The five-inch blade jabbed forward, piercing one of Stacy’s breasts. She wheeled backward, shocked, and tripped. Kat dove down upon her, blade slashing. Stacy flailed and kicked but ultimately Kat stabbed her enough times—seemingly a hundred thrusts—that when the struggle eased, slicing her throat seemed anticlimactic.
“Fucking bitch deserved it,” Mandy said. “I fucking hated that fucking cunt.”
“Breeders. Only good for two things. Breeding …”
“And killing.”
“Word.”
“Let’s crucify her ass.”
“Soon. But first there’s something I want to do.” She used the knife to start sawing away at the dead classmate’s extended belly.
“Fuck, dude,” Brad said. “I’m so going to fucking puke.”
“Here it is,” Kat said, pulling the dead fetus from Stacy’s carcass. Kat held the corpse high.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I believe I’ll shove it in Vicky’s cunt and tell her she’s pregnant. Now help me move this body.”
A blood trail spread across the floor as they dragged Stacy’s corpse over to the inverted cross to crucify. They used more of the rope to start stringing the body to the cross. Kat told Brad to strip down and help them lift the heavy body.
“There, done,” Brad said, admiring their handiwork. “What a fucking trip.”
“Sacrilege nearly complete,” Kat said. Her eyes glanced over at a struggling padre, and Mandy, following them, smirked. “Only one thing left.” Kat dropped to her knees and took Brad’s dangling penis into her mouth.
Mandy joined her best friend on her knees in a pool of blood and took turns sucking Brad’s cock and nuzzling his scrotum. His penis rose to the occasion. Mandy watched as her boyfriend slid into the slick folds of Kat’s wet pussy, enjoying seeing the ecstasy on his face.
Mandy licked blood from Kat’s lips, her nipples, her breasts. She fingered her anus, urging Brad to penetrate her as well. He did, and Kat called out, “Lucifer, oh Unholy One, we desecrate this temple in Your name, oh Lucifer. We desecrate for You, we kill for You, and we fuck for You! Hail Lucifer!”
“Hail Lucifer!” Mandy and Brad chanted.
“Come for me,” Mandy urged. “Come for Lucifer!”
Brad grunted through his climax, leaving his seed buried inside Mandy’s anal vault. Kat sucked the semen from Mandy’s ass and spat the load in the Father’s face. “We don’t like breeders, and we sure as hell don’t like you or your pathetic god.”
CEREMONY OF SIMULATED BIRTH
“… What is your name, child?” Ceremonial Father asked.
“My name isn’t important. I come here ready to bear children for Lucifer.”
“What makes you worthy to push his unholy brood out your cunt?”
“I am not worthy to bear children for any god, for I am but a lowly whore. But it would be my honor to bring forth Lucifer’s children into this god-forsaken world.”
“You are nothing, inconsequential, what could you possibly have to offer us? To offer Lucifer?”
“I offer my body and soul to do with as you wish. My only hope is to service Lucifer’s attendants and bring forth Lucifer’s spawn to help increase our numbers and to provide sacrifices to Him. I am expert in pleasure and willing to endure any pain.”
“Do you pleasure your Guardian Father?”
“Yes, Ceremonial Father, I do.”
“No female is worthy of breeder status for Lucifer but He allows select whores to be used for this purpose nonetheless. If Lucifer deems you fit, you will already be carrying a child. Is that the case, whore, are you ready to deliver today?”
“Yes, Ceremonial Father, I carry Lucifer’s spawn. When I woke this morning there was a lump inside me. I know it belongs to Him, and that it wants to be delivered immediately.”
“Disrobe, child. Sit. Ceremonial Mother shall determine your present condition. Ceremonial Mother, please deliver the spawn, if indeed it is present.”
“Yes, there’s something up that nasty slit of hers. Push it, child. Push that thing out your body … You’s a breeder, after all. Look, girl.”
“It’s a rat. A fucking rat. Get it out, get it out!”
“You’s got to push that dead rat out your cunt, bitch. Push it out.”
