I watched the streetlights pass by in the night. As I rode in the passenger seat of the Lincoln, The Duchess at the wheel, she hummed the melody to “Close to You” so sweetly. I dozed off and fell asleep, my forehead pressed against the cold glass.
I woke up on a grey cement floor. I sat up and looked around. I was a large cell. There were no windows, just a heavy steel door. There was a wood table in the middle of the cell. The Duchess was seated at the table in the only chair. Other than that, the cell was empty except for an aluminum bucket in a corner. The only light in the cell came from a dim yellow bulb on the ceiling.
The Duchess’ long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a long black leather skirt with a royal-blue turtle-neck sweater and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes. Leather gloves covered her hands. A platinum skull pendent hung between her breasts.
She took a sip from a steaming hot cup of coffee and lit a cigarette. She didn’t speak with her lips. I heard her voice in my mind, “This is a hard room to be alone in, especially when the light is off. One is left alone with their thoughts, their fear, their sadness. Do you remember your first experience with solitude in a dark empty room?” Images from my earliest years flashed through my mind. “Do you remember the emotions you felt?” I saw myself screaming alone in an apartment without furniture. My eyes became hot and wet as I saw the tears flow from the eyes of the image of my early self.
The light went out in the room and a sudden wave of terror swept over me. I heard myself screaming. An intense mixture of fear and despair gripped me, it felt as if my insides were being crushed. The feeling was very familiar, though I didn’t remember experiencing such a deep and painful anguish ever before. The pain was worsened by a yearning, a longing, a question in my mind that would not stop repeating itself, ‘Where is she?’
The light came back on. I felt a tremendous sense of relief when I saw The Duchess still seated at the table. Her voice said, “It’s okay Clarence. I’m still here. Does it make you feel better to know that I’m still in the room with you? Would you like to spend the next two days in here alone in the dark? I could go lay down in the other room, curl up in a blanket and torture you with your own thoughts.” I saw myself naked, huddled in a corner of the cell trembling, covered in my own feces.
“Do you want me to stay in here with you Clarence? You know that you can’t lie to me. I’m inside your head. I know that you desperately hope I will stay, while you anticipate my departure. In order for me to stay, I will need to be entertained. How far are you willing to go to keep me entertained Clarence?” Images of her naked body flashed in my mind. I remembered the sight of her glistening, wet flesh when I bathed her. I remembered having my face pressed against her bare thighs as she held my head under the water until everything went black. A wave of euphoria, combined with a feeling of security and relief, swept over me. I felt her arms around my neck as she pulled me to her breasts and held me. “CLARENCE!” I looked up to see her still seated at the table smoking.
“How come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the ‘Clarence’ you present to the world around you?” The word ‘PRETENDER’ flashed in my mind in big black letters. “More importantly, how come the ‘Clarence’ inside your head is so much different from the person you believe yourself to be?” The word ‘DENIAL’ followed by the word, ‘INEFFECTUAL’ flashed in my head.
“Why are you lying on the floor like a loathsome animal that lacks dignity. Stand up!” I rose to my feet. “Take off your clothes.” I hesitated. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want to do everything, and anything, I tell you to do.” I removed my clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor.
“You have a nice cock.” A comforting warmth covered my body accompanied by a budding pride. “How does it make you feel when a woman can’t get enough of your cock?” The words ‘MASCULINE’ ‘ALIVE’ ‘CONTENT’ flashed in my mind. “Masculine, alive and content huh? Content…that’s interesting. So, I’m guessing that when you’re fucking, that’s the only time you are able to completely focus on your only strength, and thereby allow yourself to ignore the fact that you are stupid, incompetent, cowardly and lazy. When you bust that nut it’s sort of like your moment of glory, like a runner bursting through the tape with his arms outstretched as he crosses the finish line. That’s your special moment to escape the undeniable fact that you are such a fucking disappointment.” The word ‘FAILURE’ flashed repeatedly in my mind. I felt my shoulders slump; my dick hung limp; a mockery of my manhood. The Duchess began humming “Close to You” again.
“Come closer to the table.” I took a couple steps toward her. “Closer.” I took a few more reluctant steps. “Kneel down. On your knees.” I hesitated. “What? Am I not good enough for you to kneel before? I’m the woman who saved your pathetic wasted life. I pulled you out the car and stood over you, rifle in hand, defending you as you laid curled up in a ball on the ground. I didn’t leave you at Medea’s, I was outside waiting for you; while your punk-ass was inside betraying me. ME! The woman who rode side by side with you in the trenches, the woman who protected you. You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving. You can sit in here by yourself.” I got down on my knees. The Duchess put her cigarette out on the table, never speaking. Her expression didn’t change, her dark sunglasses stared through me, consuming me like a star being swallowed by a black hole.
“Do you want me to suck your dick? Hahaha…And the question prompts you to visualize me with your cock in my mouth. Do you want to fuck me Clarence? Ohhhh…you do! You want to bend me over this table, pull my skirt up and give me a hard, savage fuck from behind. Do you think that I’d let you fuck me if you put your head between my thighs and kiss and lick and suck on my clit until I cum? HaHaHaHa…you hope so. I’m flattered that you fantasize about me, but I’m not into men Clarence. Maybe you can convince me to make an exception. You hope so, right?
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll stand up, take off my skirt, push my red lace panties down to my knees and lean over the desk. Then you can bury your face in my ass and lick my asshole while I get myself off. Would you do that for me Clarence?” My mind said ‘YES’. “Will you be my ass-licking slut-boy? Yes? Then say it. Say it out loud. Tell me you’ll be my ass-licking slut-boy!” I said out loud, “I’ll be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“I want you to beg. You want it bad enough. You want to lick my ass more than I want you to do it. Beg! Beg me to let you be my ass-licking slut-boy!”
“Please Duchess…I beg you…please let me be your ass-licking slut-boy.”
“You’re a sorry excuse for a man Clarence. What you just did made me lose what little respect I had for you. I wouldn’t even let you lick my ass Clarence. I’d rather have a dog do it.” Disappointment and frustration clawed at my insides, my desire turned to anger and hate. “Ohhh…Will the real Clarence cooome oooon dowwwn! There you are, you two-faced bastard. You must be the guy who cut off that woman’s nipples with a box-cutter and tore her clit off with a pair of pliers. You’re a real fucking gentleman, you know that Clarence? Lilith, Lenore, The Fallen Angel, The Jehovah’s Witness…what the hell did she do? You raped all those women. How does that make you feel?” I felt like I was sinking down into the floor, smothered by guilt and shame.
“You’re frustrated because you’re a fucking worthless ineffectual fraction of a man, a waste of fucking life, so you take your frustration and rage out on some innocent woman who had nothing to do with you being a fucking idiot. Why don’t you go rape your mother Clarence? You fucking momma’s boy. That’s the woman who turned you into a fucking idiot. Let’s see you visualize that Clarence! Visualize fucking your mother hard and deep in the ass! HaHaHaHa…you’re a sick motherfucker Clarence! You just imagined what it would feel like to push your long, hard dick up your mother‘s…” I screamed out, “ENOUGH! STOP! PLEASE STOP!”
“It’s okay Clarence. Your time started when you woke up. That was about 20 minutes ago. Just think, you only have 47 hours and 40 minutes to go. Maybe I’ll bring someone in to announce the time every minute. You’d find out just how long a minute can take to pass. Nothing tortures like time, when ten minutes grinds by agonizingly slow, making it seem like an hour.” The cement floor made my knees ache, the pain shot up my body to my neck. My head began to pound.
“Only 47 hours and 39 minutes to go Clarence. You look tired. You must be very exhausted after these past days. You’ve had very little sleep. When is the last time you curled up under nice, thick, warm comforter, with plump, cold fluffy pillow?” Her voice hummed “Close to You” in my mind. I saw myself falling backward onto a mountain of red feathers. My eyes grew heavy, my knees felt like they were being crushed against the edge of a sharp rock.
“47 hours and 38 minutes left Clarence. Are you hungry?” The smell of roasted meat and French fries filled my nostrils. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. “There is something for you to eat in that bucket over there Clarence. Go look!” I was relieved to get off my knees. When I looked down into the bucket, I saw a man’s severed genitals. A large brown cockroach crawled over it. I coughed, retched and vomited bile. The stomach acids came out my nose, burning my nostrils causing my eyes to water.
“47 hours and 37 minutes Clarence. How would you like that to be your dick and balls in the bucket Clarence? I’ll saw your shit off with an old, dull and rusty hacksaw. Would that be a fitting punishment? No? What would be a fitting punishment Clarence?” My mind involuntarily replied, “For you to use me however you want.”
“Use you however I want huh? Your entire being is crying out for me to take you and use you however I want. How the fuck do you equate me fulfilling your desires with punishment? You’re one simple-minded motherfucker, you know that Clarence? Now that you’ve wasted your opportunity to choose your own punishment, I’ll choose. That means that you’re too much of a goddamn moron to look out for your own best interest and select a punishment you can handle.” I thought how relieved I was that she had stopped the countdown.
“47 hours and 36 minutes Clarence. If you want to stop the countdown. You have to eat the roach.” ‘FUCK NO’ flashed in my mind. “Fuck no, huh? I want you to eat the roach, for me, because I say so. You will do whatever I want, not because you’re trapped in a cell with me, not because I’m inside your head; but because you want to do whatever I want. It will please me if you eat the roach Clarence. To tell you truth, it will touch me to watch you do something that absolutely repulses you, to willingly cross your own lines, because you know that it will please me. You remember how easy it was to drink the cup of urine. This is just as easy. Just let go, turn your will over to me, bend down and pick up the cockroach. Now shove it in your mouth, chew it quickly and swallow it. Goood boooy Clarence.” I choked and gagged on the roach, I vomited again on the floor. I leaned against the wall and threw up roach legs and bile until my chest and throat ached from the dry heaves.
“Good job Clarence! I’m so impressed that I’m tempted to reward you by allowing you to lick my ass. But now that you’ve got the dick eating roach all over your tongue, I think I’ll pass.” I began coughing and dry heaving again. The Duchess lit another cigarette. She hadn’t yet spoken a word out loud, got up from her chair, changed the expression on her face or touched me.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The Lioness and the Black Widow 7
When Roger had chewed his way down to the neck, he dropped Cecile and walked out the room. Antigone asked The Duchess, “What about the old man and Theresa?” The Duchess answered, “I’m not taking them to be raised. The old man is already falling apart. As for Theresa, you just don’t do that to a friend. Alright, I‘m gonna have Roger carry the geezer and Ms. Peacock up to the attic. I want the cars pulled into the garage and the girl on the sofa thrown in the trunk of your car. Then bring down Chris and the guy on the cross.”
We placed the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. The Duchess and Antigone came down with the two men, both men had their hands cuffed in front of them. The Duchess grabbed Chris by the hair and said, “You’re going in the trunk of my car. If you make any noise back there, I’m gonna open the trunk, pour gasoline all over you and set you on fire. Do you understand?” Chris muttered, “Yes.” She shoved Chris in the trunk and slammed it shut. She pointed at the other man, “That motherfucker can ride in the trunk with the dead body.”
As I rode in the passenger seat of The Duchess’ Lincoln, I stared out the window watching a world a I could no longer be a part of pass me by. Green lawns, gardening seniors, people bustling, hustling to and fro; people going about their daily business. People I could never be like, people I would never know. I was no longer a part of ‘humanity’.
The Duchess turned the music up, enthusiastically singing along to Esther Phillips’ “No Headstone on My Grave” at the top of her lungs. When her song was over, she turned off the music and said, “After we go see Lavinia, we’ll go visit some more of The Great Sathanas’ people. After that, I have another meeting set-up that you’ll need to attend.”
I asked, “Another Matriarch?”
“Not yet, she’s Second-Chair in her house.”
“Is it to see how I’ll react again?”
“No. I already know how you’re gonna react, just like I knew the last time. This time it’s about she reacts to you. I need her on board.”
“Don’t you worry that more of Theresa’s friends will show up?”
“I already anticipate that happening. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Why was she connected to so many outsiders?”
“She wanted a normal life. I told her that she could live as she chose. Theresa could have just walked away from all this with her slave. Instead, she tried to have the best of both worlds. There is no gray area here. You are either on one side of the threshold or the other. Fence-riders get torn on half. That’s what happened to my friend Theresa.”
We arrived at the house, Lilith opened the door for us. Her cheeks were still bandaged and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was tired, but her will wasn’t broken. Her immense suffering made her stronger. I helped the twins carry the body of the young woman upstairs to Lavinia’s office. When we got there, Lavinia was seated behind her desk, Sally and Damijana stood at her side; just like I saw them in the vision.
The Duchess entered the office and stood in front of Lavinia’s desk smiling. She said, “I’ve got two more bodies for you to raise and a replacement for Alfred.”
Lavinia replied, “Alfred was one of a kind. There can be no replacement.”
“Yeah well, this fuck-up right here,” she pointed at Chris, “got my best friend killed. You know what happened. You can see everything through Clarence.”
“I did. I also saw all the unnecessary killing. Why did you attack The Fallen Angel?”
“She was faking the crown.”
“She was faking the crown? Are you sure it isn’t because of some slight that occurred a long time ago?”
“You know what? Fuck The Fallen Angel. She got what she deserved. I just helped her find her destiny a little quicker. What’s with the morality lessons?”
“You are killing innocent people for no reason whatsoever.”
“Innocent? I’ve never even heard of the term. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And who are you to lecture me? Your house kills more people than we do.”
“There has to be a reason for me to kill someone.”
“Oh, you need a reason. So, when you kill someone for your own sick sexual satisfaction, you call that a reason?”
“Yes.”
The Duchess shook her head and lit a cigarette, “Whatever you say Lavinia. If you’re not gonna use Chris, we may as well kill him and raise him. Is that a good enough reason to kill?”
“Bring him forward.” Antigone shoved Chris toward Lavinia’s desk. Chris stood quivering, staring wide-eyed at the black and red mask in front of him. Lavinia said, “We are discussing whether you should live or die. Do you have anything to say in regard to that matter.”
Chris shook his lowered head.
Lavinia asked, “Do you prefer death?”
Chris shook his head and muttered, “N-no.”
“So why should I keep you alive. What can you do for me?”
“I-I…I will serve you…”
Lavinia interrupted, “Serve me? Do think that I would allow a horde of roaches into my house, as long as they promised to serve me? How could you possibly serve me?”
The Duchess said, “Theresa was pleased with him.”
Lavinia replied, “Theresa loved this man. I don’t. Theresa sought partners she could lose herself in, hoping to forget who she really was. I’m not. Most importantly, Theresa was into a different form of slavery. Chris was her slave because that was his choice. He could walk away at any time. I take slaves because I choose to. I take who I want, when I want, how I want. My slaves have no choices. None. I’m as similar to Theresa as a Palestinian suicide bomber is to our local congressman. Both are in the business of politics. But their methods are drastically different. The Palestinian woman who straps a bomb to herself, she has no use for the Congressman‘s books, rules, rhetoric and pomp. Just like I have no use for Chris. Kill him.”
Antigone pulled a length of rope from her pocket, wrapped it around Chris’s neck and strangled him. She pulled him down to the floor as he kicked his legs and struggled for air. Eventually, his legs stopped kicking and jerking. His body went still. Chris was dead.
Lavinia said, “I’m going to say this one time. We aren’t playing cowboys and Indians here. The stakes are high for us. If we don’t win, we will be destroyed. Dominating the other houses and Matriarchs, killing anyone who gets in our way or threatens to thwart our will; these things are necessities. We don’t do it because we think it would be ’cool’ to dominate the other Matriarchs and kill people, we do it because it is necessary for our survival. This is how we live, this is what we do. You’re out there killing Elvira-wannabes and aggressive housewives for no good reason. While that may be entertaining to you, to me it is a waste of time. I don’t have any time to waste. You endangered us all by allowing Theresa to form relationships with outsiders.”
“How I run my house is my business.”
“It is your business. But you know as well as I do that we can’t mix and mingle with outsiders as if we had something in common with them.”
“Theresa was looking for a way to live, grow and be happy without having to torture and kill people all the time…”
Lavinia slammed her fist on the desk, “There is no other way for us. My sister sought the same thing. That’s how we found Clarence. The bottom line is this, a square is a square. I don’t give a fuck what they call themselves, what kind of relationship they have with their spouses, how kinky their sex lives are or how anti-social they act or dress. They are outsiders and do not live the same way we do. From now on, nobody in either of our houses is allowed to form relationships with outsiders.”
The Duchess looked at Damijana and asked, “You found Clarence at one those places Theresa was going to? What brought you there?”
Damijana answered, “The same thing that brought Theresa. I was under the illusion that there was a place for me in this world other than here.”
The Duchess laughed, “Clarence, you were just hanging out looking for something kinky to get into, and Damijana found you? A black guy hanging out in places like that? You would have had a better chance finding a woman at a klan rally. You’re lucky Damijana found you.”
I replied, “I am lucky. I am also very aware of the difference between us and them. We shouldn’t have had to kill those three people this afternoon.”
