Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II

by Monica J. O'Rourke

  He pulled her back and lifted her above his head, throwing her across the altar. She smashed into a frieze of Jesus’ Last Supper, stained glass shattering, fragments spraying the air and littering the floor.

  She fell to her knees, chunks of glass jutting from her skin, her face a ruined mess, her head a bloody pulp. After a moment of trying to stand she collapsed to the floor, the effort too great, the pain too intense.

  Then the screams began.

  Gloria tried to look but every movement was agony. “Please, Vlad,” she tried to say but wasn’t sure what came out of her mouth.

  Something came rolling up the aisle toward her. It bounced off the column and settled a few feet from her side. This one a boy, a teenager, peach fuzz just beginning to show. Rough shreds of skin was all that remained of his neck, and his eyes were huge, the terror of his death trapped for all eternity in the expression of those eyes.

  There was commotion all around her, people begging for mercy, screams of terror and pain. Try as she might she couldn’t lift her head, couldn’t put a face to all that carnage.

  Then the room grew silent, save for the steady quiet plinking of something wet dripping off the marble altar.

  Gloria fought against the pain and struggled to her feet, her body finally beginning to regenerate, to slowly heal. She scanned the church for signs of life and found none. Body parts were scattered everywhere, and blood coated the altar like a fresh paint job, dripping off the railings, smeared across frescos and friezes and statues of saints. The painting of St. John the Baptist suddenly took on a whole new meaning. Everyone was dead. Her defiance had cost all of their lives and if she knew anything about how the afterlife worked, then they were all now burning in the Lake of Fire, waiting for some perverted demon to pluck them out of that burning vat of liquefied flesh and molten earth to make them his playthings for the rest of time. No one deserved that.

  “You made me ruin my suit. I’m going to take that out of your ass..”

  Vlad’s features relaxed and remolded themselves back into that ridiculous corpulent body with the red hair and handlebar moustache. He was naked and sporting an erection.

  He licked his fat, slimy lips and squeezed the head of his cock until a teardrop of black cum dribbled from the tip. Gloria shivered and her stomach rolled in revulsion. She took that as a good sign. There was a time when the thought of sucking his chubby little cock or taking it in either of her other two orifices would not have fazed her in the least. All she would have been worried about was how much money she’d get for doing it and how much heroin or meth that money would buy. She continued staring at Vlad, who was still stroking his rigid organ, milking more of that hellish black cum from the swollen gland, leering obnoxiously and sliding his tongue out from between his lips until it hung down past his chin. Gloria turned away and a chill raced up her spine.

  “Come here!”

  This is the last time. This is the last time I will let anyone humiliate me, the last time I will let anyone hurt me and victimize me. This is the last time.

  Gloria’s anus continued to stretch, her viscous black blood leaking down her thighs as Vlad’s organ grew inside her, each thrust lacerating tissue fiber and rupturing capillaries.

  She had laughed when he’d first pulled the thumb-sized nub from his pants and ordered her to bend over and take it in her ass. She had thought it was a joke. She could have taken four cocks that size at once, even when she’d been human. But then it had begun to swell … and once it was inside her it had continued to swell. Lengthening and thickening more and more each time he pounded it into her bowels. His penis was already the size of a chair leg and though Gloria could feel her flesh tear and chafe she marveled at how little pain there was, or rather, how much agony her demon form could endure. The pain was excruciating but not unbearable. She wondered if there was any pain, anything, that this body could not withstand.

  She felt her hip joints pop out of their sockets and her pelvic bone crack as Vlad’s tumescent organ swelled to the length and thickness of a man’s leg. Vlad’s animalistic grunts and snarls and the long ropes of saliva drooling from his blubbery lips down her back were far worse than the pain. Vlad’s hairy stomach was propped up on her ass, where he’d hoisted it out of the way so that he could worm his oily little cock between her perfectly sculpted ass cheeks.

