Before we left the house, The Duchess led me to a room full of men’s clothes and urged me to pick out whatever I wanted. As I went the through clothes that once belonged to victim‘s of The Duchess and her crew, I fought the urge to vomit. I came out of the room full of dead men’s clothes dressed like I was going to a funeral; a black two-piece suit, a white-collared shirt and black dress shoes.
The Duchess stood outside the room waiting for me. She wore a full length Chinchilla with a black silk blouse, a long black skirt and black boots. She wore a thick platinum chain around her neck with a large skull pendent, ridiculous diamond earrings and dark sunglasses.
The Duchess took me to a large red-brick building in the city. The afternoon was grey with a constant drizzle. I asked “What’s this place?” The Duchess replied, “This is where we can find the woman who calls herself The Fallen Angel.” Antigone and twins parked in the space behind us with Roger still laid quietly in the trunk.
When we got out the car, The Duchess said, “Clarence, all you’re going to do is let The Fallen Angel approach you, react how your instincts tell you to react; I’ll take over from there.” She turned toward Antigone, “If these bitches give us any shit, we’re shutting this place down.” Antigone nodded her head.
We entered the building and took the stairs down to the basement. I followed The Duchess and Antigone to a large green steel door. The twins walked closely behind me. Antigone pounded on the door with her fist. The door slid open, slamming into the stopper with a loud metallic thud. A huge man stood in the doorway, dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had long greasy black hair and wore dark, heavy eye-make-up. The Duchess looked the man up and down, then she laughed and proclaimed, “Now that’s a fucking face I’d want to wake up to in the morning. I’m here to see The Fallen Angel.”
The man snarled, “Yeah? And who the fuck are you?”
“I’m The Duchess.”
The man’s face and body language instantly went from aggressive to appeasing. He bowed his head and said, “My humblest apologies, right this way.” We followed the man down a long concrete corridor lit with red lights and through another green steel door. When we entered the room, we were met by loud music, smoke and the smell of alcohol. The room was large and dimly lit, there was a bar on the opposite side of the room and several unoccupied tables in between. The Duchess told me to go sit at the bar, then she went with Antigone and the man to small room set off to the side.
I took a seat at the bar, the twins sat at a table right behind me. The bartender stood at the end of the bar chatting with the only patron I could see. She was a skinny blonde-haired woman dressed in a black t-shirt and black skirt. The bartender, an older man with beady eyes and a receding hairline, paid be no attention. The Duchess came out of the room followed by a young woman with long curly black hair. She wore all black, but her style was much different from The Gothic Girl and Black Sally’s. The Fallen Angel looked like a cheap fortune teller, or a woman expecting trick-or-treaters. Antigone and the doorman remained in the room.
The Fallen Angel sat down on my right and gave me a sly, menacing smirk. The Duchess sat down on my left. She said, “Fallen Angel, this is Clarence. Clarence, meet The Fallen Angel.” I reached out my hand and looked her in the eyes. A look of anger and confusion came over her face. She yelled at me, “YOU ARE TO LOWER YOUR EYES WHEN ADDRESSING ME!”
I couldn’t do it. My eyes remained locked on hers. She stood up, enraged and asked The Duchess, “What’s this? I thought you said he was submissive to all Keepers of the Altar.”
The Duchess nodded her head, “That is exactly what I said. Do you not find him submissive?”
“He just looks like another angry black guy to me. I don’t like him. He gives me a funny feeling. Get him out of here.”
The Duchess replied, “He’s not the problem. The problem is that there are fake Matriarch’s, such as yourself, who are trying to profit off the deeds of the women who are really doing this shit.”
The Fallen Angel motioned to the bartender, then stared at The Duchess defiantly, “Fake Matriarchs huh? What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I’m telling you that it’s time to ‘pay the piper‘.”
The bartender approached, the blonde-haired girl rose from her seat. The bartender asked, “Mistress, is there a prob---.” BOOM! The gun went off by my left ear. I fell off my stool. I looked up and saw The Duchess standing above, the smoking pistol still in her hand.
I saw the blond-haired girl run to protect The Fallen Angel. I watched her fall as the bullets from The Duchess‘ gun penetrated her body. The Duchess slammed the pistol down on the bar and ordered The Fallen Angel to sit down. Antigone came out of the room, her face speckled with blood. She held the head of the doorman by his long black hair. She placed the severed head on the bar and took a seat next to The Fallen Angel.
The Fallen Angel trembled on her stool, “Duchess, let’s be rational, okay? I don’t know what your problem with me is, but we can work this out without anymore violence.”
The Duchess replied, “Your rationality is cowardice and impotence in the face of my violence.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Have you ever seen those signs that say something like, ‘Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt’. Well, you’re the bitch who just bought the t-shirt without the ‘being’ and ‘doing’ anything.”
“I don’t understand. I…”
“Of course you don’t understand. I’ll help you. You are NOT a Matriarch. Now, it’s not enough for me to just come down here and tell you that to your face. I’m gonna have to prove it to you, and make an example out of you.” Antigone pulled the piece of pipe from her boot and smashed it into the side of The Fallen Angel’s head. The twins pulled her from her stool, threw her to the floor, then all four of the women kicked her, stomped her and tore off her clothes as she shrieked and sobbed helplessly on the floor.
The Duchess grabbed two handfuls of The Fallen Angel’s hair and drug her naked and screaming to a door marked ‘Men’s’. The Duchess kicked open the door and pulled The Fallen Angel into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind them. Antigone grabbed a stool and slammed it against the edge of the bar until the legs broke off. Her and the twins each grabbed a jagged leg and headed toward the bathroom. I followed behind empty handed.