The Duchess exclaimed, “Whatever Clarence. Lavinia would have killed that loud mouth bitch too, and you know it. She was offensive. I could look right inside her and see her fears, insecurities and envy. Ms. Peacock was a weak bitch and a bad actress. I‘m just surprised someone didn‘t off her belligerent ass a long time ago, probably because she surrounded herself with people who were either weaker than her, or infatuated with her.”
Lavinia said, “You’re right. I would have killed her. But that’s not the point. Clarence belongs here, we found him and brought him home. Shit like this,” She pointed to Chris’s body on the floor, “does not belong here. Theresa had no business getting involved with that man. And she definitely had no business confusing the steps we take to insure our survival with a fucking relationship model for squares. This isn’t the goddamn Brady Bunch and we are not normal people. I strongly suggest you make sure that all members of your house are completely clear about this in the future.”
“I got it Lavinia. Squares are off limits.”
“Good, because we can’t murder an entire subculture just because a few women can’t keep their fingers out of it. By tomorrow you‘ll have a dozen people pounding on your door looking for their friends, the cops will come shortly thereafter.”
“All the cops will find when they get there is ash and embers. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Good. Are you set to meet Medea tonight?”
“I am. All we need is her house on our side and we can go confront the Old Ladies. I look forward to fucking up their tea party.”
“The days of drinking tea, formalities and mutual masturbation are over. The Old Ladies belong in a museum. This is a different era and the old ways are no longer relevant. Once they’re out of the way, we’ll unite the houses we favor and destroy the ones we don’t. We’ll rule over all the other Matriarchs.”
The Duchess smiled, “I like the way you think.”
Lavinia replied, “I know that you’re on your way to hit The Great Sathanas again. I’ll raise the woman, Chris and the live one right there.” Lavinia pointed at the man who had been tied to the cross. He no longer spoke or looked around. He just stared at the floor. After seeing his friend tortured and killed in front of him; after having his friends severed genitals shoved in his mouth as The Duchess had orgasm from witnessing his suffering, the man had lost his mind.
The Duchess asked, “Do you want us to take care of him before we go.”
Lavinia answered, “No. You’re people are too brutal and lack finesse.” The man immediately fell to floor and began having seizure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he foamed at the mouth. Lavinia continued, “Everyone needs to go downstairs. I’ll send them down as I raise them.”
We placed the young woman in the trunk of the Cutlass. The Duchess and Antigone came down with the two men, both men had their hands cuffed in front of them. The Duchess grabbed Chris by the hair and said, “You’re going in the trunk of my car. If you make any noise back there, I’m gonna open the trunk, pour gasoline all over you and set you on fire. Do you understand?” Chris muttered, “Yes.” She shoved Chris in the trunk and slammed it shut. She pointed at the other man, “That motherfucker can ride in the trunk with the dead body.”
As I rode in the passenger seat of The Duchess’ Lincoln, I stared out the window watching a world a I could no longer be a part of pass me by. Green lawns, gardening seniors, people bustling, hustling to and fro; people going about their daily business. People I could never be like, people I would never know. I was no longer a part of ‘humanity’.
The Duchess turned the music up, enthusiastically singing along to Esther Phillips’ “No Headstone on My Grave” at the top of her lungs. When her song was over, she turned off the music and said, “After we go see Lavinia, we’ll go visit some more of The Great Sathanas’ people. After that, I have another meeting set-up that you’ll need to attend.”
I asked, “Another Matriarch?”
“Not yet, she’s Second-Chair in her house.”
“Is it to see how I’ll react again?”
“No. I already know how you’re gonna react, just like I knew the last time. This time it’s about she reacts to you. I need her on board.”
“Don’t you worry that more of Theresa’s friends will show up?”
“I already anticipate that happening. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Why was she connected to so many outsiders?”
“She wanted a normal life. I told her that she could live as she chose. Theresa could have just walked away from all this with her slave. Instead, she tried to have the best of both worlds. There is no gray area here. You are either on one side of the threshold or the other. Fence-riders get torn on half. That’s what happened to my friend Theresa.”
We arrived at the house, Lilith opened the door for us. Her cheeks were still bandaged and she had dark circles under her eyes. She was tired, but her will wasn’t broken. Her immense suffering made her stronger. I helped the twins carry the body of the young woman upstairs to Lavinia’s office. When we got there, Lavinia was seated behind her desk, Sally and Damijana stood at her side; just like I saw them in the vision.
The Duchess entered the office and stood in front of Lavinia’s desk smiling. She said, “I’ve got two more bodies for you to raise and a replacement for Alfred.”
Lavinia replied, “Alfred was one of a kind. There can be no replacement.”
“Yeah well, this fuck-up right here,” she pointed at Chris, “got my best friend killed. You know what happened. You can see everything through Clarence.”
“I did. I also saw all the unnecessary killing. Why did you attack The Fallen Angel?”
“She was faking the crown.”
“She was faking the crown? Are you sure it isn’t because of some slight that occurred a long time ago?”
“You know what? Fuck The Fallen Angel. She got what she deserved. I just helped her find her destiny a little quicker. What’s with the morality lessons?”
“You are killing innocent people for no reason whatsoever.”
“Innocent? I’ve never even heard of the term. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And who are you to lecture me? Your house kills more people than we do.”
“There has to be a reason for me to kill someone.”
“Oh, you need a reason. So, when you kill someone for your own sick sexual satisfaction, you call that a reason?”
“Yes.”
The Duchess shook her head and lit a cigarette, “Whatever you say Lavinia. If you’re not gonna use Chris, we may as well kill him and raise him. Is that a good enough reason to kill?”
“Bring him forward.” Antigone shoved Chris toward Lavinia’s desk. Chris stood quivering, staring wide-eyed at the black and red mask in front of him. Lavinia said, “We are discussing whether you should live or die. Do you have anything to say in regard to that matter.”
Chris shook his lowered head.
Lavinia asked, “Do you prefer death?”
Chris shook his head and muttered, “N-no.”
“So why should I keep you alive. What can you do for me?”
“I-I…I will serve you…”
Lavinia interrupted, “Serve me? Do think that I would allow a horde of roaches into my house, as long as they promised to serve me? How could you possibly serve me?”
The Duchess said, “Theresa was pleased with him.”
Lavinia replied, “Theresa loved this man. I don’t. Theresa sought partners she could lose herself in, hoping to forget who she really was. I’m not. Most importantly, Theresa was into a different form of slavery. Chris was her slave because that was his choice. He could walk away at any time. I take slaves because I choose to. I take who I want, when I want, how I want. My slaves have no choices. None. I’m as similar to Theresa as a Palestinian suicide bomber is to our local congressman. Both are in the business of politics. But their methods are drastically different. The Palestinian woman who straps a bomb to herself, she has no use for the Congressman‘s books, rules, rhetoric and pomp. Just like I have no use for Chris. Kill him.”
Antigone pulled a length of rope from her pocket, wrapped it around Chris’s neck and strangled him. She pulled him down to the floor as he kicked his legs and struggled for air. Eventually, his legs stopped kicking and jerking. His body went still. Chris was dead.
Lavinia said, “I’m going to say this one time. We aren’t playing cowboys and Indians here. The stakes are high for us. If we don’t win, we will be destroyed. Dominating the other houses and Matriarchs, killing anyone who gets in our way or threatens to thwart our will; these things are necessities. We don’t do it because we think it would be ’cool’ to dominate the other Matriarchs and kill people, we do it because it is necessary for our survival. This is how we live, this is what we do. You’re out there killing Elvira-wannabes and aggressive housewives for no good reason. While that may be entertaining to you, to me it is a waste of time. I don’t have any time to waste. You endangered us all by allowing Theresa to form relationships with outsiders.”
“How I run my house is my business.”
“It is your business. But you know as well as I do that we can’t mix and mingle with outsiders as if we had something in common with them.”
“Theresa was looking for a way to live, grow and be happy without having to torture and kill people all the time…”
Lavinia slammed her fist on the desk, “There is no other way for us. My sister sought the same thing. That’s how we found Clarence. The bottom line is this, a square is a square. I don’t give a fuck what they call themselves, what kind of relationship they have with their spouses, how kinky their sex lives are or how anti-social they act or dress. They are outsiders and do not live the same way we do. From now on, nobody in either of our houses is allowed to form relationships with outsiders.”
The Duchess looked at Damijana and asked, “You found Clarence at one those places Theresa was going to? What brought you there?”
Damijana answered, “The same thing that brought Theresa. I was under the illusion that there was a place for me in this world other than here.”
The Duchess laughed, “Clarence, you were just hanging out looking for something kinky to get into, and Damijana found you? A black guy hanging out in places like that? You would have had a better chance finding a woman at a klan rally. You’re lucky Damijana found you.”
I replied, “I am lucky. I am also very aware of the difference between us and them. We shouldn’t have had to kill those three people this afternoon.”
The Duchess exclaimed, “Whatever Clarence. Lavinia would have killed that loud mouth bitch too, and you know it. She was offensive. I could look right inside her and see her fears, insecurities and envy. Ms. Peacock was a weak bitch and a bad actress. I‘m just surprised someone didn‘t off her belligerent ass a long time ago, probably because she surrounded herself with people who were either weaker than her, or infatuated with her.”
Lavinia said, “You’re right. I would have killed her. But that’s not the point. Clarence belongs here, we found him and brought him home. Shit like this,” She pointed to Chris’s body on the floor, “does not belong here. Theresa had no business getting involved with that man. And she definitely had no business confusing the steps we take to insure our survival with a fucking relationship model for squares. This isn’t the goddamn Brady Bunch and we are not normal people. I strongly suggest you make sure that all members of your house are completely clear about this in the future.”
“I got it Lavinia. Squares are off limits.”
“Good, because we can’t murder an entire subculture just because a few women can’t keep their fingers out of it. By tomorrow you‘ll have a dozen people pounding on your door looking for their friends, the cops will come shortly thereafter.”
“All the cops will find when they get there is ash and embers. I’m burning the house tonight.”
“Good. Are you set to meet Medea tonight?”
“I am. All we need is her house on our side and we can go confront the Old Ladies. I look forward to fucking up their tea party.”
“The days of drinking tea, formalities and mutual masturbation are over. The Old Ladies belong in a museum. This is a different era and the old ways are no longer relevant. Once they’re out of the way, we’ll unite the houses we favor and destroy the ones we don’t. We’ll rule over all the other Matriarchs.”
The Duchess smiled, “I like the way you think.”
Lavinia replied, “I know that you’re on your way to hit The Great Sathanas again. I’ll raise the woman, Chris and the live one right there.” Lavinia pointed at the man who had been tied to the cross. He no longer spoke or looked around. He just stared at the floor. After seeing his friend tortured and killed in front of him; after having his friends severed genitals shoved in his mouth as The Duchess had orgasm from witnessing his suffering, the man had lost his mind.
The Duchess asked, “Do you want us to take care of him before we go.”
Lavinia answered, “No. You’re people are too brutal and lack finesse.” The man immediately fell to floor and began having seizure. His eyes rolled back in his head and he foamed at the mouth. Lavinia continued, “Everyone needs to go downstairs. I’ll send them down as I raise them.”
The Lioness and the Black Widow 3
When I placed the tip of the knife to the man’s stomach, Lavinia’s voice said, “No, do not take part in their ritual. You can’t consummate the ritual with The Duchess.” I set the knife down, stood up and backed toward the door. The Duchess sat up smiling, “Your Matriarch won’t allow you to consume the meat with us?” I shook my head. Antigone rose to her feet and said, “If he doesn’t take part in the ritual, he’s not walking out of here.” The Duchess intervened, “No, let him go.”
I exited the room leaving the screams and brutality behind me. As I descended the stairs, the image of Lavinia filled my mind. She sat behind her desk wearing a raven black Victorian-style gown; her disfigured face concealed by the black wooden mask with a red stripe down the middle. Her black hair was twisted up in a bun with a long, shiny steel hairpin protruding from either side. Black Sally stood to the right of Lavinia’s desk. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a black leather jacket; she wore a long, black skirt and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, a German Shepherd sat panting at her side. To Lavinia’s left stood Damijana, The Gothic Girl was dressed identical to Sally. She clenched the handle of her bloodstained machete in her right hand.
Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess considers manipulation to be a sacred art. You must learn to deal with people like her. She doesn’t just tell outright lies. She makes a person question their own ability to distinguish between truth and fallacy. Her strategy is to confuse, not to convince. You cannot assume that everything she says is a lie. In fact, most of what she tells you will be the truth. As you get to know her, she will seem to be full of contradictions. She’s not. People who appear to be full of contradictions either don’t know themselves, or they are concealing themselves. The Duchess, of course, falls in the latter category. There is nothing complex or contradictory about her. She is solely motivated by her own self-interest and she is ruled by her ego. Appear to become an advocate of her ego, and she’ll consider you an indispensable ally. That’s what I want.
“I want her to put you on a collar and leash. Then you will be collar and leash which I place on her. She will then become another instrument for me to use to carry out my will. Allow yourself to fall under her spell. Become an advocate of her ego. I want you in her heart.
“Keep this in mind, Lilith is locked in the box; Octavia is still taped up in the fetal position. That’s what your peers are doing while you’re out honeymooning with The Duchess. There are many Matriarch’s whose houses I intend to infiltrate, manipulate and takeover. Would you like to continue to assist me in that endeavor? Or would you rather return to the box?”
I thought, “I don’t want the box.”
“Of course you don’t. You’d much rather spend your time playing with the other Matriarchs. Since that’s the case, I strongly suggest that you impress me with your performance. Remember, you exist for one reason and one reason alone, to carry out my will. I acknowledge your love for me Clarence. I am returning your love and rewarding your loyalty by presenting you with this opportunity. Alfred’s position is still vacant, and nothing goes on in your mind without my knowledge. Consider that when you’re tempted to betray me. And you WILL be tempted to betray me.”
I stood at the bottom of the stairs contemplating the thoughts Lavinia had just placed in my mind. I heard a man’s voice shout, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? WHERE’S THERESA?” The door to the attic swung open. The red-headed Duchess stood at the top of the stairs, naked and covered in blood. The man froze, his eyes widened, terror could be seen on his face, it could be smelled in the air.
Theresa barged into the kitchen. “Chris, I told to wait for me at…OH FUCK!!!” Theresa yelled as she gazed up at The Duchess. Chris stuttered, “Th-th-th-is i-is a s-s-scene right?” Theresa solemnly replied, “Yes Chris, it’s just a scene. We need to go.”
The Duchess descended the stairs, “Ah, you’re Chris, Theresa’s fiance and slave. I’ve been dying to meet you.” When The Duchess got to the bottom of the stairs, Theresa protectively stepped in front of Chris, “This isn’t necessary. Please! We’re leaving.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “What are you doing? Do you think that I want their house weak, or strong, prior to my takeover? Exploit the situation.”
I looked at The Duchess and asked, “Did you bring me to your house in order to expose me? This man is not a member of any house and he has just seen my face. My Matriarch finds this situation unacceptable and demands an immediate resolution.”
Theresa yelled, “You shut your fucking mouth! It isn’t your place to make decisions here.”
The Duchess interrupted, “Theresa, the decision has already been made. Do you want to be the one to do it?”
Theresa pleaded, “No! No! Please Duchess! I love this man! Okay? I can’t let you do this. I won’t!” Chris cried out, “Theresa! What’s happening here? Who are these people? I don’t like this Theresa! I don’t feel safe!”
I proclaimed, “Duchess, my Matriarch wants to know if this is how you normally handle your affairs in this house. She is concerned that you have a member of your house who is marrying an outsider, and who is allowing her romantic interests to take priority over proper procedure. Duchess, with all due respect, I would remind you that this is a time of war. All the other houses are watching us, analyzing how we handle this situation. My Matriarch’s position is that this is not a time that we can afford to show weakness.”
Antigone descended the stairs followed by the twins. Lavinia’s voice said, “Theresa is the only voice of wisdom and reason that they have in that house. She brings balance to their table. I want them off-balance. Eliminate her.”
I leaned toward The Duchess and whispered, “You’re on the path to becoming one of the most feared and respected Matriarch’s. That is within your reach. Something like this could ruin your reputation forever.”
In one quick and fluid motion, The Duchess turned, reached into Antigone’s back pocket, pulled out a small pistol and shot Theresa in the eye. Theresa collapsed where she stood. Chris screamed, dropped to his knees and hugged the lifeless body of his fallen Mistress. He looked up at The Duchess with tear-filled eyes. The Duchess coldly stated, “I was gonna give you a quick death. I just had to kill my best friend because of you. Now I’m not gonna kill you. You’re a slave right? Well I know the perfect Mistress for you.” The Duchess turned to me, “I’m bringing him to Lavinia. I understand that her beloved Alfred met with an untimely end. I’m hoping your Matriarch will find Chris to be an acceptable replacement for Alfred.”
I nodded my head.
The Duchess placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Ask her to make sure he suffers as much as Alfred, and for just as many years. Tell her that I’ll consider it a favor.”
I replied, “It will be as you wish Duchess. I’ll see to it personally.
