Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II

by Monica J. O'Rourke

  And he’d call again, she knew. The man who called himself Vlad—how quaint—wasn’t finished with her. She was sure of it.

  Gloria fingered the stacks of money, stroked it like a lover, inhaled its perfume.

  Fifty gees were no longer enough.

  But she also had to admit that she was intrigued on some level by what Vlad might offer next.

  *

  The terrible happened. Vlad didn’t call. Not the next day, nor the day after that. Two weeks passed, and then three, which eventually morphed into months, and Gloria gave up on ever hearing from him again.

  Poverty was a strong incentive for desperate moves. Her landlord had threatened eviction—she was months behind in her rent now—and she was blowing dealers for dime bags of pot. So she thought about the geeks and their giraffe and wondered if they’d hire her again. She couldn’t wait for Vlad any more.

  Their apartment, where they did most their filming outside of the barn, was a huge loft in the West Village, in an industrial area where they wouldn’t be disturbed by neighbors or police. The door was unlocked for her, as always, and she entered the building.

  “Here’s our star!” Jordan took her hands and pulled her inside the room. “How’ve you been, Gloria? We considered taking your advice but didn’t want to fuck the giraffe ourselves. Thanks for offering though.”

  She didn’t bother responding to that. Instead, she said, “So what’s the deal?”

  “Animal gangbang. Think you can handle it?”

  She shrugged and then nodded. “I’ve done worse.”

  Colin looked up from working on setting up the camera and laughed. “Worse? That I’d like to see.”

  “How much?” she asked.

  “Two thousand.”

  “Not enough. I need ten.”

  Jordan shook his head, flashed his charming (so he seemed to think) smile. “No way, Gloria.”

  Gloria waited before responding, knowing this stall tactic often made people uncomfortable. Jordan didn’t seem to care. “No one else on this planet will do the shit that I do. And you know you can’t turn back from here, can’t go back to simple doggy fucks. Your audience will never accept that.”

  His smile faltered. “Three thousand.”

  “Seven.”

  “Five. Final offer.”

  Gloria nodded. “Five.” She was playing with him. She’d do a few things with the animals but would hold off a bit. There was a lot more money than five thousand dollars to be had—these guys were making a fortune off of her. Time to share the wealth.

  Jordan took her hand and led her across the room. Gloria had already heard the various noises coming from this side of the loft, so she had a general idea of what sort of animals were back here. A pack of dogs? A cow? She wondered how they managed to get their hands on these animals. How was she supposed to fuck a cow? Maybe they’d just have her play with the teats or something.

  “Start off with the dogs,” Jordan said. He went over to the dog kennel and released three of them onto the set.

  Several cameras had been mounted on tripods, and Colin went around the set, checking them all.

  “Let me know when you’re set,” Jordan said to Colin. To Gloria: “Time to get undressed. Right?”

  She rolled her eyes, nodded. Ready as she’d ever be, she supposed. She was way past the point of modesty or embarrassment, had been for two decades now. This was a job for her, nothing more.

  “Ready,” Colin said. All cameras were running, catching the set from various angles.

  “Get in there,” Jordan said. “Do your stuff.”

  “Anything specific?”

  He shook his head. “Just see if you can get into a gangbang with them. Try to take as many at once as you can.”

  Gloria entered the set and knelt beside the dogs, two German shepherds and a Doberman. She just hoped they wouldn’t rip her apart trying to get at her.

  One of the shepherds entered her from behind, and at the same time she reached the Doberman’s cock and took it into her throat, bobbing up and down on it. The dog seemed confused and tried to pull away, but Gloria held tight and followed him as he backed up. The dog fucking her from behind slid out of her snatch and mounted her again, wrapping his paws around her abdomen. The second shepherd was kneeling below Gloria, sniffing her crotch, his tongue licking her clitoris. He seemed to be trying to find a way into the middle of all the fucking. His paw batted at her thigh and he whined.

  “Beautiful,” Jordan mumbled. “You’re so good at this. Keep going.”