When I got the bathroom The Duchess had The Fallen Angel in one of the stalls, on her knees bent over the toilet. The Fallen Angel’s wrists were tied to the pipes behind the seat. My cock stiffened as I gazed at The Fallen Angel’s pale and vulnerable round ass. The Duchess stood on the back of the toilet, she looked at me, “Well, go ahead Clarence. Don’t say that I never gave you any ass.” The twins snickered. Antigone walked up and slapped The Fallen Angel hard on the ass. Then she stepped out the way and motioned toward The Fallen Angel, like a game show girl presenting a new car to a contestant.
I undid my pants, let them fall around my ankles, then I dropped to my knees behind The Fallen Angel. The Duchess ordered, “Don’t even spit on it. Just shove it in dry!” The Fallen Angel let out a long, tortured guttural shout as I forced my long, thick cock up her ass. I had so much built up pressure, I almost exploded as soon as I was inside her. I paused, took a breath and started fucking her ass deep, hard and dry. Her blood began to lubricate the orifice, I fucked her deeper and harder. Her hip bones slammed into the porcelain toilet bowl. Her shouts, cries and pleading echoed off the walls of the Men’s room.
The Duchess placed one of her boots on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head and shoved it down into the toilet bowl. The Duchess smiled at me, pulled her skirt up to reveal her thigh, then with a soft and seductive voice she asked, “Aren’t you gonna cum?” An intense wave of pleasure and euphoria swept over me. I roared at the top of my lungs as I came deep in The Fallen Angel’s tight, bleeding ass.
The Duchess ordered one of the twins to get a bottle of 151 from the bar. When the twin returned with the bottle. The Duchess stepped off the back of the toilet, took the bottle from the twin and poured the rum over The Fallen Angel’s head. She pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her Chinchilla, lit it with a match, then she dropped the lit match on the back of The Fallen Angel’s head, igniting her hair. I was still inside her, as she jerked her body back and forth while letting out a long blood-curdling scream. When I pulled out, a glob of semen, blood and filth plopped on the floor. I stood up, pulled my pants up and backed away. The smell of burnt air and flesh filled the air. Antigone and the twins took turns beating The Fallen Angel with the legs Antigone broke of the barstool. The sound of The Fallen Angel’s bones breaking under the blows was like the sound of think branches snapping off in a wind storm. Finally, The Duchess yelled, “ENOUGH!”
The twins stood staring wide-eyed at the battered, burnt and debased Fallen Angel. Antigone asked, “We killin’ her?” The Duchess shook her head, “No. She’ll be a living reminder of what we do to fake Matriarchs.”
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
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
Monday, April 11, 2011
Kali's Altar 1
The Gothic Girl led the woman to the den. I hadn’t seen her since she was thrown in the trunk of a car a few days earlier. She didn’t look like she had suffered any physical injuries. She was clean and freshly bathed; covered with a white robe, her hair still wet. Brianna rose from her chair and approached the woman. She ordered the woman to take off her robe. The woman looked to the Gothic Girl. Brianna grabbed the woman by the hair and attempted to force her to the floor. The woman fought back. Her robe was pulled open during the struggle. Her breasts bounced up and down as she threw a flurry of wild punches at Brianna.
The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “Clarence, your comrade is getting her ass whooped.” Brianna tripped over a footstool as she tried to evade the blows and fell to the floor. The woman grabbed a poker from a rack by the fireplace and began beating on Brianna’s back and legs. I punched the woman in the jaw. She fell to one knee. Brianna got to her feet, grabbed a heavy ashtray from the end table and smashed the woman in the head with it. The woman fell to the floor.
I stripped the woman’s robe from her body, removed the belt and tied her wrists to a leg of the coffee table. She laid face-down on the floor crying. Her cries turned to screams when Brianna shoved the handle of the poker up the woman’s ass. Brianna pulled a knife from her pocket and hacked off the woman’s hair.
The Gothic Girl held a pair of hooks. A short, thin piece of rope was attached to each hook. She knelt by the woman, reached her hand under her chin, jerked her head up and ran the stainless-steel hook through the woman’s cheek. The woman shrieked and tried get up. The Gothic Girl placed her knee between the woman’s shoulder blades and slammed her head into the coffee table leaving a large gash across the woman’s forehead. The woman’s face was instantly painted with blood. The Gothic Girl hooked the woman’s other cheek and handed me the rope. She held the length of rope attached to the other hook. I pulled from the left-side and the Gothic Girl pulled from the right. The woman’s yells and screams came out of her mouth like some strange mating call. Brianna returned to fucking the woman’s ass with the handle of the fire poker. The Gothic Girl and I each took a step away from the woman as we stretched her face farther and farther.
Eventually, my hook cut through the woman’s cheek. The Gothic Girl placed the sole of her boot on the woman’s shoulder and jerked up on the hook. It ripped through woman’s cheek. Her body heaved rapidly, in rhythm with her sobs. Brianna pulled the poker from the woman’s ass and hammered the woman’s buttocks and thighs with the shit-covered handle.
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “I want you to fuck her. Fuck her ass until she bleeds.”
I pushed Brianna aside and dropped to my knees between the woman’s legs. My good hand smacked and squeezed her ass. I undid my pants with the fingers on my bandaged hand. I eased my finger into her ass and wriggled it around. The woman whimpered and trembled. My cock stood erect and rock-hard. I spit on my hand and spread the saliva over the head of my dick, then I plunged it balls deep into her ass. The woman raised her head and let out a guttural shout. I fucked her ass savagely and mercilessly; the way that Isabel, Lenore and Atrese had brutalized me. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Watch this!”
Brianna knelt down by the woman’s head and grabbed onto her hands. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. The woman screamed and her body went stiff, then I heard a sharp “CRACK!” Brianna was breaking fingers. The woman struggled to rise to her feet. I laid down flat on top of her, slowly moving my cock deep around inside her. My hips pumped up and down faster and harder. “CRACK!” I came deep in her ass while she wriggled around squealing and weeping underneath me.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Tell her I said ‘Welcome to the family.’”