“… Keep that fucking thing away from me …”
“Child, Lucifer has seen fit to give you what you ask for—His spawn. And yet you toss it away not wanting it. It pleases Lucifer that you are so ready to please him, yet so willing to discard your own spawn. You are not worthy but you may prove useful as a breeder. Only the lowliest of whores shall be cursed with a live human birth. Keep that in mind, child, and perhaps someday you will be called upon to participate in the Ceremony of Insemination. Now cover thyself and begone!”
“Hail Lucifer!”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Crisp, cool sheets covered her unclothed body. Mandy stirred beneath them, reveling in a late-morning semi-sleep. From the en suite bathroom a sweet sound of showering water prompted her to higher consciousness. She rolled left. Mrs. Henning’s feminine scent clung to the pillow like a memory. A very decadent memory, indeed.
Mandy rolled right, onto Mr. Henning’s pillow. A musky ghost awaited her there.
She recalled having spent the night in their bed, remembered the follow-up fun again this morning before drifting back to sleep.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Mandy told Mrs. Henning when she stepped into the room drying her heavy breasts.
“Good morning.”
Mandy eased the sheet back, running fingers between her thighs. “Care to join me?”
“Wish I could,” Mrs. Henning said, “but we had our fun, now I have errands to run.”
Mandy pouted.
“Be a dear, though, help your darling sister with her chores. She has so many, I shudder to think she won’t finish them.”
“No problem.”
“You’re such a godsend.”
“Thank you. Is Mr. Henning around?”
“Oh, no. He left ages ago. Business to attend to.”
“On the weekend?”
Mrs. Henning, pulling on a dress, said, “He’s always busy.”
Mandy supposed he was. She watched her lover dress, and then she lounged in bed until she heard Mrs. Henning leave the house and drive away.
God damn you, Mandy thought, rising out of bed. She stepped into panties, pulled on her T-shirt from the night before and marched down the hall to Amy’s room. The closed door didn’t slow her down. She burst through it to find Amy waking from the noise.
“What’s your problem?” Amy said.
“You.” Mandy crossed the room and grabbed Amy by a disheveled pigtail and tugged her out of bed. “Wake the fuck up and get to work. You have chores to do and I’m not fucking helping you this time.”
“Okay, okay. Chill the fuck out.”
“Don’t tell me to chill the fuck out.”
“Geez. Let go of me.” Amy rubbed sleep from her eyes. “I need to pee.”
“So, go pee.”
“I also need a smoke and something to eat. You don’t expect me to work on an empty stomach, do you?”
“Fine,” she said. “You’ll start immediately after breakfast.”
“I want biscuits, eggs, hash browns, chocolate milk …”
“Sounds wonderful—you best get hopping.”
* * *
Amy ate honey-sweetened organic oats in soy milk, Mandy smoked a Marlboro and drank acai juice.
“You really need to step it up a notch,” Mandy told Amy.
“How so?”
“You’ve been slacking on your chores, and I’m not going to help you anymore.”
“We’ll see about that,” Amy muttered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“I’m sick of your fucking attitude. You’re a little fucking smart-ass and I’m sick to death of it.”
; “I wish.”
“Huh?”
“Sick to death. I wish you were sick to death of it.”
“You think you’re some tough tramp, eh? Well, I’ve got news for you. You’re about as tough as a piece of wet toilet tissue.”
“You don’t know anything. Besides, like I care what you think. I’m sick of you doing my chores.”
Mandy stubbed out her cigarette, contemplated lighting another. “What are you talking about, me doing your chores?”
“Fucking Daddy. That’s supposed to be my job, while you do all the grunt work.”
“Believe me,” Mandy smirked, “I grunt plenty.”
“Shut up, you know what I mean. Give me a cigarette.”
“Get your own.”
“I will.” Amy put her cereal bowl in the sink and headed up the stairs.
“Wait a sec. Put that in the dishwasher.”
“After I smoke.”
Ugh. That little bitch … Mandy thought. She wanted to strangle her.