  The shepherd fucking her from behind came inside her and pulled away. She released the Doberman, his cock rigid, the dog not yet satisfied. The Doberman ran behind her and straddled her, but she moved before he could enter, moved to the shepherd that had been trying to get her attention, and took his cock in her mouth. The Doberman was finally able to enter her from behind. The shepherd in her mouth didn’t seem to care what hole he was fucking and started to thrust his hips, fucking her mouth.

  The dog came in her throat, and he ran off. The Doberman was still going at it, and Gloria realized she was going to cum as well. She managed to orgasm right before the animal shot his load, and she moaned and bucked, and Colin and Jordan whooped and laughed.

  The Doberman pulled out and ran off with the other dogs to the other side of the loft.

  “God damn,” Colin said. “How’d you learn to do that? Bring out the cow. Just lick the cow’s pussy and suck its teats for the camera.”

  Gloria knelt beneath the huge bovine and stuck her face up into its sweaty snatch.

  “No. Not like that! We can’t get a shot like that. You’ll have to lick it from behind.”

  Gloria scowled but knelt behind the cow and began lapping at its swollen pink labia. The cow moaned and shuddered as Gloria lapped at its clitoris, bringing it closer and closer to orgasm.

  “It’s about to cum! Stick your tongue in its ass!”

  Gloria dragged her tongue from cunt to ass-crack in one deft motion and the cow trembled and convulsed as it climaxed. It backed up trying to force Gloria’s tongue deeper into its rectum but knocked her onto her ass instead.

  The geeks laughed.

  Gloria glared up from the floor at them. “Can I have a towel or something?” she snapped.

  Colin tossed her a towel. “Sorry.”

  “I need a break,” Gloria said.

  “All right, and then we’ll do some more. Okay? We just acquired some new … uh … creatures. We’re eager to try them out. ”

  “Do you have any coke?”

  “Sure.” Colin reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic vial. He then added a small pink pill to it from another pocket and dumped them both into Gloria’s outstretched palm.

  “Here’s a hit of Xstasy too. It’ll really get you going.”

  Gloria scooped the cocaine out of the plastic vial with one long, garishly painted plastic nail and shoveled it into her nostril. She then dry swallowed the Xstasy. The combination of the two sent an immediate jolt through her nervous system and nearly counteracted the effects of the heroin. There was so much speed cut into that tab of X that Gloria could feel her heartbeat gallop like a fucking racehorse. Every nerve in her body came alive. The humid air crawled over her skin and the air conditioning fought to beat it back. The two sensations were somehow arousing. She knew that it was just the effects of the X magnified by the cocaine but suddenly she was ready to fuck. She wished she had one of her former male co-stars to mount her. Someone like Lance Mannion with his beautiful nine-inch ramrod or even one of those fresh-faced up-and-cumming starlets who’d always been so eager to lick her well-worn twat for more airtime. Instead, she would have to content herself with whatever farm animals the geeks had lined up for her. Right now she didn’t even care. She was so horny all she wanted to do was get fucked by something.

  “That sure got her going. That’s some great fucking X, ain’t it? My cousin makes the stuff himself. He’s a chemistry major at Princ
eton. He said all the chem students sit around all day trying to see who can make the strongest designer drugs. I can get you more if you like it.”

  “Yeah, get me more.” Gloria’s eyes had glazed over with want and she had already slipped a hand down between her naked thighs to finger her suddenly swollen clitoris.

  “Man, incredible! We need to pass that stuff out at the nightclubs. We’ll start orgies everywhere we go.” Colin smiled and shook his head. “Okay, let’s get her in there with the worms.”

  “Worms?” Gloria looked up.

  “Oh, you’re going to love this, sweetheart. We got them from this exotic animal dealer. He only handles rare and endangered species. He’s the one who was going to get us the giraffe, and then yesterday he approaches us with these …”

  Jordan swung open the door and Gloria caught her breath. There was a large Jacuzzi—big enough to fit six people comfortably—in the middle of the room. Within it seethed huge serpentine creatures slithering through the bubbles in slow peristaltic undulations. A humid stench wafted from the hot tub, clogging Gloria’s nostrils. It smelled like a septic tank, like some loathsome thing shat out from the bowels of the earth.