I exited the room leaving the screams and brutality behind me. As I descended the stairs, the image of Lavinia filled my mind. She sat behind her desk wearing a raven black Victorian-style gown; her disfigured face concealed by the black wooden mask with a red stripe down the middle. Her black hair was twisted up in a bun with a long, shiny steel hairpin protruding from either side. Black Sally stood to the right of Lavinia’s desk. She wore a black turtleneck sweater under a black leather jacket; she wore a long, black skirt and black leather boots. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, a German Shepherd sat panting at her side. To Lavinia’s left stood Damijana, The Gothic Girl was dressed identical to Sally. She clenched the handle of her bloodstained machete in her right hand.
Lavinia’s voice said, “The Duchess considers manipulation to be a sacred art. You must learn to deal with people like her. She doesn’t just tell outright lies. She makes a person question their own ability to distinguish between truth and fallacy. Her strategy is to confuse, not to convince. You cannot assume that everything she says is a lie. In fact, most of what she tells you will be the truth. As you get to know her, she will seem to be full of contradictions. She’s not. People who appear to be full of contradictions either don’t know themselves, or they are concealing themselves. The Duchess, of course, falls in the latter category. There is nothing complex or contradictory about her. She is solely motivated by her own self-interest and she is ruled by her ego. Appear to become an advocate of her ego, and she’ll consider you an indispensable ally. That’s what I want.
“I want her to put you on a collar and leash. Then you will be collar and leash which I place on her. She will then become another instrument for me to use to carry out my will. Allow yourself to fall under her spell. Become an advocate of her ego. I want you in her heart.
“Keep this in mind, Lilith is locked in the box; Octavia is still taped up in the fetal position. That’s what your peers are doing while you’re out honeymooning with The Duchess. There are many Matriarch’s whose houses I intend to infiltrate, manipulate and takeover. Would you like to continue to assist me in that endeavor? Or would you rather return to the box?”
I thought, “I don’t want the box.”
“Of course you don’t. You’d much rather spend your time playing with the other Matriarchs. Since that’s the case, I strongly suggest that you impress me with your performance. Remember, you exist for one reason and one reason alone, to carry out my will. I acknowledge your love for me Clarence. I am returning your love and rewarding your loyalty by presenting you with this opportunity. Alfred’s position is still vacant, and nothing goes on in your mind without my knowledge. Consider that when you’re tempted to betray me. And you WILL be tempted to betray me.”
I stood at the bottom of the stairs contemplating the thoughts Lavinia had just placed in my mind. I heard a man’s voice shout, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? WHERE’S THERESA?” The door to the attic swung open. The red-headed Duchess stood at the top of the stairs, naked and covered in blood. The man froze, his eyes widened, terror could be seen on his face, it could be smelled in the air.
Theresa barged into the kitchen. “Chris, I told to wait for me at…OH FUCK!!!” Theresa yelled as she gazed up at The Duchess. Chris stuttered, “Th-th-th-is i-is a s-s-scene right?” Theresa solemnly replied, “Yes Chris, it’s just a scene. We need to go.”
The Duchess descended the stairs, “Ah, you’re Chris, Theresa’s fiance and slave. I’ve been dying to meet you.” When The Duchess got to the bottom of the stairs, Theresa protectively stepped in front of Chris, “This isn’t necessary. Please! We’re leaving.”
Lavinia’s voice came into my mind, “What are you doing? Do you think that I want their house weak, or strong, prior to my takeover? Exploit the situation.”
I looked at The Duchess and asked, “Did you bring me to your house in order to expose me? This man is not a member of any house and he has just seen my face. My Matriarch finds this situation unacceptable and demands an immediate resolution.”
Theresa yelled, “You shut your fucking mouth! It isn’t your place to make decisions here.”
The Duchess interrupted, “Theresa, the decision has already been made. Do you want to be the one to do it?”
Theresa pleaded, “No! No! Please Duchess! I love this man! Okay? I can’t let you do this. I won’t!” Chris cried out, “Theresa! What’s happening here? Who are these people? I don’t like this Theresa! I don’t feel safe!”
I proclaimed, “Duchess, my Matriarch wants to know if this is how you normally handle your affairs in this house. She is concerned that you have a member of your house who is marrying an outsider, and who is allowing her romantic interests to take priority over proper procedure. Duchess, with all due respect, I would remind you that this is a time of war. All the other houses are watching us, analyzing how we handle this situation. My Matriarch’s position is that this is not a time that we can afford to show weakness.”
Antigone descended the stairs followed by the twins. Lavinia’s voice said, “Theresa is the only voice of wisdom and reason that they have in that house. She brings balance to their table. I want them off-balance. Eliminate her.”
I leaned toward The Duchess and whispered, “You’re on the path to becoming one of the most feared and respected Matriarch’s. That is within your reach. Something like this could ruin your reputation forever.”
In one quick and fluid motion, The Duchess turned, reached into Antigone’s back pocket, pulled out a small pistol and shot Theresa in the eye. Theresa collapsed where she stood. Chris screamed, dropped to his knees and hugged the lifeless body of his fallen Mistress. He looked up at The Duchess with tear-filled eyes. The Duchess coldly stated, “I was gonna give you a quick death. I just had to kill my best friend because of you. Now I’m not gonna kill you. You’re a slave right? Well I know the perfect Mistress for you.” The Duchess turned to me, “I’m bringing him to Lavinia. I understand that her beloved Alfred met with an untimely end. I’m hoping your Matriarch will find Chris to be an acceptable replacement for Alfred.”
I nodded my head.
The Duchess placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “Ask her to make sure he suffers as much as Alfred, and for just as many years. Tell her that I’ll consider it a favor.”
I replied, “It will be as you wish Duchess. I’ll see to it personally.
The Lioness and the Black Widow 2
I followed The Duchess up to the attic. The twins had one of the men on the cross, the other was laid naked, face-up and spread-eagle on the floor; his wrists and ankles were tied to steel loops bolted into the floor. The Duchess went to a large standing cabinet and began rummaging through it. She pulled out a riding crop and slammed the cabinet doors shut. The twins backed up toward the wall. The Duchess pointed the riding crop at the man tied to the floor, “You have been a very bad boy. You’re not just a rapist, you’re not just a kidnapper. You deliver women to a man who uses technology and drugs to turn them into vegetables. He sells their bodies until their bodies break down, then he calls you to come strangle them and dump them. Is that right?” She reached down, pulled the tape off the man’s mouth and removed the gag.
The man replied, “Please listen to me. Okay? Just please listen. The Great Sathanas doesn’t want to fight you people. He’s going to offer you one million dollars if you just let it go. He wants peace.” The Duchess looked at me, “Did you hear that Clarence? The Great Sathanas is going to offer your Matriarch a million dollars to just leave him alone.”
The man on the floor added, “Yeah, it’s true. He’s sending someone tonight to make the offer. He’s already got the cash in a bag and everything. I saw it. Please believe, you don’t have to do this. Our boss wants peace.”
The Duchess laughed, “Your boss wants peace, huh?” She looked over at the twins, “Have you two heard about Clarence’s Matriarch?” The twins nodded their heads. The Duchess’ eyes fell on me. She continued, “When Lavinia was Second-Chair, the old Matriarch of his house told her that she had to step down from her position. Lavinia replied with something along the lines of, ‘Fuck that, I’ll prove my seat’. The old Matriarch gives her a way out. She gives her the chance to move one seat down and sit on the right of her sister. She would have stayed on the path to ascension, she just would have had to wait a little longer. What does Lavinia do? She refuses to step down and insists on proving her seat. Keep in mind, nobody ‘proves’ their seat anymore. That’s old school. The old Matriarch has her people tie Lavinia down, then she chops off all her toes, pulverizes her shins, drills holes in her kneecaps, slices off one of her breasts and smashes her face in with a meat mallet.” The man on the St. Andrew’s cross began to let out muffled sobs, tears flowed from his eyes.
The Duchess continued, “The entire time Lavinia is being fucked up, she could have stopped the torture at any time with a simple ‘I quit’.” The twins stared at The Duchess wide-eyed. The twin on the right proclaimed, “Now that is a down ass bitch.” The Duchess circled the man on the floor. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s true. She gave up her legs, her breast and her pretty face over a principle. This is the woman who your boss plans to buy off.”
She straddled the man’s chest and sat down, “Then, she kills a bunch of your bosses guys. What does your boss do? He asks Lavinia, ASKS, her to pay him five-thousand measly dollars. He was just asking for a small gesture on Lavinia’s part to cover up the offence. That way he could say to his peers, ‘Yeah, she killed my people but I addressed that issue and she compensated me for it.’ That’s all he wanted and none of this would have been necessary. But Lavinia didn’t respond the way he anticipated. He doesn’t understand the way a woman like her thinks. She tells him that she isn’t going to pay him shit, that he’s a punk who can’t do anything about it. How do you think she’s going to respond to your boss’s offer to pay her a million dollars to just leave him alone?”
The man on the floor didn’t respond. He just laid there in his sweat smelling of fear. The Duchess gently tapped the man’s chest with the riding crop. Then she threw the riding crop to the side and reached her hand out. The twin on the left stepped forward and handed her a long shiny ice pick. She looked down at the man, “What? Did you think I was going to beat you with that little black thing? I come from the school of street torture, just like you. I’m more of a ice pick and blowtorch type of girl.”
The door opened and a tall, thin dark-skinned woman entered. She wore a blue Dickies suit and dark sunglasses. Her hair was straightened and cut short. As soon as she entered, it was if there was a dramatic change in the air pressure. Aggression and anger emanated from the woman to such a high degree, it seemed to effect the air around her. It was like the heat that can be seen rising from the asphalt on a hot afternoon. The Duchess looked over her shoulder at the woman, “Antigone, I’m glad you could make it.”
Antigone slowly unbuttoned her starched work shirt and asked, “Are these the punks that killed that family?” The Duchess smiled and nodded her head. Antigone took off her shirt. She wore nothing but a black training bra underneath. Her stomach was muscular. Her upper body was covered in tattoos. Antigone kneeled down, lifted her left pant leg and pulled a foot long length of pipe from her boot. She looked around the room and said, “Y’all doing that nice guy shit up in here, huh?” The Duchess rose to her feet, stepped away from the man and motioned toward him.
Antigone walked over to the man, placed a knee in the center of his chest and began hitting the man in the mouth with the piece of pipe. The Duchess pulled off her sweat suit and shouted out in glee, “Oh fuck yeah! You know I like this kind of party!” I couldn’t take my eyes off red-headed Duchess as she stood wearing nothing but blood-red lace panties. She pulled a strap-on from cabinet. She stared me in the eyes and gave me devious grin as she put it on, “Are you gonna get in on some of that bloody face hole Clarence?” I shook my head. The Duchess laughed and derided me, “Fucking pussy!”
After Antigone smashed out the majority of the man’s teeth with the piece of pipe, The Duchess laid over the man, her hips above his head and shoved the strap-on in his mouth. She face-fucked the man so hard, the floor vibrated from the back of man’s head being slammed against it. Antigone picked up the ice pick and worked on man’s feet. She inserted the steel tip of the pick under the man’s toenails, she pierced the flesh between his toes. After she did that for several minutes, she stabbed the man over and over and over in the soles of his feet, burying the ice pick all the way up to hilt.
I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, in shock, having a seizure or just convulsing from the pain. I watched The Duchess’ ass pump in and out as she savagely fucked the man’s head. The broken pieces of teeth sounded like small pebbles hitting the floor. Antigone looked at the twins, “Turn on the hot plate and heat up a pot of water.”
The twin on the right went to a small dresser that stood against the wall, pulled out an old hot plate from the drawer, placed it on top the dresser and plugged it in. Then she left the room to get a pot of water. The Duchess stood up. My eyes wandered from her curly red head hair, to her medium-sized firm breasts with small, pink nipples, to her muscular but slender thighs, to the strap-on dripping blood in large drops on the man’s chest. She caught me staring at her; she grinned and winked at me.
The man on the floor lost consciousness. Antigone kicked him the testicles and yelled, “Wake up punk!” The Duchess removed the bloody strap-on and dropped it on the floor by the man’s head. She knelt down, jammed her fingers in his mouth and pulled his tongue taut. Antigone knelt down beside her with the ice-pick. The sharp steel tip of the pick penetrated the underside of the man’s tongue. He woke up grunting and twitching. Antigone pierced the man’s tongue with the ice pick and left it stuck in his tongue, so that the man was unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth.
The Duchess looked to the man bound to the cross and shot him one of her smiles. She said, “I know what you’re waiting to see. You want to see us go to work on your partner’s dick and balls, right? Ha, ha, ha. You’re like, ‘Hell yeah, I want to see these bitches work that cock’ huh?” The Duchess went back to the cabinet. She pulled out what appeared to be a small brown notebook, then she knelt down next to the man on the floor. I wondered if I had become desensitized as I paid little attention to the man’s suffering. I was too busy watching The Duchess ass in the blood red panties. My desire was like a fire raging inside me. I wanted to go grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her right next to the man as he was being tortured. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. The twin returned with the water an placed it on the hot plate.
The Duchess opened the small brown package and pulled out a piece of sandpaper. She grabbed the man’s dick in her left hand, and began grinding the flesh away with her right. A high-pitched, eerie screech came out the man’s throat. He wriggled around in his restraints. Antigone slammed the steel-toe of her boot into his ribs. The bones sounded like branches being snapped. Meanwhile, The Duchess removed every speck of flesh from the man’s penis. She called out to the twin standing by the hot plate, “Pass the salt please!” The twin pulled a salt container from one of the drawers and tossed it to the Duchess. The man’s body went stiff and he convulsed. Blood and spit drained from the sides of his battered mouth, as The Duchess coated his skinless red penis with salt. The man jerked his head back and forth, prompting Antigone to grab the handle of the ice-pick and shout, “BE STILL!” The man struggled to stop himself from convulsing. A foul odor filled the room. The Duchess pointed at the man bound to the cross, “Antigone, look! That punk just shit himself!”
Antigone stared at the man through her dark sunglasses and shook her head in disgust. She declared, “I’m gonna make you eat every last bit of that shit too!” The man on the cross looked at the dark sunglasses and dark face staring at him, his eyes glazed over and he feinted.
The twin by the hot plate said, “The water’s boiling.” The Duchess replied, “It needs to come to a rolling boil sweetheart. Give it another minute.”
Antigone walked up to the man hanging limp from the cross, smacked him across the face and screamed “Wake the fuck up bitch!” When came to, he instantly began screaming and crying. Antigone bent down, scooped up a handful of the man’s feces and shoved it in his mouth. The man’s screams were replaced with retching and vomiting. Antigone went to the hot plate, grabbed the pot of hot water and stood over the man on the floor. She looked at man on the cross and said, “Watch how I make your friend’s body jerk.” Then she poured the boiling water over the man’s face, chest and stomach.
The man on the cross began pleading between sobs, “Pleeasse! Pleeasse!” Antigone dropped the pot and snatched up her piece of pipe. She went to the man on the cross and bashed him across the face with it, smashing his jaw. Then she went back to the man on the floor and shattered his kneecaps with the piece of pipe. The Duchess sat down on the floor and laid back against the man. I gasped as I watched her naked flesh touch his. She laid facing the man on the cross. She spread her legs, reached into her lace panties and began fingering her clit, gyrating her hips as she did it. My balls began to ache. I clenched my fists tight and bit my lip. The Duchess turned her head toward me. She closed her eyes and smiled.
Antigone dropped the piece of pipe and licked her thick lips as watched the The Duchess. She crawled between The Duchess’ legs, grabbed onto her red lace panties and jerked them off. The Duchess took in a deep breath and moaned. Antigone buried her face in The Duchess’ pussy. She licked and sucked on the Duchess’ clit as she finger-fucked her. I saw The Duchess face turn deep red as she pinched her hardened nipples. Her breathing became deeper, the moans louder; her eyes rolled around in her head. Then she looked directly at me and said, “Help me cum! Make the man underneath me scream.” As I approached the man, my eye’s never left The Duchess. I was so entranced by her, I almost tripped over the man’s head. I pulled the ice pick out of his tongue, then I knelt between his legs; inches away from The Duchess. I sunk the steel tip of the ice pick into the man’s left testicle. He shrieked and jerked around. The Duchess screamed, “MORE!” I pulled out the ice-pick and penetrated the right testicle. The Duchess yelled, “YES! YES! YES! DON’T STOP CLARENCE!”
I pulled the ice pick out and shoved it back in his left testicle. The Duchess commanded, “Now cut his dick and balls off, then shove them in the other one’s mouth.” One of the twins appeared by my side. She held out a knife. I obeyed The Duchess’ command. When I shoved the bleeding wad of tortured genitals into the man’s mouth, I was startled by the high-pitched primal scream that came out The Duchess’ mouth. She came. The she laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I asked the twins if they had a cigarette. The twin on the right tossed me pack. I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between my lips and asked for light. After I lit the cigarette, I knelt down by The Duchess. My hand trembled as I placed the filter of the cigarette between her full red lips. She took a long, deep drag then took the cigarette between fingers and pulled it away from her mouth. She looked me in eyes and said, "Now cut open his stomach."