The doctor stitched up the woman’s face when he came by to check on Lavinia. The Gothic Girl and I carried Lavinia upstairs to her room and placed her in bed. It was the first time I had seen her room. The walls, ceiling and carpets were all crimson, as was the bedding and drapes. A queen-sized bed sat in the center of the room. A mahogany altar sat to its left. The altar was adorned with candles, flowers, jewels and daggers; a three foot statue stood in the center. The statue depicted a naked woman with coal black skin and eight arms. It depicted the image I’d seen in my visions and dreams.
The Gothic Girl spoke without moving her lips, “We need to go back into the city tonight.”
“Why?”
“We need to hunt. We need members and meat.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“She wants you to stay. I’ll see you at the table.” She kissed me, then abruptly exited the room.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Slave, look under the bed. There is a platter. Get it.”
I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. I pulled out the silver platter. On the platter sat a boiled, brown chunk of meat. Lavinia’s voice said, “Chew it up. Chew it up good. Swish it around in your mouth until it’s like soup, then spit it into my mouth. You will take one bite for yourself. It will increase your power. It’s Antonija.”
I chewed the Matriarch’s meat and fed it to her. It felt like the meat I consumed instantly lit a fire inside me. I was filled with the urge to consume more, to hurt more, to fuck more, to kill more.
Lavinia sat up and turned her bandaged face toward me. I couldn’t see her eyes. I couldn’t hear her speak, yet she communicated clearly, “Tonight you will bring the sacrifice to my bed. We will torture together and consume the meat together. We will consume it raw, like in times past. We will continue to grow stronger.”
At lunch, the woman sat at the table tied to a chair. Her forehead and cheeks were bandaged. She appeared heavily sedated. I asked the Gothic Girl, “What do we call her?”
She said, “Lilith. We’ll call her Lilith.”
“Why is she still tied up? We should kill her if we can’t control her.”
The Gothic Gothic slapped me across the face. “Do you think that because you’ve become Lavinia’s concubine, that gives you authority over me? Who are you to question me? Stand up! STAND UP AND TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”
I pushed my chair out, stood and removed my shirt. The Gothic Girl yelled, “DROP YOUR PANTS AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE FUCKING TABLE! LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD!”
I heard chains jingling behind me, then the sound of something slicing through the air. The pain almost knocked me off my feet. I gripped the table, my muscles tensed; cold steel tore across my back again. She was whipping me with a long thin chain. Again and again, the lashes came down across my back. I felt blood trickling down my buttocks and thighs. I thought of Lavinia and of the immense suffering I had seen her endure. I refused to scream.
She wrapped the chain around my neck and pulled me to the floor. She yelled, “LAY ON YOUR BACK!” She hiked up her skirt, squatted and pissed all over my face. She said, “Now get up and go back to your seat BITCH!”
The Gothic Girl laughed and said, “Clarence, your comrade is getting her ass whooped.” Brianna tripped over a footstool as she tried to evade the blows and fell to the floor. The woman grabbed a poker from a rack by the fireplace and began beating on Brianna’s back and legs. I punched the woman in the jaw. She fell to one knee. Brianna got to her feet, grabbed a heavy ashtray from the end table and smashed the woman in the head with it. The woman fell to the floor.
I stripped the woman’s robe from her body, removed the belt and tied her wrists to a leg of the coffee table. She laid face-down on the floor crying. Her cries turned to screams when Brianna shoved the handle of the poker up the woman’s ass. Brianna pulled a knife from her pocket and hacked off the woman’s hair.
The Gothic Girl held a pair of hooks. A short, thin piece of rope was attached to each hook. She knelt by the woman, reached her hand under her chin, jerked her head up and ran the stainless-steel hook through the woman’s cheek. The woman shrieked and tried get up. The Gothic Girl placed her knee between the woman’s shoulder blades and slammed her head into the coffee table leaving a large gash across the woman’s forehead. The woman’s face was instantly painted with blood. The Gothic Girl hooked the woman’s other cheek and handed me the rope. She held the length of rope attached to the other hook. I pulled from the left-side and the Gothic Girl pulled from the right. The woman’s yells and screams came out of her mouth like some strange mating call. Brianna returned to fucking the woman’s ass with the handle of the fire poker. The Gothic Girl and I each took a step away from the woman as we stretched her face farther and farther.
Eventually, my hook cut through the woman’s cheek. The Gothic Girl placed the sole of her boot on the woman’s shoulder and jerked up on the hook. It ripped through woman’s cheek. Her body heaved rapidly, in rhythm with her sobs. Brianna pulled the poker from the woman’s ass and hammered the woman’s buttocks and thighs with the shit-covered handle.
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “I want you to fuck her. Fuck her ass until she bleeds.”
I pushed Brianna aside and dropped to my knees between the woman’s legs. My good hand smacked and squeezed her ass. I undid my pants with the fingers on my bandaged hand. I eased my finger into her ass and wriggled it around. The woman whimpered and trembled. My cock stood erect and rock-hard. I spit on my hand and spread the saliva over the head of my dick, then I plunged it balls deep into her ass. The woman raised her head and let out a guttural shout. I fucked her ass savagely and mercilessly; the way that Isabel, Lenore and Atrese had brutalized me. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Watch this!”
Brianna knelt down by the woman’s head and grabbed onto her hands. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. The woman screamed and her body went stiff, then I heard a sharp “CRACK!” Brianna was breaking fingers. The woman struggled to rise to her feet. I laid down flat on top of her, slowly moving my cock deep around inside her. My hips pumped up and down faster and harder. “CRACK!” I came deep in her ass while she wriggled around squealing and weeping underneath me.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Tell her I said ‘Welcome to the family.’”
