act when called upon.” She looked around the table. “I want to use the shed.”
Lavinia asked, “Where exactly is the ‘gettin’ place’ Sally?”
“What does it matter? Some bar.”
“What is he doing outside?”
“He’s in my van sleeping.”
“Go wake him up and get him in here. I don’t want him to wake up and start wandering around out there. Lenore, go sit in the living room.”
Antonija rose from the table, “I’m going to my room. Be careful and clean up your mess.”
Lavinia replied, “We always do.”
After Antonia left the room, Black Sally got up and left. Lavinia turned to the red-head and said, “Selene, take Clarence and go sit in the den. Wait for my bell.” The woman who I had formerly only known as “the red-head”, Selene, motioned with her head for me to follow, then she got up and started out the room. I quickly got up and followed.
At first, I felt awkward sitting alone in a room with Selene. She was quick to break the silence, “I want something from you.”
“What?”
“I want time alone with you in the basement.” I didn’t know what to say in response. I was in no hurry to spend one-on-one time with the woman who pulled out my tooth with pliers, whipped me with a cord and prepared to electrocute me less than 12 hours earlier. She saw the look of concern on my face, “Don’t agonize over it too much Clarence. You have no choice in the matter anyway. I will come get you when I’m ready for you.”
“I can say no.”
“No you cannot. You have no clue how things work here. You can thank Lenore, she’s not telling you what you need to know. She would like nothing better than to see you fail. If she was doing her job, you would already know that if I ask you for something, and you have it, you have to give it to me.”
“So you can just request to take me downstairs to pull my teeth out anytime?”
“If that’s what I wanted, yes! You are always supposed to be ready to sacrifice anything and everything for any member of this family. If you need something, and I have it, I will give it to you. You needed clothes this morning and I provided you with them.”
“Does that mean I can ask you…”
She squinted her eyes and interrupted me, “Just slow down Clarence. You don’t even know what I want to do with you yet. Watch how the system works for awhile before you get any ideas. I can be a friend to you and help make sure that you come out of this thing in one piece. You wouldn’t tell on me last night, not even when you thought that you were about to get your nuts cut off. I’m the only person in this house who has a reason to trust you, that means that I’m probably the only person in this house who you have a reason to trust. So…later tonight I want some time alone with you in the basement.”
“Okay.” My heart pounded in fear and anticipation. Selene sat there staring at me with a smirk on her face. It was like she was hypnotizing me with her large, beautiful green eyes. A bell rang. Selene said, “That’s our cue,” we got up and made our way to the living-room.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in the living was the man in the leather jacket laid out face down on the floor. Lavinia and Black Sally were standing over the man engaged in a heated discussion. Lavinia pointed at the man on the floor and asked, “Where did you get him?”
“I told you, I met him in a bar.”
“What kind of bar?”
“Some shitty little bar in town.”
“Why did he ask Lenore if she liked to be spanked?”
“Lenore does like to be spanked.”
“Selene, go get that duffel bag over there.” Lavinia walked over to a window and stared out, “Sally, what’s going to be in the bag?”
“I don’t know, probably his perv kit.”
Selene got the duffel bag and brought it to Lavinia. Lavinia sat down and opened it. Then she dumped the contents out on the floor. “Rope, dildos, flogger, clothes pins and I don’t know what this is. Sally, why did you bring this guy here?”
“You know why I brought him here. I don’t see what the problem is.”
“The problem is that this asshole probably checks in with someone when he goes to the buffet to have dinner with his grandmother.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If you just grab some random asshole out the bar, he disappears into the night with you and that’s that. They don’t call their buddy and tell them to send the police to your house if he’s not home by the next morning. Assholes like this do. How many people saw you leave with him?”
“I drove him here, he has only been on the phone twice and I heard everything he said. He never knew exactly where he was going. So there was nothing for him to tell.”
“You did this on purpose. This is something you’ve wanted to do for a long time.” Lavinia sat back and shook her head, “Selene, I want you, Clarence and Atrese to drag him out to the shed. Don‘t waste anytime. I don‘t know how long he‘ll be out. I want him up on the chains before he wakes up.”
We drug the man out the back door, past the kennels with the barking dogs and into a large shed behind the house. It was more like a small barn. We pulled his leather jacket, boots and clothes off. Atrese, with very little effort, grabbed the man’s hair, sat him up, wrapped her arms around him, stood him up and held him there. Chains hung from a beam up above. Selene tossed me a leather wrist-cuff. I put it on the man’s left wrist. I copied Selene as she raised the man’s arm in the air and attached it to one of the chains hanging from the beam. Atrese let go. The man hung there slumped forward.
Lavinia, Black Sally and Lenore entered the barn. Black Sally sat down on a work bench against the wall. She lit a cigarette, “You know, when we were driving out here, this guy was explaining to me that he is a sadist.”
Lavinia shot her a fiery look, “I knew this wasn’t a coincidence.”
“What can I say? I was getting bored reeling in the same schmucks. I’m interested in how he will react.”
Lavinia paced back in forth in front of the unconscious man. She said, “Isabel, smelling salt.” The Native woman, Isabel, put smelling salt under the man’s nose. The man slowly regained consciousness. “What the fuck is going on?” He looked around the shed, he looked down at his naked body, he looked up at the chains, “Alright, let my hands out.” Lavinia stood in front of the man. “I know what you were going to do to my sister you sick motherfucker!”