The man replied, “Please listen to me. Okay? Just please listen. The Great Sathanas doesn’t want to fight you people. He’s going to offer you one million dollars if you just let it go. He wants peace.” The Duchess looked at me, “Did you hear that Clarence? The Great Sathanas is going to offer your Matriarch a million dollars to just leave him alone.”
The man on the floor added, “Yeah, it’s true. He’s sending someone tonight to make the offer. He’s already got the cash in a bag and everything. I saw it. Please believe, you don’t have to do this. Our boss wants peace.”
The Duchess laughed, “Your boss wants peace, huh?” She looked over at the twins, “Have you two heard about Clarence’s Matriarch?” The twins nodded their heads. The Duchess’ eyes fell on me. She continued, “When Lavinia was Second-Chair, the old Matriarch of his house told her that she had to step down from her position. Lavinia replied with something along the lines of, ‘Fuck that, I’ll prove my seat’. The old Matriarch gives her a way out. She gives her the chance to move one seat down and sit on the right of her sister. She would have stayed on the path to ascension, she just would have had to wait a little longer. What does Lavinia do? She refuses to step down and insists on proving her seat. Keep in mind, nobody ‘proves’ their seat anymore. That’s old school. The old Matriarch has her people tie Lavinia down, then she chops off all her toes, pulverizes her shins, drills holes in her kneecaps, slices off one of her breasts and smashes her face in with a meat mallet.” The man on the St. Andrew’s cross began to let out muffled sobs, tears flowed from his eyes.
The Duchess continued, “The entire time Lavinia is being fucked up, she could have stopped the torture at any time with a simple ‘I quit’.” The twins stared at The Duchess wide-eyed. The twin on the right proclaimed, “Now that is a down ass bitch.” The Duchess circled the man on the floor. She nodded her head in agreement and said, “That’s true. She gave up her legs, her breast and her pretty face over a principle. This is the woman who your boss plans to buy off.”
She straddled the man’s chest and sat down, “Then, she kills a bunch of your bosses guys. What does your boss do? He asks Lavinia, ASKS, her to pay him five-thousand measly dollars. He was just asking for a small gesture on Lavinia’s part to cover up the offence. That way he could say to his peers, ‘Yeah, she killed my people but I addressed that issue and she compensated me for it.’ That’s all he wanted and none of this would have been necessary. But Lavinia didn’t respond the way he anticipated. He doesn’t understand the way a woman like her thinks. She tells him that she isn’t going to pay him shit, that he’s a punk who can’t do anything about it. How do you think she’s going to respond to your boss’s offer to pay her a million dollars to just leave him alone?”
The man on the floor didn’t respond. He just laid there in his sweat smelling of fear. The Duchess gently tapped the man’s chest with the riding crop. Then she threw the riding crop to the side and reached her hand out. The twin on the left stepped forward and handed her a long shiny ice pick. She looked down at the man, “What? Did you think I was going to beat you with that little black thing? I come from the school of street torture, just like you. I’m more of a ice pick and blowtorch type of girl.”
The door opened and a tall, thin dark-skinned woman entered. She wore a blue Dickies suit and dark sunglasses. Her hair was straightened and cut short. As soon as she entered, it was if there was a dramatic change in the air pressure. Aggression and anger emanated from the woman to such a high degree, it seemed to effect the air around her. It was like the heat that can be seen rising from the asphalt on a hot afternoon. The Duchess looked over her shoulder at the woman, “Antigone, I’m glad you could make it.”
Antigone slowly unbuttoned her starched work shirt and asked, “Are these the punks that killed that family?” The Duchess smiled and nodded her head. Antigone took off her shirt. She wore nothing but a black training bra underneath. Her stomach was muscular. Her upper body was covered in tattoos. Antigone kneeled down, lifted her left pant leg and pulled a foot long length of pipe from her boot. She looked around the room and said, “Y’all doing that nice guy shit up in here, huh?” The Duchess rose to her feet, stepped away from the man and motioned toward him.
Antigone walked over to the man, placed a knee in the center of his chest and began hitting the man in the mouth with the piece of pipe. The Duchess pulled off her sweat suit and shouted out in glee, “Oh fuck yeah! You know I like this kind of party!” I couldn’t take my eyes off red-headed Duchess as she stood wearing nothing but blood-red lace panties. She pulled a strap-on from cabinet. She stared me in the eyes and gave me devious grin as she put it on, “Are you gonna get in on some of that bloody face hole Clarence?” I shook my head. The Duchess laughed and derided me, “Fucking pussy!”
After Antigone smashed out the majority of the man’s teeth with the piece of pipe, The Duchess laid over the man, her hips above his head and shoved the strap-on in his mouth. She face-fucked the man so hard, the floor vibrated from the back of man’s head being slammed against it. Antigone picked up the ice pick and worked on man’s feet. She inserted the steel tip of the pick under the man’s toenails, she pierced the flesh between his toes. After she did that for several minutes, she stabbed the man over and over and over in the soles of his feet, burying the ice pick all the way up to hilt.
I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, in shock, having a seizure or just convulsing from the pain. I watched The Duchess’ ass pump in and out as she savagely fucked the man’s head. The broken pieces of teeth sounded like small pebbles hitting the floor. Antigone looked at the twins, “Turn on the hot plate and heat up a pot of water.”
The twin on the right went to a small dresser that stood against the wall, pulled out an old hot plate from the drawer, placed it on top the dresser and plugged it in. Then she left the room to get a pot of water. The Duchess stood up. My eyes wandered from her curly red head hair, to her medium-sized firm breasts with small, pink nipples, to her muscular but slender thighs, to the strap-on dripping blood in large drops on the man’s chest. She caught me staring at her; she grinned and winked at me.
The man on the floor lost consciousness. Antigone kicked him the testicles and yelled, “Wake up punk!” The Duchess removed the bloody strap-on and dropped it on the floor by the man’s head. She knelt down, jammed her fingers in his mouth and pulled his tongue taut. Antigone knelt down beside her with the ice-pick. The sharp steel tip of the pick penetrated the underside of the man’s tongue. He woke up grunting and twitching. Antigone pierced the man’s tongue with the ice pick and left it stuck in his tongue, so that the man was unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth.
The Duchess looked to the man bound to the cross and shot him one of her smiles. She said, “I know what you’re waiting to see. You want to see us go to work on your partner’s dick and balls, right? Ha, ha, ha. You’re like, ‘Hell yeah, I want to see these bitches work that cock’ huh?” The Duchess went back to the cabinet. She pulled out what appeared to be a small brown notebook, then she knelt down next to the man on the floor. I wondered if I had become desensitized as I paid little attention to the man’s suffering. I was too busy watching The Duchess ass in the blood red panties. My desire was like a fire raging inside me. I wanted to go grab her, throw her on the floor and fuck her right next to the man as he was being tortured. My cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. The twin returned with the water an placed it on the hot plate.
The Duchess opened the small brown package and pulled out a piece of sandpaper. She grabbed the man’s dick in her left hand, and began grinding the flesh away with her right. A high-pitched, eerie screech came out the man’s throat. He wriggled around in his restraints. Antigone slammed the steel-toe of her boot into his ribs. The bones sounded like branches being snapped. Meanwhile, The Duchess removed every speck of flesh from the man’s penis. She called out to the twin standing by the hot plate, “Pass the salt please!” The twin pulled a salt container from one of the drawers and tossed it to the Duchess. The man’s body went stiff and he convulsed. Blood and spit drained from the sides of his battered mouth, as The Duchess coated his skinless red penis with salt. The man jerked his head back and forth, prompting Antigone to grab the handle of the ice-pick and shout, “BE STILL!” The man struggled to stop himself from convulsing. A foul odor filled the room. The Duchess pointed at the man bound to the cross, “Antigone, look! That punk just shit himself!”
Antigone stared at the man through her dark sunglasses and shook her head in disgust. She declared, “I’m gonna make you eat every last bit of that shit too!” The man on the cross looked at the dark sunglasses and dark face staring at him, his eyes glazed over and he feinted.
The twin by the hot plate said, “The water’s boiling.” The Duchess replied, “It needs to come to a rolling boil sweetheart. Give it another minute.”
Antigone walked up to the man hanging limp from the cross, smacked him across the face and screamed “Wake the fuck up bitch!” When came to, he instantly began screaming and crying. Antigone bent down, scooped up a handful of the man’s feces and shoved it in his mouth. The man’s screams were replaced with retching and vomiting. Antigone went to the hot plate, grabbed the pot of hot water and stood over the man on the floor. She looked at man on the cross and said, “Watch how I make your friend’s body jerk.” Then she poured the boiling water over the man’s face, chest and stomach.
The man on the cross began pleading between sobs, “Pleeasse! Pleeasse!” Antigone dropped the pot and snatched up her piece of pipe. She went to the man on the cross and bashed him across the face with it, smashing his jaw. Then she went back to the man on the floor and shattered his kneecaps with the piece of pipe. The Duchess sat down on the floor and laid back against the man. I gasped as I watched her naked flesh touch his. She laid facing the man on the cross. She spread her legs, reached into her lace panties and began fingering her clit, gyrating her hips as she did it. My balls began to ache. I clenched my fists tight and bit my lip. The Duchess turned her head toward me. She closed her eyes and smiled.
Antigone dropped the piece of pipe and licked her thick lips as watched the The Duchess. She crawled between The Duchess’ legs, grabbed onto her red lace panties and jerked them off. The Duchess took in a deep breath and moaned. Antigone buried her face in The Duchess’ pussy. She licked and sucked on the Duchess’ clit as she finger-fucked her. I saw The Duchess face turn deep red as she pinched her hardened nipples. Her breathing became deeper, the moans louder; her eyes rolled around in her head. Then she looked directly at me and said, “Help me cum! Make the man underneath me scream.” As I approached the man, my eye’s never left The Duchess. I was so entranced by her, I almost tripped over the man’s head. I pulled the ice pick out of his tongue, then I knelt between his legs; inches away from The Duchess. I sunk the steel tip of the ice pick into the man’s left testicle. He shrieked and jerked around. The Duchess screamed, “MORE!” I pulled out the ice-pick and penetrated the right testicle. The Duchess yelled, “YES! YES! YES! DON’T STOP CLARENCE!”
I pulled the ice pick out and shoved it back in his left testicle. The Duchess commanded, “Now cut his dick and balls off, then shove them in the other one’s mouth.” One of the twins appeared by my side. She held out a knife. I obeyed The Duchess’ command. When I shoved the bleeding wad of tortured genitals into the man’s mouth, I was startled by the high-pitched primal scream that came out The Duchess’ mouth. She came. The she laid there for several minutes, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I asked the twins if they had a cigarette. The twin on the right tossed me pack. I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between my lips and asked for light. After I lit the cigarette, I knelt down by The Duchess. My hand trembled as I placed the filter of the cigarette between her full red lips. She took a long, deep drag then took the cigarette between fingers and pulled it away from her mouth. She looked me in eyes and said, "Now cut open his stomach."
The Lioness and the Black Widow 1
As I rode shotgun with The Duchess at the wheel, “THUMP!” “THUMP!” “THUMP!” came from the trunk. The Duchess turned up the music, the bass thundered through the Lincoln drowning out the pounding and scraping sounds that were emanating from the trunk. She looked at me, smiled, then yelled over the music, “Do think their fucking back there?” Then she laughed maniacally and let out a victorious high-pitched scream at the top of her lungs.
The twins followed behind us in the Cutlass. The resurrected Roger rode in the trunk. We stopped in front of a large two-story white house in a clean, upper-middle-class neighborhood. We pulled the two men from the trunk and hurried them to the front door, the four of us huddled around them. Roger was left in the trunk of the Cutlass. He remained still and silent.
An older woman answered the door. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before The Duchess barged in with all of us following close behind. The woman slammed the door and whispered furiously, “All of you! In the kitchen now!” We followed The Duchess down a long hall, the voices of several people could be heard coming from one of the rooms on the right. The woman rushed us past the occupied room, through a swinging door and into a large, immaculate kitchen.
In all the adrenaline and movement, I hadn’t paid much attention to the older woman’s appearance. She looked to be in her mid-40’s, her hair was dyed black and hung to the middle of her back. She wore a black corset, a long black skirt and black leather boots with heels. The woman took a deep breath as she looked around at all of us. Her face continued to redden as she tried to calm herself down and maintain her composure. Finally, she tossed concern for the maintenance of her composure to the side and yelled while flailing her arms, “OH JE-SUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!! WHY?!?!? Why are you doing this to me Duchess?”
The Duchess said, “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to use your attic for a little while.”
The woman replied, “I have guests right now.”
“Go tend to your guests. We’ll be quiet.”
The woman stared at The Duchess wide-eyed, “Whatever it is you plan to do, and DO NOT tell me what that is, you cannot do it here! NO! Do you understand? Why the hell do you need my attic anyway?”
“I like way the sun comes through the little window and strikes the hardwood floors at the foot of the St. Andrew’s cross. It’s very poetic, the atmosphere gives me a sense of serenity. It’s chaotic times Theresa, and I need all the serenity I can get.”
“That’s great. Now that I know that psychopath’s have little inspirational moments too, maybe we can move on to the matter at hand. YOU ALL NEED TO LEAVE!”
The Duchess shook her head, opened the fridge and browsed through it’s contents. She removed a package of steaks and tossed them on the counter. “We’re not leaving until we’re done. Go tend to your guests.”
“Do you understand that I cannot have any illegal activity…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You mean like all that dope we set you up with? Illegal activity like that? You should keep your feet out the gutter if you don’t want to shit on your shoes.”
A large woman with a crew-cut entered the kitchen. She was dressed like construction worker and built like a wrestler. She looked at the two men standing cuffed with gags taped in their mouths. Then she looked at Theresa and smiled. Theresa glared at the woman and ordered through clenched teeth, “The get-together is cancelled. Everyone needs to leave NOW!!!” The woman nodded her head and quickly left the room.
Footsteps and voices echoed in the hall as the guests left. Theresa sat down at the kitchen table, pulled up her skirt up to her knees and unzipped her boots, “I ask for just one small phase of pretend normalcy; just a short vacation from the absolute fucking insanity that has been my life since I met you.” She glared at The Duchess as she flung her boots to the side. Theresa rose to her feet in just her stockings, she only stood at about 4 ‘11. The twins snickered and Theresa shot them a contemptuous look, “That’s great. Real grown-up.”
The twin on the right replied, “Damn! You’re always uptight. Didn’t you already do the menopause thing?” The other twin burst out laughing.
Theresa narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, “You two couldn’t spell menopause between you if I gave you an 24-hours to do it, a dictionary and a computer.” The two men stood trembling and sweating as the women bickered back and forth. Theresa pointed at me, “Who’s this guy?”
The Duchess replied, “He’s from the Kastelic’s.”
“Why is he here?”
“He’s my guest.”
Theresa shook her head, “Oh hell no. We’re not going down this road. Send him back.”
“I’m not sending him back till his Matriarch makes good on her promise.”
Theresa looked me in the eyes and said, “You know that’s not why you have him with you.” Theresa looked me up and down, “He’s a mercenary. Send him back.”
“He’s not a mercenary and I’m not sending him anywhere.”
Theresa turned toward The Duchess, “If he wasn’t a mercenary, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You wouldn‘t have an interest in him if you didn’t intend to use him, and you cannot use him unless you take him. You can‘t take him if he‘s loyal to his Matriarch, now can you? If he is up for grabs like that, he‘s a mercenary and a liability.”
“A liability, yes; a mercenary, no. This is beyond your understanding. It’s a Matriarch-thing.”
Theresa stared at The Duchess shaking her head in disbelief. She threw her hands, “Fuck it! It’s your decision anyway, right? Don’t you think that the Second-Chair should spend some time with him before we allow him to get too comfortable?” A chill went over me and goose bumps raised on my skin when I heard “Second-Chair”. I remembered the role “Second-Chair” played in the other house, when Lavinia held that position and later, when Damijana and Sally shared it. I knew that I definitely did not want to spend time with the woman who held the position of “Second-Chair”.
The Duchess asked, “Where is she anyway? I told her that I wanted her around today.”
Theresa responded, “I have no idea. I told her not to be here because I was planning to have normal fucking people over for once. She stayed away.”
“Go with the twins and take these two upstairs.”
“Look, you can’t kill these guys here. Chris comes home in a few hours.”
“Who the fuck is Chris?”
“I told you about him, he’s my fiance.”
“You said you had a slave. You didn’t say anything about a fiance. What the hell are you doing over here? Do you think you’re Betty-Fucking-Crocker or something?”
“He is my slave and he is my fiancee. You don’t understand…”
“I don’t want to understand. Go get some clothes, your purse and go meet your fiance wherever he is, and take him on a vacation somewhere. We are using this house for a few days.”
“Bullshit! You can’t just flush my whole life down…”
“If your fiancee comes home while we’re here…I’m killing him. If you don’t want that to happen, get your shit and go.” Theresa grabbed her boots from the floor and stormed out the room. The Duchess pulled out a frying pan and opened the package of steaks. The meat sizzled when she placed it in the pan. She looked at the two men and said, “I wonder how long I will have to starve you, before the sound of your own flesh sizzling this pan arouses hunger and causes your mouth to water.” She called out to the twins, “Girls, take those two up to the attic.”