* * *
After her chores were done, Mandy retired downstairs to the living room with an erotic novel and her pack of cigarettes. About a half hour later, the doorbell chimed.
“I’ll get it,” Amy said. She came flying down the stairs in her pajamas and nearly slipped and fell on her ass when she hit the foyer. From her vantage point, Mandy watched Amy answer the door.
“Hey, come in.”
“So …” Matt stepped inside, “you looking for reefer?”
“Right-handed and left-handed cigarettes.”
“No problemo, I got what you need.”
“Sweet.”
“How you wanna pay?”
“Like this …” Amy said, dropping to her knees.
“Hey,” Matt said, “you smoke it for the smokes. But if you wanna get fucked up, well, that’ll cost you a fuck.”
“Follow me,” Amy said, taking him by the hand.
“Whoa, hold up.” Mandy set her open book face-down, “You’re not finished with your chores and you’re not going to fuck around in your room—you’ll never get done.”
“Mind your business, Mandy,” Matt said. “This is no concern of yours.”
“The hell it isn’t. Amy has shit to do. If she doesn’t do it, I’ll have to do it, or I’ll be in deep shit. And I’ll tell you right now, I’m not doing it.”
“This will only take a minute,” Amy said.
Mandy couldn’t help but grin. To Matt, she said: “Is that true, stud?”
“Fuck no. I’ll go at least ten, get it hard again and I’ll go another fifteen. Shit.”
Mandy thought about her dwindling pack of cigarettes, how getting high on a lazy Sunday afternoon might be fun, not to mention that she had yet to fuck Matt, although she had sucked him off a few times for a pack of cigarettes.
“Deal,” Mandy said, taking Matt’s hand from Amy, “I want tobacco and weed.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Matt said.
“The hell you do. I called him—he’s mine,” Amy said.
“You can do him after your chores are done.”
“Girls, girls, I don’t have much on me.”
“That’s fine,” Mandy said. “Enough for me.”
“You bitch,” Amy said, pinching Mandy’s arm.
“You twat.” Mandy slapped her face.
Within seconds each had hands on the other’s throat.
“Break it up,” Matt said. “Damn. There’s plenty of me to go around.”
“Whatever,” Mandy said. “As long as I go first.”
“You’re a fucking cunt and I hope you fucking die, you fucking bitch-ass pain in the ass.”
“Seriously,” Matt said with a motivating swat to Amy’s ass, “run along now. We’ll have our fun later.”
“I hate you and I’m gonna kill you in your sleep,” Amy said.
“Promises, promises. Do your work and maybe I’ll let you suck your daddy’s dick when he comes home.”
Amy hurled obscenities at Mandy as she led Matt up to her room.
“How do you make any money giving everything away for sex?” Mandy asked.
“Believe it or not, some chicks actually pay with cash.”
“Shit. Must be nice.”
Matt shrugged. “I mostly break even, but I can’t complain.”
“Tell me, Matt, do you like to slip it in the back door?” Mandy whispered, pressing against him as she shut her bedroom door.
* * *
Mandy clicked Send to submit the nasty email she had typed to Brad. Of all her conquests, Brad remained her favorite. Tomorrow night she would see him again, a prospect that brought her much joy. As she puffed her cigarette Mandy reflected on the intimacies she had experienced during her time with the Henning family. Mandy’s memory remained fuzzy regarding the early days, including the initial move, here to this home. She did, however, look fondly on the times spent with Amy, sharing each other’s bed, exploring bodies, bringing each other the type of gratification only siblings could bring.
Except now she couldn’t stand the little bitch. In fact, she wanted to wring her freaking neck.
It was nearly midnight, with school tomorrow. Mandy shut the computer down and went to her bedroom. A moment later she crawled under the sheets in the buff and drifted off to sleep …
An instant later she stirred at the sound of a creaking door. Mandy, half expecting Mr. or Mrs. Henning to slip into her bed, simply lay there, hand gravitating between her legs. Her eyes shot wide open, though, when hands grabbed her around the neck.
“Die, bitch,” Amy said, throttling her.