  There were nearly a dozen of them. Pale larval vermin covered in a sheen of greenish mucus that not even the steaming water seemed capable of washing away. At least five feet long, none seemed to have eyes, ears, or even a mouth. One end of the things contained an orifice that resembled a vagina and the other end contained a human-looking cock, complete with testicles. Midway between their bodies was a nest of little snake-like appendages that they were using to cling to each other during copulation. As Gloria watched, the creatures found each other again and again in the bubbling water, sliding their penises into one another’s vaginal orifices while simultaneously allowing themselves to be penetrated. An orgy of slithering slime-covered invertebrates fucking like sex-starved speed freaks. Had the eel-like creatures possessed backbones their corybantic thrusts would have snapped them in two.

  “The fuck are those?”

  “How the hell should I know? The guy just called them worms. Said they came from the center of the earth or some shit.”

  “I’m not getting in there with those things! They’ll … they’ll eat me alive or something.”

  “They don’t even have mouths. I don’t even know how they eat.” Colin stared into the hot tub and scratched his head, a perplexed expression on his chubby, pockmarked face. “Look, you wanted ten thousand? You get in there and fuck those worms and we’ll give you ten thousand. As much as we paid for them, we’re not about to let them go to waste. Here—have another hit of X to loosen you up.”

  Jordan reached into his pocket and withdrew another magic vulva-pink capsule. Gloria could tell by the pathetic bulge in his paisley shorts that he was eager to find out what those things were going to do to her.

  Gloria tossed the pill down her throat. She didn’t really need it; she was already horny as hell, but she wanted to be beyond horny, past caring. She wanted to be a mindless animal when she did what she knew she was about to do, what they all knew she would do: take the money and fuck the worms.

  Gloria climbed into the hot tub.

  They swarmed her. Tiny tentacles slithered across her breasts, thighs, buttocks, stomach, throat … tickling and probing, looking for ways inside of her. One of the unctuous vermin wrapped its wiry appendages around her waist and entered her from behind, the lubrication oozing from its skin easily allowing its man-sized cock to slide into her distended asshole, thrusting in rapid-fire strokes that only the horniest teenaged sex-fiend could have mimicked. Another entered her vagina, ramming up into her with the same relentless enthusiasm as the creature pounding in and out of her asshole. Still another wrapped itself around her face and began fucking her throat so vigorously that Gloria nearly drowned as she gasped for air and thanked god for the absence of a gag-reflex.

  She couldn’t see but could feel two more mucus-slickened cocks being thrust into her hands, which she began to masturbate. The worms didn’t last long—they came within minutes, filling her with a thick gooey tar that she assumed was some type of semen. They recovered quickly though, their erections resurrecting moments after each orgasm. No sooner did one ugsome vermin spill its seed, ejaculating a copious deluge of heavy bittersweet slime, when another rushed to fill its place.

  The creatures smelled like they lived on vomit and excrement. Gloria choked on the stench, tried to keep herself from regurgitating with one of their penises in her throat because she was pretty sure the worms would not pull out but would continue fucking her face. Besides, the second hit of X had kicked in, and all the attention she was getting from the worms was starting to build one hell of an orgasm within her.

  “Man, look at her go! She’s getting off on this shit. Those worms are fucking the shit out of her. We are going to make millions off this!”

  The digital video camera continued to record Gloria’s latest debasement.

  “This is like Fear Factor with one hell of a fucking twist! I wonder where that Vlad guy got these things?”

  Gloria heard the name and froze. She tried to speak but one of the worms was still thrusting deep into her esophagus with its man-sized cock. She grabbed hold of the thing and torn it off of her face, ripping its soft squishy body in two in the process and filling the tub with an inky red-black blood.