The doctor stitched up the woman’s face when he came by to check on Lavinia. The Gothic Girl and I carried Lavinia upstairs to her room and placed her in bed. It was the first time I had seen her room. The walls, ceiling and carpets were all crimson, as was the bedding and drapes. A queen-sized bed sat in the center of the room. A mahogany altar sat to its left. The altar was adorned with candles, flowers, jewels and daggers; a three foot statue stood in the center. The statue depicted a naked woman with coal black skin and eight arms. It depicted the image I’d seen in my visions and dreams.
The Gothic Girl spoke without moving her lips, “We need to go back into the city tonight.”
“Why?”
“We need to hunt. We need members and meat.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“She wants you to stay. I’ll see you at the table.” She kissed me, then abruptly exited the room.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Slave, look under the bed. There is a platter. Get it.”
I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. I pulled out the silver platter. On the platter sat a boiled, brown chunk of meat. Lavinia’s voice said, “Chew it up. Chew it up good. Swish it around in your mouth until it’s like soup, then spit it into my mouth. You will take one bite for yourself. It will increase your power. It’s Antonija.”
I chewed the Matriarch’s meat and fed it to her. It felt like the meat I consumed instantly lit a fire inside me. I was filled with the urge to consume more, to hurt more, to fuck more, to kill more.
Lavinia sat up and turned her bandaged face toward me. I couldn’t see her eyes. I couldn’t hear her speak, yet she communicated clearly, “Tonight you will bring the sacrifice to my bed. We will torture together and consume the meat together. We will consume it raw, like in times past. We will continue to grow stronger.”
At lunch, the woman sat at the table tied to a chair. Her forehead and cheeks were bandaged. She appeared heavily sedated. I asked the Gothic Girl, “What do we call her?”
She said, “Lilith. We’ll call her Lilith.”
“Why is she still tied up? We should kill her if we can’t control her.”
The Gothic Gothic slapped me across the face. “Do you think that because you’ve become Lavinia’s concubine, that gives you authority over me? Who are you to question me? Stand up! STAND UP AND TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”
I pushed my chair out, stood and removed my shirt. The Gothic Girl yelled, “DROP YOUR PANTS AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE FUCKING TABLE! LOOK STRAIGHT AHEAD!”
I heard chains jingling behind me, then the sound of something slicing through the air. The pain almost knocked me off my feet. I gripped the table, my muscles tensed; cold steel tore across my back again. She was whipping me with a long thin chain. Again and again, the lashes came down across my back. I felt blood trickling down my buttocks and thighs. I thought of Lavinia and of the immense suffering I had seen her endure. I refused to scream.
She wrapped the chain around my neck and pulled me to the floor. She yelled, “LAY ON YOUR BACK!” She hiked up her skirt, squatted and pissed all over my face. She said, “Now get up and go back to your seat BITCH!”
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Brutality 13
When I returned to Black Sally’s quarters, Brianna was sitting on the bed reading a novel. Sally sat at the table with a laptop. I went to Sally and whispered in her ear, “Lavinia says you’re supposed to show me how to make Brianna scream.”
Sally closed her laptop and stood up, “Brianna, come here.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from a pocket in her laptop case. When Brianna got to the table, Sally told her to take off her robe. Brianna complied. Sally cuffed her hands behind her back. Then she put her laptop away and started toward the door. I asked, “Where are you going?”
“You can figure out how to torture her on your own Clarence. Just don’t mess up her face.” Then she walked out the door.
Brianna asked, “Are you supposed to punish me?”
“Yes.”
“Listen, Clarence, you seem like a good guy. I’m guessing that you don’t really want to do this. You’re doing what you’ve been ordered to do. I understand and respect that. But we can do this in a way that doesn’t leave me with any damage.”
I heard Lavinia’s voice in my mind, “Alright slave, I’ll walk you through this. Tell her that you’re on the same page. Tell her that if she experiences more pain than she can handle, you want her to say Lavinia.”
Brianna gave me a bewildered look when I told her, “My safeword is Lavinia?”
Lavinia said, “There is a toolbox under the sink. Go get it.”
Brianna’s eyes widened when I set the toolbox on the table, “What do you need from the toolbox?”
“Grab her by the hair and slam her face first on the table.”
Brianna hit the table hard, “Not so fucking rough okay?”
“Stick your finger up her ass. Now use two.”
When I pushed two-fingers in her ass, she cried out and yelled, “You need to use some fucking lube if you’re gonna do that. Okay?”
“Fuck her in the ass.”
Before my cock was even halfway in her ass, she yelled out, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA!”
I shoved it in all the way and fucked her ass dry, deep and hard.
“Open the toolbox and take out the staple gun.”
Brianna writhed around screamed, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA! LAVINIA!” as I shot staple after staple into her buttocks.
“Take the flashlight from the toolbox and shove it up her ass.”
She screamed out, “STOP! PLEASE!” Then it was just one long high-pitched scream as I shoved the flashlight in all the way to the light.
“Tell her to scream out Lavinia again.”
She didn’t reply, she just sobbed.
“Turn her over. Get the pliers. Find her pink clit, pinch it between the steel.”
She screamed out, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA!”
“Squeeze as hard as you can. Then pull.”
Brianna jerked around on the table and kicked me in the chest., “MOTHERFUCKER! YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER!” I fell backward, still gripping the pliers. I had torn off her clitoris.
“Hit her in the face with the hammer and tell her to shut the fuck up.”
The blow knocked her off the table. She laid on the floor bleeding and crying.
“Get the box-cutter and the flat-head screwdriver. Then sit on her stomach. Cut her nipples off with the box-cutter.”
Brianna screamed until her voice went hoarse and failed her.
“Take the flathead screwdriver. Place the tip of the screwdriver at the corner of her eye, slide it under her lower lid. Then use the screwdriver to pop her eye out. Use the boxcutter to cut that shit attached to her eyeball.”
Brianna shouted, shrieked and convulsed.
“Now do the other eye.”
I felt the barrel of a gun pressed to my temple. Black Sally said, “Clarence did you hear the part about not messing up her face?” I turned and saw the gun raised in the air, then everything went black.