After the twins left, I asked, “Who sits Second-Chair?”
“I’m impressed. That’s a good first question to ask when you become involved with a house like ours. Her name is Antigone. You’ll meet her before the day is over. And you will be spending some time with her in the near future. She needs a good grindstone to sharpen herself against.”
“I would prefer not to…”
“Fuck what you prefer. Let me explain something to you. Anyone who has ‘it’ will rule over you completely, for as long as they have you engaged. You have as much choice in the matter as you do over your skin color or who your parents were. This is why Theresa called you a mercenary. She’s wrong, because that would mean you have choice. You have no control over who the Goddess sends you to. You have a function and you will fulfill that function. I don’t have to threaten you. I don’t have to read your mind. If I command you to do something, you’ll do it as sure it rains.”
She gave me a challenging smile. “Am I wrong? No, I am not.” She went to a cub-board, got out a cup, pointed to a chair and said, “Wait there.” She exited the room and came back a few moments later. She set the cup down in front of me and said, “So, they had to hold you down to pour urine down your throat, huh? I heard that the thought of drinking someone else’s urine horrifies you. Is that true?” She pushed the cup toward me, “That’s my piss in the cup. I want you to drink it, for me, all of it.”
I looked at cup and fought the urge to vomit. I lowered my head and shut my eyes tight. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I wouldn’t do it. As I thought about my refusal, my hand went to the table and grabbed the cup. The Duchess said, “You’re gonna drink it anyway. You may as well sit up straight and have a little fucking dignity about it.”
I sat up straight, gripped the cup, raised it to my lips and drank. I slammed the cup on the counter when I was finished and wiped my lips. The Duchess looked at me, her eyes showed delight. She said, “The Goddess acknowledges my strength of will and I have Her blessings as a Keeper of Her Altar. That is why I have control over you. Later, you will encounter other women, from other houses; they will seek the same blessings and acknowledgement. If they can’t take ‘it’ as quickly and easily as I just did; then they are an imposter and you won’t give them a fucking thing. Got it?”
I nodded my head.
“Good. It’s time to play with our friends upstairs. I love it when I have multiple people to torture. It means that I can make person a sit and watch their peer suffer, and endure unbelievable amounts of pain and agony before it’s their turn. The terror and dread that person feels when he sees his friend being castrated, disemboweled and skinned alive a few feet in from him…I don’t know quite how to describe it. It just emanates from my victim filling me with this intense feeling of euphoria. It’s like…it’s like the first time I went to a ballet.”
The twins followed behind us in the Cutlass. The resurrected Roger rode in the trunk. We stopped in front of a large two-story white house in a clean, upper-middle-class neighborhood. We pulled the two men from the trunk and hurried them to the front door, the four of us huddled around them. Roger was left in the trunk of the Cutlass. He remained still and silent.
An older woman answered the door. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before The Duchess barged in with all of us following close behind. The woman slammed the door and whispered furiously, “All of you! In the kitchen now!” We followed The Duchess down a long hall, the voices of several people could be heard coming from one of the rooms on the right. The woman rushed us past the occupied room, through a swinging door and into a large, immaculate kitchen.
In all the adrenaline and movement, I hadn’t paid much attention to the older woman’s appearance. She looked to be in her mid-40’s, her hair was dyed black and hung to the middle of her back. She wore a black corset, a long black skirt and black leather boots with heels. The woman took a deep breath as she looked around at all of us. Her face continued to redden as she tried to calm herself down and maintain her composure. Finally, she tossed concern for the maintenance of her composure to the side and yelled while flailing her arms, “OH JE-SUS FUCK-ING CHRIST!!! WHY?!?!? Why are you doing this to me Duchess?”
The Duchess said, “Calm down. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to use your attic for a little while.”
The woman replied, “I have guests right now.”
“Go tend to your guests. We’ll be quiet.”
The woman stared at The Duchess wide-eyed, “Whatever it is you plan to do, and DO NOT tell me what that is, you cannot do it here! NO! Do you understand? Why the hell do you need my attic anyway?”
“I like way the sun comes through the little window and strikes the hardwood floors at the foot of the St. Andrew’s cross. It’s very poetic, the atmosphere gives me a sense of serenity. It’s chaotic times Theresa, and I need all the serenity I can get.”
“That’s great. Now that I know that psychopath’s have little inspirational moments too, maybe we can move on to the matter at hand. YOU ALL NEED TO LEAVE!”
The Duchess shook her head, opened the fridge and browsed through it’s contents. She removed a package of steaks and tossed them on the counter. “We’re not leaving until we’re done. Go tend to your guests.”
“Do you understand that I cannot have any illegal activity…”
The Duchess interrupted, “You mean like all that dope we set you up with? Illegal activity like that? You should keep your feet out the gutter if you don’t want to shit on your shoes.”
A large woman with a crew-cut entered the kitchen. She was dressed like construction worker and built like a wrestler. She looked at the two men standing cuffed with gags taped in their mouths. Then she looked at Theresa and smiled. Theresa glared at the woman and ordered through clenched teeth, “The get-together is cancelled. Everyone needs to leave NOW!!!” The woman nodded her head and quickly left the room.
Footsteps and voices echoed in the hall as the guests left. Theresa sat down at the kitchen table, pulled up her skirt up to her knees and unzipped her boots, “I ask for just one small phase of pretend normalcy; just a short vacation from the absolute fucking insanity that has been my life since I met you.” She glared at The Duchess as she flung her boots to the side. Theresa rose to her feet in just her stockings, she only stood at about 4 ‘11. The twins snickered and Theresa shot them a contemptuous look, “That’s great. Real grown-up.”
The twin on the right replied, “Damn! You’re always uptight. Didn’t you already do the menopause thing?” The other twin burst out laughing.
Theresa narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, “You two couldn’t spell menopause between you if I gave you an 24-hours to do it, a dictionary and a computer.” The two men stood trembling and sweating as the women bickered back and forth. Theresa pointed at me, “Who’s this guy?”
The Duchess replied, “He’s from the Kastelic’s.”
“Why is he here?”
“He’s my guest.”
Theresa shook her head, “Oh hell no. We’re not going down this road. Send him back.”
“I’m not sending him back till his Matriarch makes good on her promise.”
Theresa looked me in the eyes and said, “You know that’s not why you have him with you.” Theresa looked me up and down, “He’s a mercenary. Send him back.”
“He’s not a mercenary and I’m not sending him anywhere.”
Theresa turned toward The Duchess, “If he wasn’t a mercenary, we wouldn’t be having this discussion. You wouldn‘t have an interest in him if you didn’t intend to use him, and you cannot use him unless you take him. You can‘t take him if he‘s loyal to his Matriarch, now can you? If he is up for grabs like that, he‘s a mercenary and a liability.”
“A liability, yes; a mercenary, no. This is beyond your understanding. It’s a Matriarch-thing.”
Theresa stared at The Duchess shaking her head in disbelief. She threw her hands, “Fuck it! It’s your decision anyway, right? Don’t you think that the Second-Chair should spend some time with him before we allow him to get too comfortable?” A chill went over me and goose bumps raised on my skin when I heard “Second-Chair”. I remembered the role “Second-Chair” played in the other house, when Lavinia held that position and later, when Damijana and Sally shared it. I knew that I definitely did not want to spend time with the woman who held the position of “Second-Chair”.
The Duchess asked, “Where is she anyway? I told her that I wanted her around today.”
Theresa responded, “I have no idea. I told her not to be here because I was planning to have normal fucking people over for once. She stayed away.”
“Go with the twins and take these two upstairs.”
“Look, you can’t kill these guys here. Chris comes home in a few hours.”
“Who the fuck is Chris?”
“I told you about him, he’s my fiance.”
“You said you had a slave. You didn’t say anything about a fiance. What the hell are you doing over here? Do you think you’re Betty-Fucking-Crocker or something?”
“He is my slave and he is my fiancee. You don’t understand…”
“I don’t want to understand. Go get some clothes, your purse and go meet your fiance wherever he is, and take him on a vacation somewhere. We are using this house for a few days.”
“Bullshit! You can’t just flush my whole life down…”
“If your fiancee comes home while we’re here…I’m killing him. If you don’t want that to happen, get your shit and go.” Theresa grabbed her boots from the floor and stormed out the room. The Duchess pulled out a frying pan and opened the package of steaks. The meat sizzled when she placed it in the pan. She looked at the two men and said, “I wonder how long I will have to starve you, before the sound of your own flesh sizzling this pan arouses hunger and causes your mouth to water.” She called out to the twins, “Girls, take those two up to the attic.”
After the twins left, I asked, “Who sits Second-Chair?”
“I’m impressed. That’s a good first question to ask when you become involved with a house like ours. Her name is Antigone. You’ll meet her before the day is over. And you will be spending some time with her in the near future. She needs a good grindstone to sharpen herself against.”
“I would prefer not to…”
“Fuck what you prefer. Let me explain something to you. Anyone who has ‘it’ will rule over you completely, for as long as they have you engaged. You have as much choice in the matter as you do over your skin color or who your parents were. This is why Theresa called you a mercenary. She’s wrong, because that would mean you have choice. You have no control over who the Goddess sends you to. You have a function and you will fulfill that function. I don’t have to threaten you. I don’t have to read your mind. If I command you to do something, you’ll do it as sure it rains.”
She gave me a challenging smile. “Am I wrong? No, I am not.” She went to a cub-board, got out a cup, pointed to a chair and said, “Wait there.” She exited the room and came back a few moments later. She set the cup down in front of me and said, “So, they had to hold you down to pour urine down your throat, huh? I heard that the thought of drinking someone else’s urine horrifies you. Is that true?” She pushed the cup toward me, “That’s my piss in the cup. I want you to drink it, for me, all of it.”
I looked at cup and fought the urge to vomit. I lowered my head and shut my eyes tight. I clenched my hands together in my lap. I wouldn’t do it. As I thought about my refusal, my hand went to the table and grabbed the cup. The Duchess said, “You’re gonna drink it anyway. You may as well sit up straight and have a little fucking dignity about it.”
I sat up straight, gripped the cup, raised it to my lips and drank. I slammed the cup on the counter when I was finished and wiped my lips. The Duchess looked at me, her eyes showed delight. She said, “The Goddess acknowledges my strength of will and I have Her blessings as a Keeper of Her Altar. That is why I have control over you. Later, you will encounter other women, from other houses; they will seek the same blessings and acknowledgement. If they can’t take ‘it’ as quickly and easily as I just did; then they are an imposter and you won’t give them a fucking thing. Got it?”
I nodded my head.
“Good. It’s time to play with our friends upstairs. I love it when I have multiple people to torture. It means that I can make person a sit and watch their peer suffer, and endure unbelievable amounts of pain and agony before it’s their turn. The terror and dread that person feels when he sees his friend being castrated, disemboweled and skinned alive a few feet in from him…I don’t know quite how to describe it. It just emanates from my victim filling me with this intense feeling of euphoria. It’s like…it’s like the first time I went to a ballet.”
Kali's Altar 22
The Duchess showered while I waited in the den with the twins. Not a word was spoken. The Duchess returned, her red hair dripping wet, she wore a grey sweat-suit. She grabbed her mink and looked at me, “How long does this process take?” Her question was answered by the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. We all got up and went out in the hall to see Roger.
He was a monstrosity. His head looked like a blood-caked thumb with teeth. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and stood motionless. Lavinia appeared at the top in her wheelchair. Her voice said, “Here’s your Roger. I want Clarence back as soon as The Great Sathanas is dead.”
The Duchess nodded her head, then she motioned for me to follow her, “Let’s go Clarence. The twins will transport Roger.”
I looked up at Lavinia as I walked out the door. I thought, “I love you.” Her voice replied, “This isn’t good-bye. I’ll be with you the whole time. Don’t worry about anything. There is much for you to learn from The Duchess.”
The twins put Roger in the trunk of an old beat up Cutlass. The Duchess led me to a black Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows. She threw her mink in the trunk and got in the drivers seat. I got in the passenger seat beside her. Anguish filled my heart. I didn’t want to leave Lavinia. I worried that I would never see her again.
When we got on the highway, The Duchess asked, “So how long have you been a member of that house?”
“I don’t know. A little over a week.”
“Ahhhh. That’s why you’re all fucked up. How do you like your new life?”
“It’s good.”
“Oh, will be speaking in ‘liar-ese’ during your time in my house?” She looked at me, her full lips grinned slightly.
“It’s been challenging.”
“I see. That’s a nice way of saying ‘it’s been fucked up’, right?” I turned my head and stared out the window. The sun was beginning to rise. The Duchess continued, “To be honest, I’m surprised you’re still among the living. You hang out with a pretty rough crowd.” I thought of The Duchess smearing blood all over her body and wondered how long I would remain ‘among the living’.
The Duchess continued, “What a lucky guy, huh? You get to spend all your time surrounded by women.”
“Yeah well, I haven’t felt all that ‘lucky’ recently. Can we please talk about something else?” The Duchess pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the car off. All that could be heard was the sound of passing cars speeding by. She stared into my eyes, “No, we can’t talk about ‘something else‘. We’re going to finish this conversation.” She lit a cigarette and continued, “I want to know why you are loyal to the people who are hurting you so badly. Is it because they’re women? Are you one of those types that is willing to take any abuse a woman is willing to give, as long as she is giving you attention?”
“You know that the torture is used for a higher purpose…”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I yelled out in frustration, “I DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION!”
The Duchess smiled, turned the car back on and merged back into traffic. She said, “Finally, an honest answer.”
I asked, “Do you know the answer?”
She blew out smoke, “Actually, I do know the answer. I also know why you’re still alive. I mean ’why you’, right? You must wonder what makes you so special.”
“I don’t feel special when I locked in box. I don’t feel special when I’m being held down and forced to drink piss…”
“Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t be willing to endure it.”
“NO I DO NOT!”
“So why then Clarence? Why go through all of that when you can just walk away.”
“You know that I can’t just walk away.”
“Yes, you can. If you weren’t there willingly, you would be dead.” I let her words sink in. She was right. There never was a point where I was being held against my will. I never tried to escape and I had several opportunities. The Duchess went on, “Do you want to know the answer to the question? I’ll tell you. You are definitely not willing to take abuse from any woman who shows you attention. You fit into your house like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle. They need you and you need them. You were built for this.”
“Built for what? To be a crash test dummy? A human sacrifice?”
“I doubt you’ll be sacrifice; killed maybe, but not sacrificed. Did you hear the ‘They need you’ part? Why do you think you’re alive? Love? You are alive because you were chosen by the Goddess. That’s who you serve whether you realize it or not. That’s why they gave you a seat at their table. If Lavinia is a dagger in the Goddess’ hand, you are the stone She uses to sharpen that dagger. Do you understand the importance of that role? Look at it this way. If you are a sword designed by the Goddess, what does that say about the woman who wields that sword? Or, you can look at it another way. Brianna made a living making men kneel in front of her. You didn’t bow before Brianna, you tore her apart. Yet I could stop the car and make you kneel before me right there on the side of the road. I could even make you strip first. I could hop on the hood of my car, remove my shoes and have you lick my toes clean. And you would do it. Do have nay doubts about that?”
I remained silent.
The Duchess continued, “But let me fall out of the Goddess’ favor, and you would immediately end my existence. This isn’t about your love for Lavinia. That’s a small part of a big picture.”
“My loyalty is to Lavinia…”
“Your loyalty is to the Goddess and you go wherever she sends you. Now, she has sent you to me and I’m letting you know upfront that I intend to make full use of you. I am the dagger, you are the sharpening stone. This has nothing to do with our wants or desires. This is about the Will of the Goddess. Believe me, you’re not the only man I could get to kneel before me nude on the roadside. But you are one of the only one’s specifically designed to serve me. When I tell you to do something, you have no choice; you’ll do it. And you will do it no matter how repulsive, painful or frightening it is. I could tell you to shit in your hand and eat it. You would do it. Would you like to test that in order to find out if I’m bluffing?”
“No. I still don’t understand…”
“Yes you do. You just don’t like the truth. As long as my will is line with the Goddess’ Will, I own you just the same as Lavinia does. The moment my will is not in line with Her’s, you will try to destroy me. She designed you to be a blessing to the women who serve Her, and a curse to the ones that don’t. That’s an important part of the equation Clarence. As long as I am completely loyal and obedient to the Goddess, you will be completely loyal and obedient to me. I am the dagger, you are the stone.”
“So what does that mean for me?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you eat shit or suck toes. There is no reason for me to be cruel to you. You will have enough to deal with already. I don’t think you fully appreciate the position you’re in. You are the dividing line that separates the women who ‘are’ from those who ‘are not’. You can expect a future full of politics, manipulation and meetings with Matriarchs, along with all the would-bes and the wanna-bes.”
We pulled into the parking lot of large apartment complex. The Duchess parked in spot marked “Guest”. I saw the twins’ empty Cutlass parked a few spaces away. The Duchess got out of the car and walked toward the building. I followed right behind her. We entered, went up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door marked C109. One of the twins opened the door. When I entered the apartment I saw two men bound and gagged on the floor. A third man laid lifeless and limp at Roger’s feet. The bound looked familiar. I approached them to get a closer look. Then I recognized them, they were two of the menh from my dream. The one’s who slipped in Alexandria’s slider and raped her.