“What?”
“I found your duffel bag. You were going to rape and torture my sister.”
“No, no. You don’t understand.”
“What the fuck was the rope for?”
The man looked to Sally, “Christine, what is this?” Black Sally blew out a smoke ring then coolly replied, “You took advantage of me.”
“What? We never even did anything?” Lavinia said, “But you thought you were going to do something today didn’t you? You were going to tie her up and whip her like a dog, weren’t you?”
The man looked hard at Lavinia. It seemed that his head had cleared and he was trying to assess the situation. He said, “If this is some kind of game, this isn’t way this is supposed to be done. You need to get me down. My hands are numb and this, this isn’t safe.”
“Safe?” Lavinia asked, “Isabel, get him a hard-hat.” Isabel went to box in the corner and came back with a blue hard-hat. She placed it on the man’s head. Lavinia smiled and said, “Safety first.”
“Ha ha, very funny. You need to let me down right now. This isn’t cool.” Lavinia laughed, “My sister said you’re a sadist, is that true?”
“This isn’t the way this is supposed to be done.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Believe it or not, I have been called a sadist on more than one occasion. I tend to prefer ‘That Sick Sadistic Bitch’, but to each his own. Being someone who is experienced in the sadistic arts, do you have any suggestions as to how I should go about torturing you?”
“Look, if you’re just playing around, you need to stop right now before this goes any farther.” The man asked a question in the form of a demand. He seemed to becoming more concerned about the “if” than the lack of circulation to his hands. Lavinia walked over and removed a box from a shelf on the wall. She looked at the man, “Ok, since you have no suggestions, we will use one of my favorite toys.” Lavinia opened the box. She pulled out a chain that had been removed from a chainsaw and opened to stretch to its full length. One end of the chain was attached to what appeared to be a wooden jump rope handle. The man ordered, “Do not touch me with that. Do you understand? If you touch with that, I guarantee you there will be consequences to pay and you’re not gonna like it?” Isabel laughed. Lavinia began swinging the chain and spinning it above her head.
All eyes followed Lavinia and the chain as it sliced through the air with a heavy, ominous whistle. Lavinia grazed the man’s chest drawing blood. “Stop! Stop! You can’t do this.” Lavinia stood still, spinning the chain to her side. She said, “What? Am I doing it wrong? I am, aren’t I? Is this where I’m supposed to stand?” She took a position to the man’s right and about 8 inches behind him. With one quick fluid motion, she struck him across the stomach with the chain, wrapping it almost all the way around him; then she gave the chain a short jerk to hook the blades into his skin and pulled the chain in toward her body so the blades tore a straight line through his flesh. The man roared like a bear, then screamed like toddler as she cut lines across his torso with the chain. The man’s ribs were exposed in more than a few places. Lavinia moved gracefully in front of the man; she looked like a dancing demon in her blood-red gown, spinning her vicious instrument above her head, and from side to side. She moved behind the man and sliced through both of his Achilles’ heels. He screamed, pulled on his chains and struggled before slumping forward. The man looked at the floor, shivering and took long, deep breaths. Lavinia moved back in front of the man, still spinning the chain. She said, “Look at me!” The man looked up and Lavinia slashed him across the face with the chain. His entire upper lip hung from corner of his mouth.
Lavinia put the chain back in the box. She pulled a gallon container of bleach from the shelf. “Safety first, right? I wouldn’t want those wounds to get infected.” The man didn’t see the bleach till she was standing in front of him. He shook his head and grunted. Lavinia knocked the hard hat off the man's head, then dumped the gallon of bleach down his head and chest. The man jerked around violently like he was having a seizure, he flung his head back and forth, causing his dangling upper lip to fly off. He screamed in a way I will never forget. He screamed until he lost consciousness.
Lavinia threw the bleach container to the side and snapped her fingers three times. Isabel grabbed a folding chair that was leaning against the wall. She unfolded the chair and placed it behind Lavinia. Black Sally said, “Clarence, come here.” I walked to where she was sitting on the work bench. She handed me a knife and said, “When I tap you on the shoulder, go cut his throat.” I nodded my head. I turned back around. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Lavinia was sitting slouched on the chair, her gown was pulled up to her waist in the front. She wore black thigh high stockings and garter belts. Her hand was in her blood-red panties. She masturbated, breathing heavily, as she stared at the mutilated man in front of her. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier. She started moaning and making faces. Black Sally tapped me on the shoulder.
I didn’t think, I didn’t hesitate. I walked straight over to the man and sliced his throat. I turned around to see Lavinia. Her eyes were closed, back arched, her mouth was wide open in a ferocious grimace. Her face turned almost red as her dress, then she shouted in a way that was more like a war cry than a scream of ecstasy.
Selene came over to where I was standing. She pulled a large Ziploc freezer bag from her pocket, grabbed the knife from my hand and pushed me out of the way. She cut the man’s abdomen open, removed his liver and placed it in the bag. Selene looked at Lenore, “Take this to Ira.” Lenore grabbed the bag and exited the shed.
Lavinia got up from her chair and straightened out her gown. She said, “Teach Clarence how to cut up a body. Hurry up. I’m hungry.”
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