  Gloria could hear Vlad’s bones popping, his sinews and ligaments stretching and pulling, tearing and snapping, the flesh ripping as Vlad began to reshape himself. Gloria felt Vlad’s cock shift inside of her, wriggling up through her intestines as if it had a mind of its own. Blood sprayed from her lips as he thrust again, battering her organs. More saliva dripped onto her back, down her arms and chest as she knelt on all fours, grimacing and crying out as Vlad’s mega-phallus dug a tunnel into her lower intestines.

  She felt Vlad’s tongue like a giant worm slithering over the back of her neck, wrapping around her throat and licking her cheek, leaving a trail of slime as it lapped at the salty tears weeping from the corners of her eyes. Gloria screamed as Vlad’s unctuous tongue wormed its way into her mouth. Her cries were choked off as it slid down her throat and began to thrust in and out of her, fucking her mouth even as his cock tore through her rectum. More tears dripped from Gloria’s eyes as she felt Vlad shudder and howl, his body jerking and thrashing as he reached orgasm. Sharp gnarled claws raked at her back, exposing her spine. His thick molten seed exploded inside of her, burning her insides like liquid fire.

  Vlad withdrew from Gloria’s rectum and she collapsed and curled into a fetal position. His cock slithered out of her anus like a serpent, trailing blood, semen and excrement. Gloria kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see whatever it was he had become as he wiped his cock off on her forehead. He shook his rapidly diminishing organ and drops of blood and semen splattered her face in thick pudding-like dollops that left burning trails down her face, corroding her flesh like acid.

  “Ummm. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long, long time,” he moaned.

  Never again, Gloria thought once more. Never-a-fucking-gain.

  Her inky eyes swirled with colors as she stared at Vlad, watching his body reshape into its normal nauseating form. Whatever demon he became when angered or aroused looked like some cross between a pig and buffalo, with the teeth and claws of a reptile. She didn’t want to see it again. Not until she could figure out how to kill it. There had to be a way. There had to be a way to send his sick perverted ass right back to hell.

  “Get dressed, bitch. We’ve got a world to conquer.”

  Part VI

  Gloria grabbed the boy’s head and thrust it deeper between her legs. “If you stop licking my pussy I’ll crush your head like an egg.”

  “I’ll never stop. Never, mistress.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

  Gloria tried to forget her own pain as one of her many acolytes knelt between her thighs, sucking and licking her engorged clit as she shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. She had no idea where Vlad got them from but there seemed to be no end to them. They would walk into the lair that Vlad had constructed for her—a gaudy parlor of inverted gold crosses and platinum pentagrams hung on red and black velvet, and silk covered walls—and drop to their knees in awe. She would make them perform acts of worship to prove their devotion to hell, things she would invent to amuse herself. And without hesitation they would do anything she asked.

  And then she would kill them and send their souls straight to hell.

  They came from all walks of life and every corner of the globe. Young, old, white, black, Spanish, Asian, Middle Eastern, Pacific Islanders, from the rich and powerful to the destitute and desperate, they all adored her. Gloria began to enjoy the things they could do for her, the humiliation and pain they willingly endured in her honor.

  The twenty-something with the washboard abs, blond hair, muscular arms and chest and handsome features whose face was buried in her cunt was the son of a US Congressman. The thirty-sev
en-year-old Saudi Arabian man with the piercing eyes and olive, sun-baked skin who was kneeling behind her, rimming her asshole with his tongue, was an Arab prince from one of the richest oil producing countries in the world. Here they were all equal.

  A white-haired man in a blue pinstriped suit walked with his arm draped affectionately, proprietarily around Vlad’s shoulders like someone who was used to being the most powerful person in the room. He had an Italian accent, and when he smiled it looked almost as deadly as Vlad’s shark-toothed grin. He took one look at Gloria and all the color left his face.

  “Oh my God! I-I thought you were kidding. What is she? She … she’s beautiful! I’ve got to have her. How much do you want for her?”

  Vlad chomped on the cigar that seemed to perpetually hang from his lips. “She’s not for sale. She’s as close to a god as you’re ever going to see on Earth. You don’t own her. She owns you.”

  “Nobody owns me,” the Italian said, indignant, his chest puffing up.