The Duchess asked, “What? Are these guys friends of yours?” I shook my head. She said, “That’s good. These guys are first degree fucking assholes. They kidnap women, gang-rape them, then take them to The Great Sathanas to be forced into prostitution.”
I nodded solemnly, “I know.”
“So what do you think Clarence? Should we just execute them here? Or should we take them with us and have little fun?”
I thought for a moment and wondered how many women those men had brought to The Great Sathanas. The image of a wall full of “Missing” posters came into my mind. I looked at The Duchess, “These two should definitely come with us.”
He was a monstrosity. His head looked like a blood-caked thumb with teeth. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he stopped and stood motionless. Lavinia appeared at the top in her wheelchair. Her voice said, “Here’s your Roger. I want Clarence back as soon as The Great Sathanas is dead.”
The Duchess nodded her head, then she motioned for me to follow her, “Let’s go Clarence. The twins will transport Roger.”
I looked up at Lavinia as I walked out the door. I thought, “I love you.” Her voice replied, “This isn’t good-bye. I’ll be with you the whole time. Don’t worry about anything. There is much for you to learn from The Duchess.”
The twins put Roger in the trunk of an old beat up Cutlass. The Duchess led me to a black Lincoln Town Car with tinted windows. She threw her mink in the trunk and got in the drivers seat. I got in the passenger seat beside her. Anguish filled my heart. I didn’t want to leave Lavinia. I worried that I would never see her again.
When we got on the highway, The Duchess asked, “So how long have you been a member of that house?”
“I don’t know. A little over a week.”
“Ahhhh. That’s why you’re all fucked up. How do you like your new life?”
“It’s good.”
“Oh, will be speaking in ‘liar-ese’ during your time in my house?” She looked at me, her full lips grinned slightly.
“It’s been challenging.”
“I see. That’s a nice way of saying ‘it’s been fucked up’, right?” I turned my head and stared out the window. The sun was beginning to rise. The Duchess continued, “To be honest, I’m surprised you’re still among the living. You hang out with a pretty rough crowd.” I thought of The Duchess smearing blood all over her body and wondered how long I would remain ‘among the living’.
The Duchess continued, “What a lucky guy, huh? You get to spend all your time surrounded by women.”
“Yeah well, I haven’t felt all that ‘lucky’ recently. Can we please talk about something else?” The Duchess pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the car off. All that could be heard was the sound of passing cars speeding by. She stared into my eyes, “No, we can’t talk about ‘something else‘. We’re going to finish this conversation.” She lit a cigarette and continued, “I want to know why you are loyal to the people who are hurting you so badly. Is it because they’re women? Are you one of those types that is willing to take any abuse a woman is willing to give, as long as she is giving you attention?”
“You know that the torture is used for a higher purpose…”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I yelled out in frustration, “I DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION!”
The Duchess smiled, turned the car back on and merged back into traffic. She said, “Finally, an honest answer.”
I asked, “Do you know the answer?”
She blew out smoke, “Actually, I do know the answer. I also know why you’re still alive. I mean ’why you’, right? You must wonder what makes you so special.”
“I don’t feel special when I locked in box. I don’t feel special when I’m being held down and forced to drink piss…”
“Yes you do. Otherwise you wouldn’t be willing to endure it.”
“NO I DO NOT!”
“So why then Clarence? Why go through all of that when you can just walk away.”
“You know that I can’t just walk away.”
“Yes, you can. If you weren’t there willingly, you would be dead.” I let her words sink in. She was right. There never was a point where I was being held against my will. I never tried to escape and I had several opportunities. The Duchess went on, “Do you want to know the answer to the question? I’ll tell you. You are definitely not willing to take abuse from any woman who shows you attention. You fit into your house like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle. They need you and you need them. You were built for this.”
“Built for what? To be a crash test dummy? A human sacrifice?”
“I doubt you’ll be sacrifice; killed maybe, but not sacrificed. Did you hear the ‘They need you’ part? Why do you think you’re alive? Love? You are alive because you were chosen by the Goddess. That’s who you serve whether you realize it or not. That’s why they gave you a seat at their table. If Lavinia is a dagger in the Goddess’ hand, you are the stone She uses to sharpen that dagger. Do you understand the importance of that role? Look at it this way. If you are a sword designed by the Goddess, what does that say about the woman who wields that sword? Or, you can look at it another way. Brianna made a living making men kneel in front of her. You didn’t bow before Brianna, you tore her apart. Yet I could stop the car and make you kneel before me right there on the side of the road. I could even make you strip first. I could hop on the hood of my car, remove my shoes and have you lick my toes clean. And you would do it. Do have nay doubts about that?”
I remained silent.
The Duchess continued, “But let me fall out of the Goddess’ favor, and you would immediately end my existence. This isn’t about your love for Lavinia. That’s a small part of a big picture.”
“My loyalty is to Lavinia…”
“Your loyalty is to the Goddess and you go wherever she sends you. Now, she has sent you to me and I’m letting you know upfront that I intend to make full use of you. I am the dagger, you are the sharpening stone. This has nothing to do with our wants or desires. This is about the Will of the Goddess. Believe me, you’re not the only man I could get to kneel before me nude on the roadside. But you are one of the only one’s specifically designed to serve me. When I tell you to do something, you have no choice; you’ll do it. And you will do it no matter how repulsive, painful or frightening it is. I could tell you to shit in your hand and eat it. You would do it. Would you like to test that in order to find out if I’m bluffing?”
“No. I still don’t understand…”
“Yes you do. You just don’t like the truth. As long as my will is line with the Goddess’ Will, I own you just the same as Lavinia does. The moment my will is not in line with Her’s, you will try to destroy me. She designed you to be a blessing to the women who serve Her, and a curse to the ones that don’t. That’s an important part of the equation Clarence. As long as I am completely loyal and obedient to the Goddess, you will be completely loyal and obedient to me. I am the dagger, you are the stone.”
“So what does that mean for me?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you eat shit or suck toes. There is no reason for me to be cruel to you. You will have enough to deal with already. I don’t think you fully appreciate the position you’re in. You are the dividing line that separates the women who ‘are’ from those who ‘are not’. You can expect a future full of politics, manipulation and meetings with Matriarchs, along with all the would-bes and the wanna-bes.”
We pulled into the parking lot of large apartment complex. The Duchess parked in spot marked “Guest”. I saw the twins’ empty Cutlass parked a few spaces away. The Duchess got out of the car and walked toward the building. I followed right behind her. We entered, went up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door marked C109. One of the twins opened the door. When I entered the apartment I saw two men bound and gagged on the floor. A third man laid lifeless and limp at Roger’s feet. The bound looked familiar. I approached them to get a closer look. Then I recognized them, they were two of the menh from my dream. The one’s who slipped in Alexandria’s slider and raped her.
The Duchess asked, “What? Are these guys friends of yours?” I shook my head. She said, “That’s good. These guys are first degree fucking assholes. They kidnap women, gang-rape them, then take them to The Great Sathanas to be forced into prostitution.”
I nodded solemnly, “I know.”
“So what do you think Clarence? Should we just execute them here? Or should we take them with us and have little fun?”
I thought for a moment and wondered how many women those men had brought to The Great Sathanas. The image of a wall full of “Missing” posters came into my mind. I looked at The Duchess, “These two should definitely come with us.”
Kali's Altar 20
As I showered, I watched the pink fluid twirl around the drain. My fingertips ran over the sore and swollen, scabbed letters etched into my chest. Welts had been raised all over my body, my muscles were still cramped and sore from my time in the box. My heart felt like a burdensome stone sinking, crushing the vital organs below.
After I dried off and dressed in fresh black fatigues, I made my way to Lavinia’s office. The door was open when I got there, Lavinia sat masked behind her desk. As I crossed the threshold, her voice said, “You must put your recent ordeal in the past. Do it immediately. We have business to attend to. The Duchess will return shortly.”
I remained standing, I knew that it would hurt too bad for me to sit down. So did she. Her voice said, “Sit down.” A deep, long guttural grunt helped me vocalize the pain I felt as I took my seat. The wooden chair felt as if it was the hardest metal in the world. My muscles remained tensed, my body battered.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Raise your head and sit up straight. I can’t have you sitting there looking like some kind of demoralized abuse victim when The Duchess arrives.”
I thought, “Is her house similar to this one?”
“No. Their house has Gypsy roots. They’re more nomadic than us. They don’t let men sit at their table, but they sacrifice men frequently.”
“So, even though there is an alliance between our houses, I still won’t be considered an ally to them?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“Well I should be worried about it. Now, on top of everything else, I have to worry about being sacrificed by The Duchess.”
“Do you think your fear will save you? Then what good is it? You will be in many more situations where the risk of death is high. You should be tired of fearing death by now. Don’t waste whatever time you have, shaking and trembling in fear.”
There was a knock at the door. Lilith entered followed by The Duchess and her entourage. The Duchess was accompanied by two women, identical twins, with caramel complexions and short black hair. The twins looked to be no older than 20. They were short and rail thin with cold, uncaring eyes. The man was huge. He stood about 6’5 and must have weighed at least 270 lbs. His eyes showed the evidence of intoxication. His care-free demeanor and cocky grin told me that he was completely unaware that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. The man blurted out, “Hey, I like your mask. That’s awesome. My name is Roger.” The man began to approach Lavinia’s desk. Instinctively, I stood to block the path between her and him. I looked into his glazed eyes and saw amusement. He said, “Whoa Chief! I was trying to introduce myself to lady. I won’t steal her away from you, I promise. That is, unless she wants me to.” The man winked at Lavinia and laughed. I couldn’t wait to watch him die.
Lavinia motioned to the chair in front of her desk, her voice said, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lavinia. Please sit down.” The man sat down and looked around the room. He turned to The Duchess, “Hey Alice, I thought this was supposed to be a party.” He turned back to Lavinia, “Why don’t you have your boy here get me a drink?” He looked up at me, daring me to say something. I said, “Of course sir, what can I get for you?”
“Scotch would be awesome.” I walked out the room, down the hall to Lavinia’s quarters and retrieved the blood-stained baseball bat from the chest. I barged back into Lavinia’s office. When I was a few feet behind the man, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, “You got my drink boy?” I raised the bat in the air and slammed it into the side of his face. Teeth flew across the room. The man rose from his chair slowly, gripping the side of his face, a confused look was in his eyes. He charged me. I swung the bat again but he blocked the blow and snatched me up in a bear hug.
Lilith jumped on the man’s back and dug her fingers into his eyes. The man shrieked, let go of me and ran around in circle trying to get Lilith off his back. I raised the bat again planning to smash the man’s kneecap the next time he passed. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “No, don’t break his knees. He won’t be able to walk after I raise him. Lilith, let go!” Lilith let go of the man and fell to the floor. The man continued running around in circles screaming, clutching his bleeding eyes. The Duchess laughed and said, “Roger! Stop running around. Let me help you.”
The man screamed, “Fuck you bitch! I can’t fucking see. I’m gonna kill that fucking nigger!” The Duchess looked at me and shook her head, “Don’t worry about him. He’s awesome.” The twins stepped forward. The one on the right said, “I know this sorry muthafucka isn’t runnin’ around like a decapitated chicken calling people niggas.” The twin on the left said, “That word doesn’t bother me. But let this punk say ‘awesome’ one more time and that will be the end of him.” The man roared, then yelled out, “Fuck you! Fuck all you bitches! I’m gonna kill every single one of you.”
The Duchess said, “How are you going to do that Roger? You can’t fucking see.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Roger, you have a good job, a wife, kids.” Roger stopped running in circles, he stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He said, “You leave my family out of this.” Lilith circled the man glaring at him. She had changed a lot since the first time I saw her. I remembered her sitting in front of her mirror. I remembered the look in her eyes as she was forced to watch her husband being tortured. It was her husband’s reckless pursuit of a fantasy that had placed us both in the position we found ourselves in. Lilith stopped behind the man and said, “Do you really think you can protect your family with just words alone? You’re here alone, blind and unarmed in a house full of killers and you’re barking out demands?”
The twin on the right said, “If this punk muthafucka cared about his family, he would be with them now, not out chasing pussy.”
The twin on the left, “That’s what got you killed. You know that right?”
The twin on the right, “Now your kids will grow up without a father.”
The Duchess laughed and said, “No they won’t. I’ve seen a picture of his wife. It won’t take her long to find someone else. Then his kids will call another man daddy.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “They’ll never know what happened to you. There won’t be any funeral for them to go to. They’re going to think that you abandoned them.” The Duchess added, “I’ll call your wife and let her know that was the case. I’ll tell her about all the shit you talked about her. I’ll tell her that you don’t want her anymore and that you’re mine now because she was unable to tend to your needs.”
The man began to sob, “Please. Please. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The twin on the left said, “You’ll ‘give’ us? You ain’t got to give us a muthafuckin’ thing punk. We’re gonna take whatever the fuck we want from you and there ain’t shit you can do about it.”
The man cried, “Please, I’m sorry for offending you. I’m a little fucked up.”
The twin on the right, “Yeah, you real fucked up ain’t you? I’ll tell you what punk. If you suck my friends dick, we’ll let you go home to your family.” The man stopped sobbing and went silent. He said, “Okay, whatever you want.” The twins began laughing uproariously. The Duchess said, “See this,” pointing at Roger, “this is why we don’t let men sit at our table. He fucked up his whole family chasing pussy. Now, he’s got himself into some trouble and he’s willing to get on his knees and suck dick to get out of it.” The Duchess looked at me, “So what do you think comrade? Should we let ‘awesome-man’ here go if he sucks your dick?”
I said, “That’s not what I want. I want his hands cuffed behind his back and his pants around his ankles. I’m gonna take that ass.”
The man yelled, “Fuck that. I’m not…”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “You’re never going to see your family again if you don’t do exactly what we tell you to do.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer and tossed them on the desk. The twin on the left said, “Oh this is going to be good. I ain’t seen a man get his ass took by another man before.” Lilith grabbed the handcuffs from the desk. The Duchess said, “Hold on. Do we have a deal Roger? You drop your pants, let this man fuck you up the ass and we’ll let go.” Roger didn’t answer. The Duchess continued, “It’s okay, I understand that you’re embarrassed. All you have to do is drop your pants, take a little a pain and we’ll let you go. Nobody will ever find out about this.”
The man said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Lavinia’s voice boomed, “BECAUSE WE CAN! Now drop your fucking pants or we’ll go pick up your wife, bring her here and Clarence can fuck her instead.” The man shook his head whispering, “no…no…no…” He undid his belt buckle, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then let them fall to his ankles. Lavinia’s voice said, “Lilith, cuff him.” Lilith cuffed the mans hands behind his back. Lavinia placed a dagger on the table, “Clarence, I have an empty jar. Fill it.”
I snatched the dagger from her desk, gripped the man’s dick and balls with my left hand, then sliced off his genitals with the dagger. The man fell to floor screaming and kicking his legs. The Duchess took off her white mink and threw it on the floor as if it was a rag. She looked at me and asked, “Hey Clarence, what does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
After I dried off and dressed in fresh black fatigues, I made my way to Lavinia’s office. The door was open when I got there, Lavinia sat masked behind her desk. As I crossed the threshold, her voice said, “You must put your recent ordeal in the past. Do it immediately. We have business to attend to. The Duchess will return shortly.”
I remained standing, I knew that it would hurt too bad for me to sit down. So did she. Her voice said, “Sit down.” A deep, long guttural grunt helped me vocalize the pain I felt as I took my seat. The wooden chair felt as if it was the hardest metal in the world. My muscles remained tensed, my body battered.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Raise your head and sit up straight. I can’t have you sitting there looking like some kind of demoralized abuse victim when The Duchess arrives.”
I thought, “Is her house similar to this one?”
“No. Their house has Gypsy roots. They’re more nomadic than us. They don’t let men sit at their table, but they sacrifice men frequently.”
“So, even though there is an alliance between our houses, I still won’t be considered an ally to them?”
“Why are you worried about it?”
“I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“Well I should be worried about it. Now, on top of everything else, I have to worry about being sacrificed by The Duchess.”
“Do you think your fear will save you? Then what good is it? You will be in many more situations where the risk of death is high. You should be tired of fearing death by now. Don’t waste whatever time you have, shaking and trembling in fear.”
There was a knock at the door. Lilith entered followed by The Duchess and her entourage. The Duchess was accompanied by two women, identical twins, with caramel complexions and short black hair. The twins looked to be no older than 20. They were short and rail thin with cold, uncaring eyes. The man was huge. He stood about 6’5 and must have weighed at least 270 lbs. His eyes showed the evidence of intoxication. His care-free demeanor and cocky grin told me that he was completely unaware that he was a lamb being led to the slaughter. The man blurted out, “Hey, I like your mask. That’s awesome. My name is Roger.” The man began to approach Lavinia’s desk. Instinctively, I stood to block the path between her and him. I looked into his glazed eyes and saw amusement. He said, “Whoa Chief! I was trying to introduce myself to lady. I won’t steal her away from you, I promise. That is, unless she wants me to.” The man winked at Lavinia and laughed. I couldn’t wait to watch him die.