I woke up in the room I was originally assigned. My head pounded. Dried blood covered the side of my face. There was a bump almost as big as a baseball on the side of my head. Lenore opened the door, “It’s almost time for lunch.”
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
She shut the door and sat on the bed, “What?”
“Why did you warn me about Black Sally?”
“Because she hates the woman that brought you here.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t know what to believe. In this house, it’s when you think you’ve figured out what’s really going on; that’s when they bend you over a desk and fuck you.”
“I’m sor…”
“Don’t apologize. I hope you enjoyed it. You paid a heavy price.”
“How long have you been here?”
“A couple years.”
“How did you get here?”
“I met the woman who brought you here at a club. I stayed with her for awhile, then she dropped me off here.”
“The Gothic Girl brought you here?”
“Yes. Just like she brought you here.”
“Did she say she was coming back for you?”
“Yeah, she said she’d be back in a couple months.”
“And that was two years ago? How did the Dominatrix get here?”
“How do you think?”
“The Gothic Girl brought her here.”
“That’s great detective work Sherlock.”
“Selene?”
“Selene, Isabel, Atrese; they were all brought here by her. You might want to wash your face before you go to the table. I’ll see you there.” She got up and left.
As I washed up in the bathroom, I tried to figure out what my situation really was. I assumed that Antonija, Lavinia and Black Sally were the only ones who weren’t brought to the house by the Gothic Girl. Antonija’s actual role in things was unclear. Lavinia’s role, on the other hand, was brutally clear. Black Sally obviously held a position of power in the house. I assumed the Gothic Girl’s status was equal to, or greater than, Black Sally’s. But what was her status in relation to Lavinia? I remembered Brianna screaming, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA! LAVINIA!” My mind was filled with the image of Lavinia in her war-paint.
I tried not to think about how much power she had over my thoughts. She had the ability to use my own mind as a weapon against me. She could reach into the depths of my subconscious and release the demons I kept imprisoned there. The demons inside me whose existence I would occasionally sense, then quickly deny.
I went to the dining room and took my seat at the table. Black Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Clarence, Brianna is my possession. I should have shoved a baseball bat up your ass, cut your nipples off and took your eye when you were knocked out. I didn’t because I like you. But you will still pay a price for damaging my possession. I either take your ass just like you took Brianna‘s and Lenore‘s, or I can pop your eye out. It’s your choice. Strap-on or screwdriver? Your asshole or your eye?”
I whispered, “Strap-on.”
“I’ll see you in your quarters after lunch.” I glanced over at Lenore, she grinned.
Sally closed her laptop and stood up, “Brianna, come here.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from a pocket in her laptop case. When Brianna got to the table, Sally told her to take off her robe. Brianna complied. Sally cuffed her hands behind her back. Then she put her laptop away and started toward the door. I asked, “Where are you going?”
“You can figure out how to torture her on your own Clarence. Just don’t mess up her face.” Then she walked out the door.
Brianna asked, “Are you supposed to punish me?”
“Yes.”
“Listen, Clarence, you seem like a good guy. I’m guessing that you don’t really want to do this. You’re doing what you’ve been ordered to do. I understand and respect that. But we can do this in a way that doesn’t leave me with any damage.”
I heard Lavinia’s voice in my mind, “Alright slave, I’ll walk you through this. Tell her that you’re on the same page. Tell her that if she experiences more pain than she can handle, you want her to say Lavinia.”
Brianna gave me a bewildered look when I told her, “My safeword is Lavinia?”
Lavinia said, “There is a toolbox under the sink. Go get it.”
Brianna’s eyes widened when I set the toolbox on the table, “What do you need from the toolbox?”
“Grab her by the hair and slam her face first on the table.”
Brianna hit the table hard, “Not so fucking rough okay?”
“Stick your finger up her ass. Now use two.”
When I pushed two-fingers in her ass, she cried out and yelled, “You need to use some fucking lube if you’re gonna do that. Okay?”
“Fuck her in the ass.”
Before my cock was even halfway in her ass, she yelled out, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA!”
I shoved it in all the way and fucked her ass dry, deep and hard.
“Open the toolbox and take out the staple gun.”
Brianna writhed around screamed, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA! LAVINIA!” as I shot staple after staple into her buttocks.
“Take the flashlight from the toolbox and shove it up her ass.”
She screamed out, “STOP! PLEASE!” Then it was just one long high-pitched scream as I shoved the flashlight in all the way to the light.
“Tell her to scream out Lavinia again.”
She didn’t reply, she just sobbed.
“Turn her over. Get the pliers. Find her pink clit, pinch it between the steel.”
She screamed out, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA!”
“Squeeze as hard as you can. Then pull.”
Brianna jerked around on the table and kicked me in the chest., “MOTHERFUCKER! YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER!” I fell backward, still gripping the pliers. I had torn off her clitoris.
“Hit her in the face with the hammer and tell her to shut the fuck up.”
The blow knocked her off the table. She laid on the floor bleeding and crying.
“Get the box-cutter and the flat-head screwdriver. Then sit on her stomach. Cut her nipples off with the box-cutter.”
Brianna screamed until her voice went hoarse and failed her.
“Take the flathead screwdriver. Place the tip of the screwdriver at the corner of her eye, slide it under her lower lid. Then use the screwdriver to pop her eye out. Use the boxcutter to cut that shit attached to her eyeball.”
Brianna shouted, shrieked and convulsed.
“Now do the other eye.”
I felt the barrel of a gun pressed to my temple. Black Sally said, “Clarence did you hear the part about not messing up her face?” I turned and saw the gun raised in the air, then everything went black.
I woke up in the room I was originally assigned. My head pounded. Dried blood covered the side of my face. There was a bump almost as big as a baseball on the side of my head. Lenore opened the door, “It’s almost time for lunch.”