  “Then you’re in the wrong place.” Gloria’s voice clearly startled him. It had a deep gravelly quality and echoed as if it had been run through a synthesizer. The white-haired man’s jaw hung open as he stared at her, not knowing what to say. Gloria locked eyes with his, and blue lightening flashed in her black eyes. The man involuntary took an step backward and then steeled himself and stepped forward again. He lifted his head defiantly to meet Gloria’s gaze.

  Gloria clamped onto the congressman’s son’s head between her thighs and reached back to push the prince’s tongue deeper into her ass. The man never took his eyes off Gloria as another orgasm ripped through her.

  “I want her.” The white-haired man began to undress. He quickly dropped his pants and shrugged out of his silk boxers. He smiled, clearly proud of himself as he unveiled an erection that was nearly ten inches long.

  Gloria growled. “Put it away!”

  Vlad stepped forward. “Gloria!”

  She ignored him and continued to lock eyes with the white-haired Italian man. “I said put it away, or I’ll tear it off your fucking body!”

  The man wisely decided against arguing with the demon and quickly reached for his pants. His face flushed red. “Okay, fine, I’ll put it away.”

  “Wait. Forget the pants.”

  “But you said to put it away!” The man was suddenly deflated, his arrogance and self-assurance gone.

  “Stick it in there,” she said. “In Blond Boy over there.” She pointed to the naked ass of the congressman’s son.

  “I’m no fucking homo!”

  “You’re either a homo or a corpse!” She raised one taloned hand and flexed her fingers. The Italian turned to look at Vlad, who had stepped away from him and was smiling mischievously, clearly amused. The Italian looked back at Gloria. She smiled, revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth.

  Blond Boy lifted his head from between Gloria’s thighs and screamed as the Italian eased his enormous cock into the man’s ass. Gloria pushed Blond Boy’s face back into her sopping wet pussy. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re not done yet.”

  She turned around to look at Vlad, who was staring back at her with a look of almost scientific curiosity. She watched impassively as the Italian gentleman slammed his cock in and out of Blond Boy with increasing ferocity, staring at Gloria in terror while the boy continued licking Gloria’s pussy. Blond Boy grunted with each thrust of the Italian’s cock but didn’t dare stop licking Gloria’s grape-sized clit. The Arab prince continued eagerly eating her asshole like he was licking icing from a cake bowl.

  “My star pupil,” Vlad crooned, his voice grating on Gloria’s nerves, a goddamned gnat buzzing around her ear. He circled her—them—and made ridiculous noises, little chirps and whoops as if encouraging them. As if they needed encouraging.

  Not that she minded an audience, but something about Vlad’s persistent need to be a fucking voyeur at every turn grated on her nerves. Besides, he was screwing up her concentration, which would ultimately screw up her orgasms. And that in itself was pissing her off.

  “Don’t you have some virgin to eviscerate?” Gloria snapped at Vlad, pulling away from the lapping tongues and moving flat onto her back on the ornate Persian rug. The Italian finished butt fucking Blond Boy and pulled away, looking embarrassed and out of his depth.

  She tried to ignore Vlad. She had more interesting things to attend to. “Gentlemen,” she said, “I didn’t say we were done.”

  She sat up and stroked the Italian’s cock until it began to stiffen in her hand. She sucked the rim, and her tongue licked the shaft until he was hard enough to be interesting again. “You wanted me? You wanted to fuck me?”

  The Italian nodded slowly, cautiously, terrified.

  “Well, I’ve been fucked quite enough by men like you. Men with power. Men who take and never give a fucking thing in return but pain.” She leaned in close until her black eyes were peering directly into his. “Well, I do all the fucking here. I give all the pain. But I’ll give you one shot, one shot to make everything right, to leave here with your life. If that precious cock of yours can make me cum I’ll let you live. But if you don’t, I’ll hurt you worse than any human being has ever suffered on earth or in hell. And this is not your decision to make. You either do it or you die. You’re in because I say you’re in. Now… you may fuck your goddess.”

  She smiled wide, revealing all of her razor sharp teeth, as much a threat as an expression of joy. Gloria was loving this, exalting in her new power.