Lavinia motioned to the chair in front of her desk, her voice said, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lavinia. Please sit down.” The man sat down and looked around the room. He turned to The Duchess, “Hey Alice, I thought this was supposed to be a party.” He turned back to Lavinia, “Why don’t you have your boy here get me a drink?” He looked up at me, daring me to say something. I said, “Of course sir, what can I get for you?”
“Scotch would be awesome.” I walked out the room, down the hall to Lavinia’s quarters and retrieved the blood-stained baseball bat from the chest. I barged back into Lavinia’s office. When I was a few feet behind the man, he turned in his seat and smiled at me, “You got my drink boy?” I raised the bat in the air and slammed it into the side of his face. Teeth flew across the room. The man rose from his chair slowly, gripping the side of his face, a confused look was in his eyes. He charged me. I swung the bat again but he blocked the blow and snatched me up in a bear hug.
Lilith jumped on the man’s back and dug her fingers into his eyes. The man shrieked, let go of me and ran around in circle trying to get Lilith off his back. I raised the bat again planning to smash the man’s kneecap the next time he passed. Lavinia’s voice commanded, “No, don’t break his knees. He won’t be able to walk after I raise him. Lilith, let go!” Lilith let go of the man and fell to the floor. The man continued running around in circles screaming, clutching his bleeding eyes. The Duchess laughed and said, “Roger! Stop running around. Let me help you.”
The man screamed, “Fuck you bitch! I can’t fucking see. I’m gonna kill that fucking nigger!” The Duchess looked at me and shook her head, “Don’t worry about him. He’s awesome.” The twins stepped forward. The one on the right said, “I know this sorry muthafucka isn’t runnin’ around like a decapitated chicken calling people niggas.” The twin on the left said, “That word doesn’t bother me. But let this punk say ‘awesome’ one more time and that will be the end of him.” The man roared, then yelled out, “Fuck you! Fuck all you bitches! I’m gonna kill every single one of you.”
The Duchess said, “How are you going to do that Roger? You can’t fucking see.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “Roger, you have a good job, a wife, kids.” Roger stopped running in circles, he stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving. He said, “You leave my family out of this.” Lilith circled the man glaring at him. She had changed a lot since the first time I saw her. I remembered her sitting in front of her mirror. I remembered the look in her eyes as she was forced to watch her husband being tortured. It was her husband’s reckless pursuit of a fantasy that had placed us both in the position we found ourselves in. Lilith stopped behind the man and said, “Do you really think you can protect your family with just words alone? You’re here alone, blind and unarmed in a house full of killers and you’re barking out demands?”
The twin on the right said, “If this punk muthafucka cared about his family, he would be with them now, not out chasing pussy.”
The twin on the left, “That’s what got you killed. You know that right?”
The twin on the right, “Now your kids will grow up without a father.”
The Duchess laughed and said, “No they won’t. I’ve seen a picture of his wife. It won’t take her long to find someone else. Then his kids will call another man daddy.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “They’ll never know what happened to you. There won’t be any funeral for them to go to. They’re going to think that you abandoned them.” The Duchess added, “I’ll call your wife and let her know that was the case. I’ll tell her about all the shit you talked about her. I’ll tell her that you don’t want her anymore and that you’re mine now because she was unable to tend to your needs.”
The man began to sob, “Please. Please. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
The twin on the left said, “You’ll ‘give’ us? You ain’t got to give us a muthafuckin’ thing punk. We’re gonna take whatever the fuck we want from you and there ain’t shit you can do about it.”
The man cried, “Please, I’m sorry for offending you. I’m a little fucked up.”
The twin on the right, “Yeah, you real fucked up ain’t you? I’ll tell you what punk. If you suck my friends dick, we’ll let you go home to your family.” The man stopped sobbing and went silent. He said, “Okay, whatever you want.” The twins began laughing uproariously. The Duchess said, “See this,” pointing at Roger, “this is why we don’t let men sit at our table. He fucked up his whole family chasing pussy. Now, he’s got himself into some trouble and he’s willing to get on his knees and suck dick to get out of it.” The Duchess looked at me, “So what do you think comrade? Should we let ‘awesome-man’ here go if he sucks your dick?”
I said, “That’s not what I want. I want his hands cuffed behind his back and his pants around his ankles. I’m gonna take that ass.”
The man yelled, “Fuck that. I’m not…”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “You’re never going to see your family again if you don’t do exactly what we tell you to do.” She pulled a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer and tossed them on the desk. The twin on the left said, “Oh this is going to be good. I ain’t seen a man get his ass took by another man before.” Lilith grabbed the handcuffs from the desk. The Duchess said, “Hold on. Do we have a deal Roger? You drop your pants, let this man fuck you up the ass and we’ll let go.” Roger didn’t answer. The Duchess continued, “It’s okay, I understand that you’re embarrassed. All you have to do is drop your pants, take a little a pain and we’ll let you go. Nobody will ever find out about this.”
The man said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Lavinia’s voice boomed, “BECAUSE WE CAN! Now drop your fucking pants or we’ll go pick up your wife, bring her here and Clarence can fuck her instead.” The man shook his head whispering, “no…no…no…” He undid his belt buckle, unfastened and unzipped his pants, then let them fall to his ankles. Lavinia’s voice said, “Lilith, cuff him.” Lilith cuffed the mans hands behind his back. Lavinia placed a dagger on the table, “Clarence, I have an empty jar. Fill it.”
I snatched the dagger from her desk, gripped the man’s dick and balls with my left hand, then sliced off his genitals with the dagger. The man fell to floor screaming and kicking his legs. The Duchess took off her white mink and threw it on the floor as if it was a rag. She looked at me and asked, “Hey Clarence, what does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?”
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Kali's Altar 10
I heard voices coming from the den as I walked down the hall. When I looked in, I saw Brianna sitting with Lillith and Octavia. Brianna spoke with an air of authority. When she noticed me she said, “Clarence, come in. I’m telling the newbies what will be expected of them.” I entered the room and sat down. Lilith looked straight ahead, Octavia stared at the floor. I heard Brianna’s voice in my mind, “We’re gonna run these bitches Clarence.” She stood up and ordered the women to get on their knees.
Lilith and Octavia both kneeled on the floor. I focused on Brianna and thought, “This isn’t a good idea.”
Brianna’s voice said, “We’ve got enough pussy in this house already Clarence. Lavinia wants daily realization and strengthening exercises.”
“We’ve already had our daily exercises.”
“What the fuck is going on with you? You sure the fuck weren’t like this last night in the bathroom.”
“You don’t make chairs fly through air when you get hurt. If you traumatize Octavia too much in one…”
“Oh get the fuck out of here. You’re not gonna give her special treatment because she’s Black. I believe she is here to realize her power. You won’t help her by going easy on her. You took my eye, my nipples, you tore off my clit with a fucking pair of pliers. I want to see them treated the same way.”
Octavia and Lilith looked around nervously, wondering what all the silence was about. I thought, “If she can flip tables, burn out lights and throw chairs, she can probably make your heart stop beating. Have you thought about that? For all you know, that woman could have the ability to make you burst into flames. She’s from the rural South, her Grandmother was a feared telepathic. You can do what you want, but I’m not fucking with her until I know what she can do.”
“Do you think she knows all that Voodoo shit?”
“What does it matter? She doesn’t need Voodoo to kill you, she can use her mind.”
“We can’t just let her off. She has to suffer like everybody else.”
I focused on Lavinia. I saw her image in my mind. She was sitting behind her desk wearing her black and red mask with her blood-red gown. Her voice said, “Why are you disturbing me?”
“What do you want done with Octavia and Lilith?”
“Damijana has plans for them. Have Brianna get us another sacrifice.”
I told Octavia and Lilith to stand up and leave. Brianna spoke out loud, “What the fuck?”
I spoke with my mouth, “Never mind fucking around with those two. We need another sacrifice.”
“Another one? She still has one in her cage.”
“The one in the cage is her business. She wants another sacrifice.”
“Is the one in the cage ‘her business’ or is it soon to be ‘your business’? I know you can’t wait to get your hands on that woman.”
“Do you know another easy mark or not?”
“Maybe. I haven’t seen any phones here.”
I focused on Black Sally, “We need a phone and a ride to get another sacrifice.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “I’ll be down there in about 20 minutes.”
The ease of communication was both titillating and frightening. A strong telepathic, like Lavinia, just had to look at a person once and she could break into their thoughts. The common ones could only communicate with others who had the ability, and they could usually only focus on one person at a time. Lavinia was able to communicate with multiple people simultaneously. She could get into another person’s head and see what they see, hear what they hear and feel what they feel. It was as if the ability was specifically designed for groups of human’s who hunt other humans.
I spoke out loud to Brianna, “Sally will take us in about 20 minutes. The police will eventually come looking for you if too many of your clients come up missing. You need to be careful who you select.”
The words that came out of Brianna’s mouth were: “I already thought about that. I figure we can get away with three or four more. I’ll pick the ones who won’t be missed.”
However, her thoughts said, “POLICE! I’ll find a way to get to the police.”
I said out loud, “You’ve made yourself into an asset. You can bring in the meat and that’s what is most important. maybe the skills you acquired in your previous line of work will push you to the top in this house.”
“I know how to survive in a situation like this. Damijana and Sally can play their little games all they want. Their jealous of me. I‘m what they pretend to be.”
“No Brianna. I won’t play along with that. You spent your life pretending to have the power and freedom that they possess. Now that you are on the verge of actually having that power and freedom, your falling back on your superficial ’pretender’ self. If you had allowed your heart to speak, and listened to it, your true self probably would have led you through this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Clarence?”
“Your ’pretender’ self got you killed. A person can’t properly assess their situation if they are in a state of denial. You refuse to see the reality of your situation.”
Her chest began to heave and all the color left her face. I focused on her and thought, “POLICE!”
Her mind said, “I need to get to the police! No…no…that’s not what I’m thinking. I would never do that. Someone else put that thought in my head. I am loyal to this family.”
I smiled and said out loud, “You were dead the moment the thought came into your mind.”
She feinted, collapsing to the floor. Black Sally entered the room. Her voice said, “She started planning to contact the cops last night. Her plan was to call them the next time we took her out, and have them there when we picked up the sacrifice.”
“What do you want to do with her?”
“We’re going to carry her upstairs to Lavinia’s office. Since we don’t want anyone entertaining those kinds of ideas again, Brianna will spend a long time wishing she was dead. How did you knock her out?”
“I didn’t, she just collapsed.”
“Lavinia put her to sleep. She didn’t used to be able to do that.”
We carried Brianna to the Matriarch’s office. She sat behind her desk wearing a black and red mask. She wore her blood-red gown, just like I’d seen her in the vision. We laid Brianna on the floor. Lavinia’s voice said, “This is what happens when you let a domesticated animal out in the wild. They apply the only rules they’ve ever known, the rules of domestic life, to a world where those rules do not apply.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “Then they get their stupid asses killed.”
“She won’t be dying anytime soon,” Lavinia’s voice said. “Brianna may even live longer than Alfred did. In fact, tie her to the wall in Alfred’s old room. For the first three or four years, I’ll let her keep her legs. But her arms are coming off tonight.”
Lilith and Octavia both kneeled on the floor. I focused on Brianna and thought, “This isn’t a good idea.”
Brianna’s voice said, “We’ve got enough pussy in this house already Clarence. Lavinia wants daily realization and strengthening exercises.”
“We’ve already had our daily exercises.”
“What the fuck is going on with you? You sure the fuck weren’t like this last night in the bathroom.”
“You don’t make chairs fly through air when you get hurt. If you traumatize Octavia too much in one…”
“Oh get the fuck out of here. You’re not gonna give her special treatment because she’s Black. I believe she is here to realize her power. You won’t help her by going easy on her. You took my eye, my nipples, you tore off my clit with a fucking pair of pliers. I want to see them treated the same way.”
Octavia and Lilith looked around nervously, wondering what all the silence was about. I thought, “If she can flip tables, burn out lights and throw chairs, she can probably make your heart stop beating. Have you thought about that? For all you know, that woman could have the ability to make you burst into flames. She’s from the rural South, her Grandmother was a feared telepathic. You can do what you want, but I’m not fucking with her until I know what she can do.”
“Do you think she knows all that Voodoo shit?”
“What does it matter? She doesn’t need Voodoo to kill you, she can use her mind.”
“We can’t just let her off. She has to suffer like everybody else.”
I focused on Lavinia. I saw her image in my mind. She was sitting behind her desk wearing her black and red mask with her blood-red gown. Her voice said, “Why are you disturbing me?”
“What do you want done with Octavia and Lilith?”
“Damijana has plans for them. Have Brianna get us another sacrifice.”
I told Octavia and Lilith to stand up and leave. Brianna spoke out loud, “What the fuck?”
I spoke with my mouth, “Never mind fucking around with those two. We need another sacrifice.”
“Another one? She still has one in her cage.”
“The one in the cage is her business. She wants another sacrifice.”
“Is the one in the cage ‘her business’ or is it soon to be ‘your business’? I know you can’t wait to get your hands on that woman.”
“Do you know another easy mark or not?”
“Maybe. I haven’t seen any phones here.”
I focused on Black Sally, “We need a phone and a ride to get another sacrifice.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “I’ll be down there in about 20 minutes.”
The ease of communication was both titillating and frightening. A strong telepathic, like Lavinia, just had to look at a person once and she could break into their thoughts. The common ones could only communicate with others who had the ability, and they could usually only focus on one person at a time. Lavinia was able to communicate with multiple people simultaneously. She could get into another person’s head and see what they see, hear what they hear and feel what they feel. It was as if the ability was specifically designed for groups of human’s who hunt other humans.
I spoke out loud to Brianna, “Sally will take us in about 20 minutes. The police will eventually come looking for you if too many of your clients come up missing. You need to be careful who you select.”
The words that came out of Brianna’s mouth were: “I already thought about that. I figure we can get away with three or four more. I’ll pick the ones who won’t be missed.”
However, her thoughts said, “POLICE! I’ll find a way to get to the police.”
I said out loud, “You’ve made yourself into an asset. You can bring in the meat and that’s what is most important. maybe the skills you acquired in your previous line of work will push you to the top in this house.”
“I know how to survive in a situation like this. Damijana and Sally can play their little games all they want. Their jealous of me. I‘m what they pretend to be.”
“No Brianna. I won’t play along with that. You spent your life pretending to have the power and freedom that they possess. Now that you are on the verge of actually having that power and freedom, your falling back on your superficial ’pretender’ self. If you had allowed your heart to speak, and listened to it, your true self probably would have led you through this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about Clarence?”
“Your ’pretender’ self got you killed. A person can’t properly assess their situation if they are in a state of denial. You refuse to see the reality of your situation.”
Her chest began to heave and all the color left her face. I focused on her and thought, “POLICE!”
Her mind said, “I need to get to the police! No…no…that’s not what I’m thinking. I would never do that. Someone else put that thought in my head. I am loyal to this family.”
I smiled and said out loud, “You were dead the moment the thought came into your mind.”
She feinted, collapsing to the floor. Black Sally entered the room. Her voice said, “She started planning to contact the cops last night. Her plan was to call them the next time we took her out, and have them there when we picked up the sacrifice.”
“What do you want to do with her?”
“We’re going to carry her upstairs to Lavinia’s office. Since we don’t want anyone entertaining those kinds of ideas again, Brianna will spend a long time wishing she was dead. How did you knock her out?”
“I didn’t, she just collapsed.”
“Lavinia put her to sleep. She didn’t used to be able to do that.”
We carried Brianna to the Matriarch’s office. She sat behind her desk wearing a black and red mask. She wore her blood-red gown, just like I’d seen her in the vision. We laid Brianna on the floor. Lavinia’s voice said, “This is what happens when you let a domesticated animal out in the wild. They apply the only rules they’ve ever known, the rules of domestic life, to a world where those rules do not apply.”
Black Sally’s voice said, “Then they get their stupid asses killed.”
“She won’t be dying anytime soon,” Lavinia’s voice said. “Brianna may even live longer than Alfred did. In fact, tie her to the wall in Alfred’s old room. For the first three or four years, I’ll let her keep her legs. But her arms are coming off tonight.”
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Kali's Altar 6
At breakfast, I looked at all the faces around the table. Everyone was battered and exhausted except for the Gothic Girl and Black Sally. Lilith sat with her head down, it was the first time I had seen her without ropes or restraints. Octavia’s hands and wrists were shackled. She didn’t say anything, she just looked from one of us to the next; she looked scared, but she hadn’t been broken. Brianna sat sulking in her chair. Every once in awhile I would look up and catch her giving me the evil eye. I laughed to myself at the thought, the evil eye was the only eye Brianna had left. I heard her voice in my head, “You think that’s funny, huh Clarence. You just wait.” All the women at the table wore their uniforms. I wore the paramilitary-style shirt and pants version.
The Gothic Girl asked Octavia, “When did you become aware of your power?”
Octavia replied, “When I was 13.”
“What happened?”
