The Chosen

The elevator.

Vera, dressed only in a sheer nightgown and robe, approached the end of the pantry. The elevator’s brushed-steel face returned a vague reflection. This was the elevator, she knew now, that she’d been hearing all along, running into the wee hours.

And whatever the reason, she was about to discover it.

Vera pushed the button.

The doors thunked open.

Then she got in and began to go…down.

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The revel reared. Mist seemed to seep from the rock walls, shiny condensation trickled. A melee of aromas rose: spiced candlewax, musk, cooking smells…

Paul regained consciousness to discover a hideous woman sitting on his groin, fornicating with him. Her strange hand clamped just under his jaw, and Paul felt himself oozing in and out of sentience. Because of this semiconsciousness, he knew that his eyes deceived him, for the woman sitting on him scarcely even appeared human.

Gray, taut skin flecked with crust. Only patchy ribbons of frizzy black hair. Her sex, which now fully engulfed his erection, felt like a gnawing mouth, and her avid eyes looked huge and faintly yellowish. And her breasts…

Her breasts, though high and large and firm, shone gray beneath the sheen of musky sweat. Paul tried to focus up, to glean the details, but he couldn’t quite believe it.

Blurred vision, he thought.

The woman’s breasts sported multiple nipples. More nipples, puckered and blood-red, ran down her sides to her thighs. Eventually she leaned over, offering a breast to his mouth. Despite Paul’s disgust, his lips sucked in the clustered nipple, and he could swear it voided milk, however foul. And when he could look up again, as the hideous woman stepped up her shrieking intercourse, he noticed one more thing—

What are…those things…on her head?

Even in the shifting dark he could make them out. The strange light made a silhouette of her large, runneled forehead. My God, Paul thought, I’m gonna be sick—

Small, rounded nubs seemed to jut from the forehead.

Small, rounded nubs…like horns.

««—»»

Vera’s descent in the pantry elevator seemed grievously long, and the motor’s hum was hypnotic. Is it ever going to open? she couldn’t help but wonder. Down, down, down, it went…

Then it jerked to a stop.

And, at last, opened.

Heat blew in. Vera looked forward and saw a rough stone wall. When she peered out she saw what looked to be a long aisle through a cave. This is no basement, she realized. She took a left and walked down, the hot air making her sweat. Crude doors had been fashioned along the corridor. And under their gaps, light flickered.

Vera stopped. She faced one wood-plank door.

She turned the brass knob and pushed it open…

Candlelight danced in her eyes. She froze. What she saw she could not comprehend:

Monstrous figures copulating with several naked women tied down to a strange bed. Squirms, squeals, and shrieks roved the air.

More figures seemed to encircle the spectacle. Some were watching, some even masturbating.