  Is this what hell will be like with my new Masters? The power to punish all those men who hurt me and all those who have hurt so many women like me? The power to control them, to destroy them? I could learn to love this.

  The Italian moved between her thighs but she pushed him back. “You’ll have to be more creative that that. We need room down there.”

  She gestured at the Saudi prince, but he seemed confused. “What should I do?” he asked, looking from her to the other men.

  “Do me,” she said. “And you’d better be good or I’ll rip your fucking head off.”

  He eased between her legs but she shoved him back as well. “What the hell is wrong with you people? Can’t you figure this out? A bunch of inexperienced assholes!”

  She pushed the prince to his knees and pulled him down, moving him onto his side, and she slid a few inches toward him until he finally caught on. From his sideways angle on the floor he shoved his cock inside her, draping one leg across her thighs. He leaned up on his arm for leverage and his free hand explored her tits, squeezing roughly, overeager, awed.

  She looked up at the Italian and gestured, hoping he would finally catch on. She’d hate to have to kill him before he got her off. Finally he seemed to get the message because he sat beside her, his legs splayed in front of him. Slowly he inched toward her, his enormous cock bobbing, until he maneuvered beneath the prince’s legs and thrust his enormous hard-on inside her ass.

  She threw back her head and relaxed against the floor, arms outstretched over her head. Blond Boy stood above them stroking his cock.

  “Don’t waste it,” she said. “Stick that thing somewhere.”

  He knew better than to try to get a blowjob from Gloria. The Italian’s ass was flush against the floor, so Blond Boy crawled behind the prince, who was lying prone beside Gloria. The prince didn’t look too happy but was clearly more afraid to refuse. Blond Boy parted the prince’s ass cheeks and probed the man’s asshole with spit-slick fingers until he found the leverage he needed, until the man’s hole was wet enough to fuck. He shoved his cock inside the prince’s virgin ass and the man howled in pain, his face pinched and distorted.

  “Harder!” Gloria yelled, and they picked up the pace as if one unit, each man fucking harder, grunting and panting, the thrusting out of rhythm, exciting Gloria even more. The prince’s grip on her tit grew tighter with every thrust up his ass until she thought he might rip it from her body, an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain until Glo
ria began to pulsate with orgasm after orgasm.

  Vlad hovered over her head, and she’d forgotten he was even in the room. She was experiencing such incredible waves of pleasure she couldn’t have spoken if she’d wanted to. She didn’t give a shit anymore if he stayed and watched.

  Instead, he dropped a small brown bag on the floor by her head. “A little treat,” he said. “For ol’ time’s sake.” Then he disappeared.

  Before she even opened the bag she could sense what was inside. Knew the familiar series of rattles, knew the smell of something entirely odorless, would recognize the weight and feel of that fucking little bag the moment she touched it. And god help her, she was salivating.

  Cocks were pounding every orifice yet she no longer felt a thing. She’d gone completely numb, resistant to the feelings of her lovers, her fuckers, to their touches, their attempts to bring pleasure.

  All she knew was the contents of that bag.

  In fact, these motherfuckers were now just an annoyance, in the way of her real pleasure.

  “Get off!” she howled, jumping up and moving so lightning fast, so fiercely that her movements severed body parts. The prince backed away screaming, blood gushing from his dickless crotch, his quickly withering penis still dangling from Gloria’s snatch. He stared down at his sexless groin and moaned, a long, sorrowful sound, his eyes bulging in disbelief as his hands reached down to staunch the flow of blood.

  Gloria rolled her eyes, sickened by the noise pouring out of this moron’s mouth and threw back her arm, delivering a blow to his jugular that crushed his windpipe, bits of bone splintering into his throat, spiking out the back of his head. The force of her strike was so powerful his eyeball popped out and flew across the room, leaving a gaping hole in his dead face that dripped aqueous ulcerous liquid and gristly strands of retinal fibers. He dropped to his knees, still clutching his neutered crotch and landed on his face with a sickening crunch as his nose exploded beneath the force of his body, chunks of cartilage shattering his brain.