“Fast and hard,” he reminded.
Rae put both hands on the phallus and pushed it forward before yanking it back. It resisted at first, but then slid free. As the head popped out of Amelia’s sex, a gush of blood followed, painting the table further.
Rae held up the phallus in horror as Amelia’s screams died to hitching cries. A row of small nails lined the rubber shaft on four sides. They only protruded a half inch or so, but they were covered in bits of gore.
“Jesus,” Rae said, her stomach filled with ice.
“Not here,” Kharon laughed. He walked to the table and stroked Amelia’s hair. “Don’t feel bad,” he said. “That’s what she had planned for you. Our Amelia has a bit of a jealous streak it seems.” Amelia’s eyes fluttered and closed.
“But why?” Rae said.
“She wanted to go into The Black. And I chose you instead.”
“What is The Black?” Rae asked. “I don’t even know…”
“Later,” he promised. “For now, I want to see her give head one last time. She was always one of my favorites.” He pointed at the base of the phallus. “Push the ring in.”
Rae did, and the nail points disappeared, hidden within the device again.
“Get on the table and put it in her mouth,” he demanded.
Rae’s eyes widened. “But…”
“Do it.”
She gulped, not sure if she could go through with this. But when Rae looked into Kharon’s eyes, all of her resistance faded. The pleasure of giving pain consumed all, and she smiled, her skin flushing warm as she soaked in his gaze. He filled her, silently, with his evil, and she accepted. Wanted. More.
Rae climbed up on the table and straddled Amelia, her thighs instantly wet with the woman’s clammy sweat as she kneeled and leaned over the other woman’s chest to press the bloody rubber cock’s head against Amelia’s lips as Kharon had commanded. Amelia’s mouth remained half open from crying, but before the head of the thing had gotten past her teeth, Amelia clenched them shut.
“Open your mouth,” Kharon commanded. “Now. I can think of worse ways to punish. Ways that will leave you bleeding for an eternity.”
Amelia’s teeth opened, and Rae shoved the false dick into her mouth until Amelia began to gag. Once it was inside, Kharon put one hand on Amelia’s head and the other on her chin, holding her mouth shut.
“Deeper,” he said. “She has amazing capacity.”
Rae pushed the phallus farther into Amelia’s throat.
“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling at Amelia’s bugging eyes and bloating cheeks. She was puking in her mouth, yellow fluid leaking out of the corners of her lips, but he wouldn’t let the mouth open to release it. Instead, he nodded at Rae.
“Pull the ring,” he said.
It seemed impossible, but at his command Amelia’s eyes opened even wider…
Rae slipped two fingers through the ring and looked once at Kharon’s face. His eyes glowed red in the low light. The blue of his veins made him look like a living statue. When she stared into his eyes, she felt like a schoolgirl with a crush again. Her knees trembled and parts of her grew instantly, heatedly moist. She would do anything for him. Anything.
Like kill a woman.
Especially a woman who had just been ready to puncture her own womb.
Rae felt the steel of revenge coil like a chain inside her spine, and the soft part of her that had been sickened by this just moments before was washed away. A smile of anticipation lit her face, and she stared at the bulging eyes of the gagging woman beneath her.
Rae pushed the phallus as deep as it would go into Amelia’s throat.
And pulled the ring.
The stifled scream echoed horribly through the room as Kharon finally released his hold on Amelia’s head. Blood poured with bile from her lips, but every time Amelia tried to shake her head to get Rae to remove the device, it only drove the nails through the soft skin of her tongue and throat deeper.
“She always enjoyed giving fellatio,” Kharon said. “Show us how you do it, Amelia.”
He was answered only by gurgling screeches.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, running cool fingernails down Rae’s spine. “Give it to her. Harder. Let her truly taste The Red at last.”
Rae pushed and pulled the thick phallus in and out of Amelia’s throat, but it barely moved. Kharon put his hand on hers and together they drove the deadly cock deeper. Rae felt her vision blur as his body touched hers and his hands worked her own. She barely noticed when the noise from the bloody wreck of a mouth below her stopped, because Kharon had begun to kiss her.
Their hands at last left the weapon lodged crazily in Amelia’s mouth, nails protruding in front of and behind her teeth. Amelia’s blood was shocking against Kharon’s skin, as Rae’s fingers left it smeared in trails across his chest. When he smiled, he looked less happy than hungry. He wanted more than just the violence. His eyes glowed in the low light, and he pushed Rae down to lie across the bellies of Peter and Amelia. She lay on a pillow of the dead as he followed, climbing above her and then bringing his hips close.
“Do you want to go farther?” he whispered, as he slipped inside her without any resistance. Rae opened herself to him as her fingernails clenched his back, wanting only to pull him closer.
Kharon covered and filled her, and in her head The Red melted to Black.
“Yes,” she gasped.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“There are three lessons you must learn,” Damia said. “And to teach you, we will give you three tasks. I don’t think that you will embrace these lessons, as your wife has. But you must get through them if you are going to see Rae again.”
The hermaphrodite led him down a dark hallway.
“Where are we going?” Mark asked.
“To your damnation,” Damia laughed. Her voice sounded like a girl’s giggle, but there was a deeper hint to it as well. The edgy grate of a ghoul’s seduction.
Mark watched the pale globes of her ass walk ahead of him. The grins of skull faces leered at him from her rear, their mouths shifting subtly as she walked. Her entire back was a maze of hellish images, interrupted and decorated by silver studs and rings that pierced her flesh. Thin chains dangled from the studs on her shoulders to hook on to the posts that protruded from the top of her ass. Mark supposed that she probably never wore clothes; they would catch and rip at all the metal on her skin. Damia was attractive; dangerously alluring. He felt himself responding to her exotic pull even as he swallowed repeatedly in fear of what was ahead. He wondered what evil he was being led into.
“Lead me not into temptation,” he mumbled.
Damia laughed uproariously. She/he turned and grabbed Mark’s cock with long white fingers, rubbing the tip of her fingernail across the top. “Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “You love the temptation. And we’re going to lead you into it, through it and beneath it.”
The hermaphrodite reached both hands around Mark’s neck and pulled his lips close to hers. “It’s the damnation you’re afraid of,” she said, as she moved against Mark, making him cringe inside. “And whether you see Rae again or not, you will be damned,” Damia said. She licked his lips.
“You want me right now, despite it all, don’t you?”
Mark gave the faintest nod, unable to deny it.
Damia squeezed his crotch once with her hand to confirm and then pushed herself away from him, still laughing.