  “Who did y—”

  Before she could finish the question, another worm insinuated itself into her mouth. She bit down, severing its cock, and spit it into the tub. Blood sprayed from the ragged hole where the creature’s sex organ had been as it convulsed in agony, squealing a high pitched death-shriek. Where the noise was coming from, Gloria didn’t know—the damned things didn’t have any mouths.

  “Did you say Vl—”

  Another worm mounted her face and Gloria tore that one apart, too. She speared her fake nails into the worm wrapped around her waist and shredded its body. Its lower half continued to pump in and out of her weathered cunt as the rest of its body sank to the bottom of the tub. Gloria speared her fist up inside of herself, squashing the rest of the creature and scooping it out in handfuls of brackish goop. She then reached around to tear off the one still digging into her rectum. No sooner had she freed herself than all her holes were immediately filled again. Gloria attacked these as well, adding their cries to the symphony of terse shrieks echoing from the hot tub.

  The noise was like metal scraping bone. It made Gloria’s hairs stand on end. But there was almost a pattern to it. As if they were trying to speak. She could almost make out the words. But that had to have been in her head. Another side effect of the X? These filthy things couldn’t have been intelligent. They were just horny, mindless animals and she had to get them off of her. If they had gotten them from Vlad then they had to have been evil in some way.

  “What the fuck is she doing? She’s killing them!” Jordan covered his ears to drown out the pealing screams of the dying worms.

  “Maybe we can edit this part out. We’ve got plenty of film from the beginning to make a great movie,” Colin said as he stared at the carnage taking place in the Jacuzzi.

  “Just keep filming. I know people who’ll pay extra for this shit. You ever hear about those perverts with the bug-squashing fetish? They’d kill to see a woman fuck and then smash a worm.”

  “Man, Jordan you’re one sick sonofabitch. You’ve got all the angles covered.” Colin looked up at his twisted little anemic friend with an expression of near reverence.

  The worms had been completely decimated. Blood, thick black semen, and whitish gray chunks of wormflesh clung to her as she rose from the blood-red pool like Aphrodite rising from the sea foam. She was breathing hard and her eyes were wild with panic as she lunged toward Colin and Jordan, seizing both geeks by their polo shirts and pulling them closer.

  “You said Vlad gave you those things? Bill Vlad? Do you mean Bill Vlad?”

  “Yeah. Why? You know that weirdo? Let me guess
. You fucked him, right? What’s he like, one of those Ron Jeremy types? A big fat dorky guy with a yard-long cock?”

  “Where is he then? Why isn’t he here?”

  “He didn’t want to be here. He just made us promise to give him a copy of the tape so he could sell a few copies himself. Why? Who is this guy?”

  “Nobody. Just give me my fucking money and get me the fuck out of here.” Gloria grabbed her clothes and began pulling them on over the tacky crimson and black effluence still coating her skin. She was pretty sure they wouldn’t be asking for blowjobs tonight. Colin and Jordan looked as if they were about to lose their lunch. She snatched the wad of cash out of Jordan’s hand and stormed toward the front door.

  “Hey wait! We’ve still got that giraffe thing going! I’m telling you, that would absolutely make your career.”

  “This is not a fucking career!” Gloria shrieked. Tears streaked her face, and she suddenly felt as if the world were closing in on her. Something about Bill Vlad, knowing that he was involved in what she’d just been put through. It freaked her out. She felt haunted. Trapped.

  “I don’t know what the fuck this is—” She looked back at the overflowing Jacuzzi, at the bubbling waters that had turned completely black. Something broke the surface of the water and slipped silently below the murky waves. A shudder shivered up her spine.

  “But this is not a career.” She slammed the door and sprinted to the subway without looking back.

  *

  The money was going fast. Gloria was getting stuck deeper and deeper in a cycle of damnation and chemical oblivion from which she could see no possible way of extricating herself. Fuck something hideous and terrible. Get money. Get high. Run out of money. Get sick. Fuck something more hideous and terrible. A self-perpetuating downward spiral.