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
She shut the door and sat on the bed, “What?”
“Why did you warn me about Black Sally?”
“Because she hates the woman that brought you here.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t know what to believe. In this house, it’s when you think you’ve figured out what’s really going on; that’s when they bend you over a desk and fuck you.”
“I’m sor…”
“Don’t apologize. I hope you enjoyed it. You paid a heavy price.”
“How long have you been here?”
“A couple years.”
“How did you get here?”
“I met the woman who brought you here at a club. I stayed with her for awhile, then she dropped me off here.”
“The Gothic Girl brought you here?”
“Yes. Just like she brought you here.”
“Did she say she was coming back for you?”
“Yeah, she said she’d be back in a couple months.”
“And that was two years ago? How did the Dominatrix get here?”
“How do you think?”
“The Gothic Girl brought her here.”
“That’s great detective work Sherlock.”
“Selene?”
“Selene, Isabel, Atrese; they were all brought here by her. You might want to wash your face before you go to the table. I’ll see you there.” She got up and left.
As I washed up in the bathroom, I tried to figure out what my situation really was. I assumed that Antonija, Lavinia and Black Sally were the only ones who weren’t brought to the house by the Gothic Girl. Antonija’s actual role in things was unclear. Lavinia’s role, on the other hand, was brutally clear. Black Sally obviously held a position of power in the house. I assumed the Gothic Girl’s status was equal to, or greater than, Black Sally’s. But what was her status in relation to Lavinia? I remembered Brianna screaming, “LAVINIA! LAVINIA! LAVINIA!” My mind was filled with the image of Lavinia in her war-paint.
I tried not to think about how much power she had over my thoughts. She had the ability to use my own mind as a weapon against me. She could reach into the depths of my subconscious and release the demons I kept imprisoned there. The demons inside me whose existence I would occasionally sense, then quickly deny.
I went to the dining room and took my seat at the table. Black Sally leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Clarence, Brianna is my possession. I should have shoved a baseball bat up your ass, cut your nipples off and took your eye when you were knocked out. I didn’t because I like you. But you will still pay a price for damaging my possession. I either take your ass just like you took Brianna‘s and Lenore‘s, or I can pop your eye out. It’s your choice. Strap-on or screwdriver? Your asshole or your eye?”
I whispered, “Strap-on.”
“I’ll see you in your quarters after lunch.” I glanced over at Lenore, she grinned.
Brutality 2
How many people have followed a forbidden fantasy into the dark, and found themselves imprisoned by what they were doomed to desire? And how can someone become so obsessed with a fantasy that they completely abandon all common-sense and reason? I asked myself those questions as I looked at the husband moaning on the floor, the wife quivering, shaking her head and as I contemplated my own predicament.
The men descended the stairs and stood in silence, they eyed the woman standing cuffed and trembling in her white silk slip. There were 5 of them. They exuded violence and smelled of strong drink. The husband moaned, catching their attention. Evelyn took a position out of the way, her back to the wall. The Gothic Girl motioned with her head for me to stand by Evelyn. The men walked over to look at the husband. One of the men vomited at the sight of the man‘s mutilated genitals. Another turned to the Gothic Girl and exclaimed, “Y’all fucked this motherrfucka up!”
The Gothic Girl didn’t speak. She turned away and took a seat at the bottom of the stairs. The men huddled around the wife; touching, groping, squeezing, probing. They tore off her slip and unhooked the chain from her cuffs. The woman tensed but she didn’t resist. They removed the ball gag. The only sound that came from between her lips was rapid, deep breaths. The men started talking amongst themselves, joking, laughing, making degrading references to the woman.
One of the men looked over at the Gothic Girl and asked, “Can we take the cuffs off?” She shook her head. The man turned back to the woman and ordered her to get on her knees. The woman complied. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and brushed it against the wife’s lips. She took it in her mouth and sucked; her head moving back and forth. I looked at the husband shriveled, naked and bleeding on the floor. He wasn’t moaning anymore. He watched intently as his wife kneeled helpless in a circle of men, sucking another man’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. There was no empathy, rage, horror or anguish in the husband’s eyes. What I saw in his eyes made me have to question everything I previously thought I knew about human nature. When I looked into his eyes I saw…delight.
Evelyn whispered in my ear, “I wish these assholes would cut through the courtship and just fuck her in the ass.” I wondered how long Evelyn had been with the Gothic Girl before going off the deep end. I wondered what all she had endured. Evelyn noticed the husband. Her eyes narrowed, her face turned red. She said, “You like that huh? You like that you perverted piece of shit?” The husband looked at Evelyn. The Gothic Girl stood up. One of the men, the tallest of the group, turned and gave Evelyn a concerned look. He shook his head and mouthed “No”. Evelyn did not notice. Some door deep inside her had been opened, allowing her to step out of herself and forget the intricacies of the moment. Evelyn spoke louder, “You make me sick! This is YOUR fantasy not hers!” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. She tore it away and moved toward the husband. The tall man kept watching Evelyn, the rest stood still, dicks in hand, with their eyes locked on the woman as she sucked their friends dick. Then, all hell broke loose.
Evelyn pulled the pistol from her pocket and shot the husband 3 times in the head. Everything stopped. All eyes were on Evelyn. The wife rose to her feet, staggered toward her husband and screamed in Evelyn’s face, “You sick fuckin’ bitch…” Another, louder shot deafened us. I saw the side of Evelyn’s head come off. I saw the brain matter splatter on the wall. A thin stream of smoke rose from the barrel of the Gothic Girl’s gun.
The Gothic Girl grabbed the wife by the hair, brought her back to the circle and threw the handcuffed woman to the ground. She landed flat on her face with a sickening crack. The Gothic Girl held her revolver to one of the men’s head, cocked the hammer and pointed at the wife. The tall man said, “Fuck her nigga, shit!” The man quickly undid his pants and got on top of the woman. The other four men backed toward the stairs. I went over and got Evelyn’s gun.