Mandy tried to scream Fuck you but only gasps came out. She could feel herself turning blue, her larynx crushing from the brutal force the girl somehow commanded. Mandy struggled and managed to kick her away.
“You’re ruining my life,” Amy exclaimed, coming at Mandy with fingers like claws. “I’ll kill you and get another sister.”
Mandy, gasping for breath, warded off Amy’s second assault with the bat of an arm. But before she knew it, both had hands wrapped around the other’s throat, kicking, biting, spitting, until they came crashing to the floor.
“God damn it,” a man cursed. “You damn girls stop this instant.”
Neither girl stopped for fear of losing ground in a life-or-death battle with the other.
They rolled across the floor, choking each other, until, suddenly, Mr. Henning tore Amy out of Mandy’s grasp and tossed her bodily against the door.
“Stop. Now.”
“I’ll fucking kill her,” Amy promised.
“Not if I kill you first,” Mandy said.
“Amy,” Mr. Henning barked, “go to your room.”
“Not till she’s dead.”
Mr. Henning wheeled on her, with an open palm. The slap cracked and sent her crashing to the floor in a sobbing heap.
“You do something about your pet,” Mandy said, “because I won’t live this way. Not any more.”
“God damn it, Amy,” Mr. Henning screamed, “we’re so close and you’re fucking it up.” He drove home the point with a kick in her ribs. “Go to your room, and if you ever lay a hand on Amanda again, I will sacrifice you myself.”
Mandy, breathing hard, said, “Thank you, Mr. H. I owe you one.”
“You certainly do,” he said. “Now kiss the serpent.”
Mandy’s eyes rolled into her head as she drifted away into never land …
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Amanda lurched awake.
Where am I? What time is it? she wondered.
A horrible taste filled her dry mouth and her throat was sore. A mild ache radiated from her anus. When she peered beneath the bed sheet she found herself naked, pubis shaved into a thin strip, and dry, tacky residue glued to her skin.
Panic struck her and she couldn’t recall the date. Then she realized where she was. A voice singing in the shower tipped her off: Mr. and Mrs. Henning’s bedroom. She feared the worst. She rushed to a window,
looked out upon lush green grass, leaves on the trees, and Mrs. Henning’s flower garden in full bloom. Amanda last recalled snow and ice covering the ground.
Her vision blurred and sobs wracked her body. It had happened again. Loss of time and place. Something must be wrong with her; this hadn’t happened since … ? Since her family passed away in a car crash, right? She wasn’t sure.
The sound of water in the shower ceased and Amanda could hear Mr. Henning exit the stall. They had obviously done things and now Amanda didn’t know what she should do. She didn’t have time to decide, only time to cover herself by diving back under the sheet.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Mr. Henning said, entering the room as he disgustingly toweled dry his junk.
“What have you done to me?”
“Nothing you didn’t want, I assure you.”
“You’re despicable. Filthy. I’m going to leave this place and never see you again,” Amanda cried.
“You’ll do no such thing, you lowly whore.”
“I am no wh-whore.”
“Oh, but you are. But you’ll turn eighteen soon and then you can do as you please. Besides, I promise you have nothing to worry about now.”
The springtime scene outside did indicate that school would be ending soon. She should bolt, she knew that, but she wasn’t prepared. And if truly only a short time remained … she had a lot of work to do.
“That’s right, Amanda, nothing to worry about. In fact, we’ve decided to hire a maid service, so you and Amy will have nothing to fight about. Well, at least not fight about the chores.”
“I … Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
The gesture made no sense.
Amanda looked away as Mr. Henning began to dress.
“Don’t worry about my visiting your bedroom, either. Those days are over.”
Amanda sobbed. “Why? How? I don’t believe you.”
“No, I suppose you don’t. But you should. If you were to run out this minute what would you do? All it takes is a generous stranger giving you a bed to sleep in for the night, and before you realize it, you’re turning tricks, if not for money, for a roof over your head or food in your belly.”
Amanda turned to him. “I w-will call the police.”
Mr. Henning shook his head as he zipped his pants. “You don’t want to do that.”
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