“This boy did something to me. When he was doing it, stuff started falling off the walls.”
“What did your Grandmother tell you about your ability?”
“She said I’d find out all about it someday, and that she didn’t want to be the one to tell me what’s wrong with me. She said I have to find out on my own.”
“What have you been able to figure out on your own?”
“I can push a silverware across the table sometimes, but it takes a lot of effort and concentration. Other than that, it only comes out when something bad happens.”
“You’re sitting there in shackles, isn’t that bad enough? The shackles shouldn‘t be able to stop you, but they do. It‘s your mind that’s held in bondage Octavia. Once the shackles come off your mind, no cage or chain will be able to hold you. However, in order to break you out of your mental bondage, some bad things will have to happen to you.”
Lillith raised her head and said, “Like seeing your husband killed right in front of you? Like being kidnapped, tortured and raped? Was that so you can free my mind?”
The Gothic Girl looked at her for moment before speaking, “Yes, we are liberating you Lilith. You don’t feel like a weight has been lifted?”
Lilith shook her head and pressed her lips together in rage.
The Gothic Girl said, “Clarence, after breakfast I want you to take Lilith and Octavia to Lavinia’s office. There a few things that I want these two to learn about themselves before we go on.”
I led the two women to Lavinia’s office and knocked on the door. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Bring them in.”
When we entered the office, the two women stopped and stared and Lavinia. She sat at her desk in her black Victorian-style dress, her hair was held in a bun by two long steel hairpins. Fresh bandages covered her face. Two chairs were placed in front her desk facing each other. Lavinia motioned with her hand toward the chairs. I nudged Octavia, she took her seat and Lilith followed. I leaned against the wall by the door and watched.
Lavinia’s voice could be heard clearly, though I knew she was still unable to speak with her mouth. Octavia and Lilith had no idea that the voice they were hearing wasn’t coming through their ears, Lavinia was talking directly to their minds. She said, “I figured we’d start with little game, kind of an icebreaker so we can all get to know each other. It’s sort of like truth or dare, but there is no ‘truth’ option. You each take turns issuing each other dares. You cannot refuse a dare and if you issue a dare that I think is boring, apprehensive or lame; you lose your turn and have to take a dare issued by me. Do you understand?”
Octavia asked, “What happens if we don’t do the dare.”
“You will be tortured until you die or change your mind. Lilith, you go first.”
Lilith hesitated and said, “I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“That’s a foul for being apprehensive,” Lavinia replied, “now you must take a dare issued by me. Lilith, I dare you to spit in Octavia’s face.”
Lilith stood up slowly and made a feeble attempt at spitting toward Octavia. Lilith screamed and fell to the floor. Lavinia’s voice said, “Hurts doesn’t it. It gets much worse. Now complete your dare!’
Lilith got to her feet and gave Lavinia a bewildered look. Then she gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit straight in Octavia’s face. Mucous and spittle dripped from her nose. She wiped her face on her sleeve, grimaced and said, “Okay that’s just foul.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “It’s your turn Octavia. This isn’t a talk show.”
Octavia sat up straight in her chair, “I dare you to just sit there while I smack you in the mouth.” Octavia looked to Lavinia. Lavinia nodded toward Lilith. Octavia stood up, stood to the side of Lilith’s chair and smacked her square in the mouth. The bandage on Lilith’s cheek flew off revealing a crude stitch job, blood trickled from her mouth. Octavia sat back down.
Lilith touched her hand to her mouth and looked at the blood. She glared at Octavia, “I dare you to get down on your hands and knees and lick my boots.”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “Foul. That’s boring Lilith. Lilith, I dare you to get your hands and knees, and stick your tongue in Octavia’s ass.” Octavia’s eyes widened, she shook her head, “I can’t…I’ve never even…” Lavinia opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small box. She pushed it across the table toward Octavia, “Open it.”
Octavia picked up the box and took off the lid. Her face crinkled up in look of shock and terror. She dropped the box. A nose, a pair lips, ears and eyeballs fell out on the floor. Octavia threw up. Lavinia’s voice said, “Now stand up and bend over my desk. Lilith get on your knees behind her.”
Lilith did what she was told. She pushed Octavia’s skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. The sight of Octavia’s plump, round ass made my dick start to stiffen in my pants. Lilith spread Octavia’s cheeks apart and slid her tongue into her asshole.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Keep doing it. Run the tip around the rim then shove it in and wriggle it around.”
I could hear Octavia moan. My dick got harder. I imagined myself pushing my cock between her cheeks and into her ass. Lavinia’s voice said, “That’s enough.”
Octavia sat down, “I dare you to lick my pussy.” She slouched down in her chair, pulled her skirt up and parted her thighs. Lilith buried her face in her pussy. Octavia closed her eyes, threw head her back and squeezed her large breasts through her shirt.
Lavinia’s voice ordered, “Stop! Lilith, get back in your chair, it’s your turn.”
“Octavia, I dare you to lick my clit and…”
Lavinia slammed her hand on the desk, “FOUL!” She pulled a meat cleaver from her desk. Octavia tensed, her face showed fear. “Clarence, get some towels from the bathroom.” When I returned with the towels Lavinia’s voice said, “Set those on my desk and hold Octavia down. Lilith, I dare you to chop off one of Octavia’s fingers.”
I got behind Octavia, wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Lilith didn’t move from her chair. Lavinia picked up the cleaver, “Take this and chop her finger off or I’ll have Clarence chop off both your feet.” Her blank bandaged face turned to Octavia, “Pick a finger and place it on the arm of chair. If you don’t hold it still, I’ll make Lilith chop off your whole hand.”
I could feel Octavia’s heavy breathing. Lilith grabbed the cleaver. She raised it in the air and brought it down, there was a sound like a carrot being chopped in half on a cutting board. Octavia screamed and jerked around in her chair. Her pinky fell to the floor. I wrapped her hand with one of the towels. Lavinia’s voice said, “It’s your turn Octavia.”
Octavia just clutched her hand to her chest and took fast, deep breaths. She pleaded, “I can’t do this anymore…”
Lavinia’s voice interjected, “OCTAVIA! IT’S YOUR TURN!”
Octavia shook her head, tears streamed from her eyes. Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence cut her face.” I picked up the pen knife and grabbed Octavia’s chin. She yelled, “ALRIGHT! STOP! I’ll play. Lilith I dare you to take the cleaver…”
“FOUL!” Octavia began to sob. Lavinia’s voice said, “Octavia, I dare you to rip open Lilith’s shirt and bite off one of her nipples.”
I whispered to Octavia, “Just do it. Don’t think about it. Just get up and do it!” Octavia stood up and went to Lilith. She had to struggle to rip open Lilith’s shirt because of the shackles. When she finally got open, she stopped and gazed at Lilith’s medium-sized breasts and light pink nipples. She licked her full lips, grabbed Lilith’s left breast and bit into the flesh around her nipple. Lilith yelled out, “FUCK! FUCK! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Octavia jerked her head back. Lilith screamed and started swinging at her. I held Lilith down. Octavia spit the nipple out on the floor and sat down.
Lilith snarled, “Octavia I dare you to…”
“FOUL!”
‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN FOUL?” I stuck the penknife in her nose, pierced her septum and pushed the blade down, slicing through the septum toward her upper lip. She put hands over her nose and wailed. I punched her in the face, “Shut the fuck up and play the game.”
Lavinia pulled a bottle of lighter fluid and a lighter from one of her desk drawers, “Lilith, I dare you to douse Octavia’s hair with this lighter fluid and set it on fire.”
Octavia started shaking like she was having convulsions, her eyes got wide as saucers. She stared at the floor and mumbled, “No, no, no, no, no.”
Lilith took the lighter fluid and poured it all over Octavia’s head. The flammable liquid streamed down her face, soaking her shirt collar. Octavia looked like she was having an epileptic seizure in her chair. Lilith hesitated. “DO IT! PICK UP THE LIGHTER!” Lavinia’s voice yelled.
Lilith picked up the lighter and approached Octavia. Then, everything came flying off Lavina’s desk. Lilith’s chair flew across the room and bounced off the wall. I felt like I had just been hit by a strong gust of wind, it almost knocked me off my feet. The desk began to shake and the overhead light exploded. Lilith looked to Lavinia. Lavinia’s voice said, “Put the lighter down and go back to your room.”
Eventually, Octavia stopped convulsing and sat up in her chair with a confused and anguished look on her face. Lavinia tossed me a key, “Take her shackles off and show her where she can wash the lighter fluid out of her hair.”
The Gothic Girl asked Octavia, “When did you become aware of your power?”
Octavia replied, “When I was 13.”
“What happened?”
“This boy did something to me. When he was doing it, stuff started falling off the walls.”
“What did your Grandmother tell you about your ability?”
“She said I’d find out all about it someday, and that she didn’t want to be the one to tell me what’s wrong with me. She said I have to find out on my own.”
“What have you been able to figure out on your own?”
“I can push a silverware across the table sometimes, but it takes a lot of effort and concentration. Other than that, it only comes out when something bad happens.”
“You’re sitting there in shackles, isn’t that bad enough? The shackles shouldn‘t be able to stop you, but they do. It‘s your mind that’s held in bondage Octavia. Once the shackles come off your mind, no cage or chain will be able to hold you. However, in order to break you out of your mental bondage, some bad things will have to happen to you.”
Lillith raised her head and said, “Like seeing your husband killed right in front of you? Like being kidnapped, tortured and raped? Was that so you can free my mind?”
The Gothic Girl looked at her for moment before speaking, “Yes, we are liberating you Lilith. You don’t feel like a weight has been lifted?”
Lilith shook her head and pressed her lips together in rage.
The Gothic Girl said, “Clarence, after breakfast I want you to take Lilith and Octavia to Lavinia’s office. There a few things that I want these two to learn about themselves before we go on.”
I led the two women to Lavinia’s office and knocked on the door. I heard Lavinia’s voice in my head, “Bring them in.”
When we entered the office, the two women stopped and stared and Lavinia. She sat at her desk in her black Victorian-style dress, her hair was held in a bun by two long steel hairpins. Fresh bandages covered her face. Two chairs were placed in front her desk facing each other. Lavinia motioned with her hand toward the chairs. I nudged Octavia, she took her seat and Lilith followed. I leaned against the wall by the door and watched.
Lavinia’s voice could be heard clearly, though I knew she was still unable to speak with her mouth. Octavia and Lilith had no idea that the voice they were hearing wasn’t coming through their ears, Lavinia was talking directly to their minds. She said, “I figured we’d start with little game, kind of an icebreaker so we can all get to know each other. It’s sort of like truth or dare, but there is no ‘truth’ option. You each take turns issuing each other dares. You cannot refuse a dare and if you issue a dare that I think is boring, apprehensive or lame; you lose your turn and have to take a dare issued by me. Do you understand?”
Octavia asked, “What happens if we don’t do the dare.”
“You will be tortured until you die or change your mind. Lilith, you go first.”
Lilith hesitated and said, “I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“That’s a foul for being apprehensive,” Lavinia replied, “now you must take a dare issued by me. Lilith, I dare you to spit in Octavia’s face.”
Lilith stood up slowly and made a feeble attempt at spitting toward Octavia. Lilith screamed and fell to the floor. Lavinia’s voice said, “Hurts doesn’t it. It gets much worse. Now complete your dare!’
Lilith got to her feet and gave Lavinia a bewildered look. Then she gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit straight in Octavia’s face. Mucous and spittle dripped from her nose. She wiped her face on her sleeve, grimaced and said, “Okay that’s just foul.”
Lavinia’s voice said, “It’s your turn Octavia. This isn’t a talk show.”
Octavia sat up straight in her chair, “I dare you to just sit there while I smack you in the mouth.” Octavia looked to Lavinia. Lavinia nodded toward Lilith. Octavia stood up, stood to the side of Lilith’s chair and smacked her square in the mouth. The bandage on Lilith’s cheek flew off revealing a crude stitch job, blood trickled from her mouth. Octavia sat back down.
Lilith touched her hand to her mouth and looked at the blood. She glared at Octavia, “I dare you to get down on your hands and knees and lick my boots.”
Lavinia’s voice interrupted, “Foul. That’s boring Lilith. Lilith, I dare you to get your hands and knees, and stick your tongue in Octavia’s ass.” Octavia’s eyes widened, she shook her head, “I can’t…I’ve never even…” Lavinia opened her desk drawer and pulled out a small box. She pushed it across the table toward Octavia, “Open it.”
Octavia picked up the box and took off the lid. Her face crinkled up in look of shock and terror. She dropped the box. A nose, a pair lips, ears and eyeballs fell out on the floor. Octavia threw up. Lavinia’s voice said, “Now stand up and bend over my desk. Lilith get on your knees behind her.”
Lilith did what she was told. She pushed Octavia’s skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. The sight of Octavia’s plump, round ass made my dick start to stiffen in my pants. Lilith spread Octavia’s cheeks apart and slid her tongue into her asshole.
Lavinia’s voice said, “Keep doing it. Run the tip around the rim then shove it in and wriggle it around.”
I could hear Octavia moan. My dick got harder. I imagined myself pushing my cock between her cheeks and into her ass. Lavinia’s voice said, “That’s enough.”
Octavia sat down, “I dare you to lick my pussy.” She slouched down in her chair, pulled her skirt up and parted her thighs. Lilith buried her face in her pussy. Octavia closed her eyes, threw head her back and squeezed her large breasts through her shirt.
Lavinia’s voice ordered, “Stop! Lilith, get back in your chair, it’s your turn.”
“Octavia, I dare you to lick my clit and…”
Lavinia slammed her hand on the desk, “FOUL!” She pulled a meat cleaver from her desk. Octavia tensed, her face showed fear. “Clarence, get some towels from the bathroom.” When I returned with the towels Lavinia’s voice said, “Set those on my desk and hold Octavia down. Lilith, I dare you to chop off one of Octavia’s fingers.”
I got behind Octavia, wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Lilith didn’t move from her chair. Lavinia picked up the cleaver, “Take this and chop her finger off or I’ll have Clarence chop off both your feet.” Her blank bandaged face turned to Octavia, “Pick a finger and place it on the arm of chair. If you don’t hold it still, I’ll make Lilith chop off your whole hand.”
I could feel Octavia’s heavy breathing. Lilith grabbed the cleaver. She raised it in the air and brought it down, there was a sound like a carrot being chopped in half on a cutting board. Octavia screamed and jerked around in her chair. Her pinky fell to the floor. I wrapped her hand with one of the towels. Lavinia’s voice said, “It’s your turn Octavia.”
Octavia just clutched her hand to her chest and took fast, deep breaths. She pleaded, “I can’t do this anymore…”
Lavinia’s voice interjected, “OCTAVIA! IT’S YOUR TURN!”
Octavia shook her head, tears streamed from her eyes. Lavinia’s voice said, “Clarence cut her face.” I picked up the pen knife and grabbed Octavia’s chin. She yelled, “ALRIGHT! STOP! I’ll play. Lilith I dare you to take the cleaver…”
“FOUL!” Octavia began to sob. Lavinia’s voice said, “Octavia, I dare you to rip open Lilith’s shirt and bite off one of her nipples.”
I whispered to Octavia, “Just do it. Don’t think about it. Just get up and do it!” Octavia stood up and went to Lilith. She had to struggle to rip open Lilith’s shirt because of the shackles. When she finally got open, she stopped and gazed at Lilith’s medium-sized breasts and light pink nipples. She licked her full lips, grabbed Lilith’s left breast and bit into the flesh around her nipple. Lilith yelled out, “FUCK! FUCK! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH!” Octavia jerked her head back. Lilith screamed and started swinging at her. I held Lilith down. Octavia spit the nipple out on the floor and sat down.
Lilith snarled, “Octavia I dare you to…”
“FOUL!”
‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN FOUL?” I stuck the penknife in her nose, pierced her septum and pushed the blade down, slicing through the septum toward her upper lip. She put hands over her nose and wailed. I punched her in the face, “Shut the fuck up and play the game.”
Lavinia pulled a bottle of lighter fluid and a lighter from one of her desk drawers, “Lilith, I dare you to douse Octavia’s hair with this lighter fluid and set it on fire.”
Octavia started shaking like she was having convulsions, her eyes got wide as saucers. She stared at the floor and mumbled, “No, no, no, no, no.”
Lilith took the lighter fluid and poured it all over Octavia’s head. The flammable liquid streamed down her face, soaking her shirt collar. Octavia looked like she was having an epileptic seizure in her chair. Lilith hesitated. “DO IT! PICK UP THE LIGHTER!” Lavinia’s voice yelled.
Lilith picked up the lighter and approached Octavia. Then, everything came flying off Lavina’s desk. Lilith’s chair flew across the room and bounced off the wall. I felt like I had just been hit by a strong gust of wind, it almost knocked me off my feet. The desk began to shake and the overhead light exploded. Lilith looked to Lavinia. Lavinia’s voice said, “Put the lighter down and go back to your room.”
Eventually, Octavia stopped convulsing and sat up in her chair with a confused and anguished look on her face. Lavinia tossed me a key, “Take her shackles off and show her where she can wash the lighter fluid out of her hair.”
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!”
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