One of the men said, ‘Fuck this, I’m getting out of here.” He looked to his partners for agreement and support. The room was filled with thunder once again. The man stood there for awhile before he fell, his eyes crossed downward as if he was trying to peer into the large hole right next to his nose. I pointed Evelyn’s pistol at the other three men at the foot of the stairs. They raised their hands. The fucking man stopped fucking and screamed out “Shit! Shit!” The Gothic Girl kicked him in the ribs.
Robert appeared at the top of the stairs. He pumped the 12-gauge that he held in his hands. The sound brought out a facial tick in one of the men’s faces. The fucking man stopped, got up and pulled up his pants. The Gothic Girl pointed at the man with the facial tick, then pointed at the wife. I looked at the bodies of Evelyn and the husband. They laid side-by-side. I wondered if Evelyn had lost her mind, or if she knew the outcome and viewed it as her only means of escape.
The man with the facial tick came quick, he took his place next to his friends even quicker. The Gothic Girl pointed at the men, then at a corner behind the bondage table. The four men all moved to the corner. She grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair and pulled her to her feet. Then she motioned for me to follow and led the woman up the stairs. When I got to the top of the stairs, she closed the door behind me and locked it. She said, “Wipe off that gun and leave it here. Wipe it off good.” I followed her example and wiped off the pistol with my shirt, then dropped it on floor.
The woman just clenched her jaw and stared at the Gothic Girl with wide, pleading eyes. The Gothic Girl pulled her mask and goggles off. She looked the woman in the eyes and asserted: “If you make one fucking sound, my friend is going to blow your face off with that shotgun. If I have to tell you to do something more than once, I cut something off.” She held a knife under the woman’s nose. “Are we clear?” The woman pressed her lips together, wrinkled her brow and gave a slight nod. After putting the woman in the trunk, the Gothic Girl, Robert and I all got in the car, exited the garage and melted into the darkness.
I got lost in the sights and sounds of the freeway at night. The red tail-lights, the horns, the line of headlights that appear as an endless beaded, river of white light. I asked out loud, “Why did we bring the woman with us?”
She solemnly replied, “I lost Evelyn.”
“What does that have to do with the woman in the trunk?”
She lit a cigarette. “I need someone to take her place.”
I sat quietly and let those words sink in. The shotgun was covered with a blanket under my feet. Would I be quick enough to grab it, point it and shoot in the confines of the back seat? I sat behind Gothic Girl. I figured I could probably get a shot off on Robert in the driver’s seat. However, we would have crashed on the freeway with a handcuffed woman in the trunk. More importantly, I wouldn’t have been able to get the gun on the Gothic Girl before she sliced my neck open.
She turned in her seat to look at me. She slowly shook her head. She stared at me while she took long, slow drags off her cigarette. “I’m going to drop you off someplace safe.”
My heart pounded as panic set in. ’What do you mean you’re dropping me off? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You’re doing something wrong right now. I do not have time to deal with you right now and I need to know where you are and what you’re doing at all times. I’ll come back for you in awhile.”
“Where…”
“Don’t worry about that Clarence. I’ll be leaving you with my family and close friends. They’ll take care of you and you’ll have a good time. And when I come back to get you, I won’t have to worry about your whining and stupid fucking questions anymore. The way I see it, I can either kill you or send you to stay with my family for awhile. What do you want to do? Do you want to die or do you want to sit back, shut the fuck up and follow the path I’ve laid out for you?”
“I want to follow the path you’ve laid out for me.”
“That’s good. It’s the path that leads to life. You’ll like the place I’m taking you, there will be some pretty girls there.” The Gothic Girl and Robert looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.
The intensity of the moment prevented me from having any coherent thoughts. The only thing I knew then was “sit back, shut the fuck up and follow”. I took comfort in that. It was as if I had slid out of my body, sat in the seat next to myself, then sat observing myself in the same impersonal manner that I’d observe a stranger. Just “sit back, shut the fuck up and follow”.
“Had I known then what I know now.” I would have took my chances with the gun. At that time, I didn’t have the presence of mind to realize that she would be leaving me with the people who created her. Yes, there would be “some pretty girls there”; and lunacy and cruelty and evil. I was on my way to a monster factory.
The men descended the stairs and stood in silence, they eyed the woman standing cuffed and trembling in her white silk slip. There were 5 of them. They exuded violence and smelled of strong drink. The husband moaned, catching their attention. Evelyn took a position out of the way, her back to the wall. The Gothic Girl motioned with her head for me to stand by Evelyn. The men walked over to look at the husband. One of the men vomited at the sight of the man‘s mutilated genitals. Another turned to the Gothic Girl and exclaimed, “Y’all fucked this motherrfucka up!”
The Gothic Girl didn’t speak. She turned away and took a seat at the bottom of the stairs. The men huddled around the wife; touching, groping, squeezing, probing. They tore off her slip and unhooked the chain from her cuffs. The woman tensed but she didn’t resist. They removed the ball gag. The only sound that came from between her lips was rapid, deep breaths. The men started talking amongst themselves, joking, laughing, making degrading references to the woman.
One of the men looked over at the Gothic Girl and asked, “Can we take the cuffs off?” She shook her head. The man turned back to the woman and ordered her to get on her knees. The woman complied. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and brushed it against the wife’s lips. She took it in her mouth and sucked; her head moving back and forth. I looked at the husband shriveled, naked and bleeding on the floor. He wasn’t moaning anymore. He watched intently as his wife kneeled helpless in a circle of men, sucking another man’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. There was no empathy, rage, horror or anguish in the husband’s eyes. What I saw in his eyes made me have to question everything I previously thought I knew about human nature. When I looked into his eyes I saw…delight.
Evelyn whispered in my ear, “I wish these assholes would cut through the courtship and just fuck her in the ass.” I wondered how long Evelyn had been with the Gothic Girl before going off the deep end. I wondered what all she had endured. Evelyn noticed the husband. Her eyes narrowed, her face turned red. She said, “You like that huh? You like that you perverted piece of shit?” The husband looked at Evelyn. The Gothic Girl stood up. One of the men, the tallest of the group, turned and gave Evelyn a concerned look. He shook his head and mouthed “No”. Evelyn did not notice. Some door deep inside her had been opened, allowing her to step out of herself and forget the intricacies of the moment. Evelyn spoke louder, “You make me sick! This is YOUR fantasy not hers!” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. She tore it away and moved toward the husband. The tall man kept watching Evelyn, the rest stood still, dicks in hand, with their eyes locked on the woman as she sucked their friends dick. Then, all hell broke loose.
Evelyn pulled the pistol from her pocket and shot the husband 3 times in the head. Everything stopped. All eyes were on Evelyn. The wife rose to her feet, staggered toward her husband and screamed in Evelyn’s face, “You sick fuckin’ bitch…” Another, louder shot deafened us. I saw the side of Evelyn’s head come off. I saw the brain matter splatter on the wall. A thin stream of smoke rose from the barrel of the Gothic Girl’s gun.
The Gothic Girl grabbed the wife by the hair, brought her back to the circle and threw the handcuffed woman to the ground. She landed flat on her face with a sickening crack. The Gothic Girl held her revolver to one of the men’s head, cocked the hammer and pointed at the wife. The tall man said, “Fuck her nigga, shit!” The man quickly undid his pants and got on top of the woman. The other four men backed toward the stairs. I went over and got Evelyn’s gun.
One of the men said, ‘Fuck this, I’m getting out of here.” He looked to his partners for agreement and support. The room was filled with thunder once again. The man stood there for awhile before he fell, his eyes crossed downward as if he was trying to peer into the large hole right next to his nose. I pointed Evelyn’s pistol at the other three men at the foot of the stairs. They raised their hands. The fucking man stopped fucking and screamed out “Shit! Shit!” The Gothic Girl kicked him in the ribs.
Robert appeared at the top of the stairs. He pumped the 12-gauge that he held in his hands. The sound brought out a facial tick in one of the men’s faces. The fucking man stopped, got up and pulled up his pants. The Gothic Girl pointed at the man with the facial tick, then pointed at the wife. I looked at the bodies of Evelyn and the husband. They laid side-by-side. I wondered if Evelyn had lost her mind, or if she knew the outcome and viewed it as her only means of escape.
The man with the facial tick came quick, he took his place next to his friends even quicker. The Gothic Girl pointed at the men, then at a corner behind the bondage table. The four men all moved to the corner. She grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair and pulled her to her feet. Then she motioned for me to follow and led the woman up the stairs. When I got to the top of the stairs, she closed the door behind me and locked it. She said, “Wipe off that gun and leave it here. Wipe it off good.” I followed her example and wiped off the pistol with my shirt, then dropped it on floor.
The woman just clenched her jaw and stared at the Gothic Girl with wide, pleading eyes. The Gothic Girl pulled her mask and goggles off. She looked the woman in the eyes and asserted: “If you make one fucking sound, my friend is going to blow your face off with that shotgun. If I have to tell you to do something more than once, I cut something off.” She held a knife under the woman’s nose. “Are we clear?” The woman pressed her lips together, wrinkled her brow and gave a slight nod. After putting the woman in the trunk, the Gothic Girl, Robert and I all got in the car, exited the garage and melted into the darkness.
I got lost in the sights and sounds of the freeway at night. The red tail-lights, the horns, the line of headlights that appear as an endless beaded, river of white light. I asked out loud, “Why did we bring the woman with us?”
She solemnly replied, “I lost Evelyn.”
“What does that have to do with the woman in the trunk?”
She lit a cigarette. “I need someone to take her place.”
I sat quietly and let those words sink in. The shotgun was covered with a blanket under my feet. Would I be quick enough to grab it, point it and shoot in the confines of the back seat? I sat behind Gothic Girl. I figured I could probably get a shot off on Robert in the driver’s seat. However, we would have crashed on the freeway with a handcuffed woman in the trunk. More importantly, I wouldn’t have been able to get the gun on the Gothic Girl before she sliced my neck open.
She turned in her seat to look at me. She slowly shook her head. She stared at me while she took long, slow drags off her cigarette. “I’m going to drop you off someplace safe.”
My heart pounded as panic set in. ’What do you mean you’re dropping me off? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You’re doing something wrong right now. I do not have time to deal with you right now and I need to know where you are and what you’re doing at all times. I’ll come back for you in awhile.”
“Where…”
“Don’t worry about that Clarence. I’ll be leaving you with my family and close friends. They’ll take care of you and you’ll have a good time. And when I come back to get you, I won’t have to worry about your whining and stupid fucking questions anymore. The way I see it, I can either kill you or send you to stay with my family for awhile. What do you want to do? Do you want to die or do you want to sit back, shut the fuck up and follow the path I’ve laid out for you?”
“I want to follow the path you’ve laid out for me.”
“That’s good. It’s the path that leads to life. You’ll like the place I’m taking you, there will be some pretty girls there.” The Gothic Girl and Robert looked at each other and started laughing hysterically.
The intensity of the moment prevented me from having any coherent thoughts. The only thing I knew then was “sit back, shut the fuck up and follow”. I took comfort in that. It was as if I had slid out of my body, sat in the seat next to myself, then sat observing myself in the same impersonal manner that I’d observe a stranger. Just “sit back, shut the fuck up and follow”.
“Had I known then what I know now.” I would have took my chances with the gun. At that time, I didn’t have the presence of mind to realize that she would be leaving me with the people who created her. Yes, there would be “some pretty girls there”; and lunacy and cruelty and evil. I was on my way to a monster factory.
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