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Chapter 4
“So she will live?” Veronica asked.
“Looks like.” Mr X replied.
The Vampire hung, crucified at the end of the stone walled dinning hall. The two cauterized circles on her petite chest stood out as a warning to all. Blood dripped from the nails in her forearms and she wailed piteously. Between her legs, Fiona was chained from her freshly pierced nose to the Vampires freshly pierced clitoris. With her hands still bound behind her back, she balanced on her ballet boots as she tongue fucked The Vampires cunt. Her face was actually providing critical balance, should she slip, the result would be very unfortunate.
Everyone sat around the food laden table, eating heartily and discussing the recent mutilation. Veronica wore diamonds, and a sparking blue backless evening gown. She sat, jerking Jamie’s prick while sipping a glass of his fresh piss.
On the other side of Jamie was his sister. She was impaled on two thick dildos and her ankles were tied back against her things, forcing her down painfully. Familiar spiked chains hung from her hard nipples, as she swayed the pin studded balls on the end danced across her young flesh. Jemma’s face was a picture of suffering. Her eyes were held wide open, and a strap running across the top of her head pulled on her nostrils opening them wide. The flared, snout-like, nostrils were thoroughly plugged. Her neck was held immobile by a posture collar, forcing her mouth up at a 45 degree angle. Her mouth was held wide by a shinny steel dental gag.
With trembling hands, Jemma lifted the lid of the stainless steel bowl in front of her. The insides seethed with black chitinous cockroaches. Veronica and Jamie watched as she lifted a cockroach carefully to her mouth and dropped it in with her other hand she quickly took a swig of her cocktail; wine and piss, blood and waste. She trembled as the insect went down fighting, causing the pin balls on her chest to tap out a glorious bloody rhythm.
“Your sister was a very naughty girl Jamie.” Veronica spoke like a school teacher. “She let her friend get killed, so an example needs to be made of her too.”
Veronica knew she was full of shit. If the girls had been alone with that monster it was her fault. If they hadn’t tied her well enough, it was her fault. Despite what she sometimes did to them, Veronica really did love children, and the Cherubs death weighed her down with guilt.
When the next cockroach got out of Jemma’s mouth and scuttered away, Jamie carefully lifted himself out of his chair and went after it. Jemma’s eyes were bulging and darting this way and that. Great big fat tears rolled down her face.
Veronica lifted her dress and slid over onto Jamie’s chair, carefully lining her puckered asshole up with the cock sticking up from the seat. (You really have to be careful what meal you get and where you sit at these fancy parties). Veronica slid her hole down onto the dildo, and began kissing the frightened Cherub. Veronica licked her neck, drank her tears and kissed her eyeballs. She ran her tongue around inside the girl’s mouth, god it was awful.
Veronica lifted the lid of the second smaller bowl. It stunk and wriggled. With her long delicate fingers, Veronica pulled out a large writhing, turd marinated, worm. She dangled the morsel in from of Jemma’s eyes before lowering it slowly into her mouth. Jemma coughed and spluttered. Veronica helped her out with another swig of her beverage.
Putting her hand on the thirteen year olds stomach, Veronica imagined she could feel the creepy crawlies wriggling away down there. It was now she noticed her fingers were slightly stained from the choice of marinade. Bitting her lower lip in indecision, she brought the dirty fingers up to her own mouth and licked them clean. It was disgusting, but not as disgusting as the cocktail. Veronica took a mouthful of Jemma’s drink and almost spat up all over the table. The taste was bad, but the lumpy texture was worse. It took all her self control to swallow the liquid.
Jemma looked askance at Veronica and tried to utter some words.
“It’s ok dear. I know. I know. You miss your little friend and you feel terrible. So do I.” Veronica whispered in Jemma’s ear. “I have a confession to make. I am probably the one most at fault. Don’t you think?”
“Uh uh.” Jemma managed, and she even seemed to wiggle her head ever so slightly in a rejection of the idea.
Veronica pouted her lips and spoke as if to a little child. “Oh that’s nice of you to say sweety. Here let me help you.”
Veronica force fed Jemma a cockroach. It took great courage to even reach into the bowl and grab one. When Jemma swallowed it she looked deep into Veronica’s eyes. The eyes mirrored Veronica’s own. She saw a lifeless well forming behind them. She could see all the pain and humiliations suffered by the little girl and remembered all those she suffered as a child; in this very place. Why did she continue the cycle? The worst thing Veronica saw in those teary blue eyes was shame. Her own shame. This child looked at her like she was trash, a worthless waste of air. The accusation humbled Veronica, and she felt her eyes tear up.
Veronica looked across the table as the guests ate slices of rare beef, fresh fish and fowl, then she looked at the foul food beside her. As Jemma fed herself another crunchy cockroach, Veronica grabbed a second, and before her screaming mind could stop herself, she popped it discretely into her own mouth. She struggled to swallow the struggling monster. She helped herself to another mouthful of the cocktail. She would have to ask later what exactly was in it, just to horrify herself with the knowledge it was swishing around in her tummy.
Jamie returned, holding the escapee. With one look at Veronica’s face, he offered her the roach, and she opened her mouth. She held it open, feeling the bug move inside her, as Jamie reached past her to get the bottle of sludge the girls were drinking. He gave Veronica a drink to wash her mouthful down, and then she kissed him on the lips. Veronica pulled Jamie onto her lap and held him close. His weight forced her further onto the widening plug. She nuzzled his pretty blond pigtails and returned to her handjob.
Veronica had never stooped to this level before. It was one of the punishments she loved best, as it was in her mind so horrid that even she could not imagine submitting to the disgusting act. The sound of the roaches sliding across one another, and the feel of them in her fingers was in no way preparation for the pure yuckyness that was their panicked motions in her pretty mouth.
Jamie went away to fetch a pair of handcuffs for his twin. With Veronica’s consent, he pulled Jemma’s arms behind her back and cuffed them above the elbows. Jamie could see Veronica looking (almost) longingly at Jemma’s plight.
“I brought a pair for you too.” The gorgeous sissy smiled as he held up another set of steel handcuffs.
“Why would I…” Veronica paused to accept another horrid roach into her mouth. “…waaam...” Talking around a cockroach was little use. “…that?” She finished after swallowing.
Jamie simply raised one eyebrow, and Veronica rolled her eyes and pressed her arms together behind her back. Standing behind her, Jamie cuffed her. Next he lifted a dental gag off a tray helpfully provided by one of the apprentices. Veronica opened wide and allowed herself to be gagged. Her last words were. “Just until dinner is over.” Next came the nose hooks and nostril plugs. After fitting the posture collar, Jamie tore the dress from Veronica’s shoulders, leaving her great rack bare. He dropped a worm in her mouth before asking. “Would you like a girly seat?”
“Uhuh.” She grunted with the slightest of nods.
Veronica lifted herself from the chair and felt the cock pull free from her tight ass. Jamie unscrewed the plug and popped it into her mouth. Now Veronica was forced to breath around the thick dirty plug.
Veronica waited, half squatting on her heels until the apprentice returned with her chair. Tearing the last of her dress away, the apprentice helped her up onto the bicycle seat, and the two greased meaty cocks that waited to impale her. Jamie attached spiked clamps to her nipples, each dangling no less than three heavy pin balls. Slowly Veronica was lowered onto the shafts. Each was as murderous as the strapons she had been fucked with earlier. When Veronica was settled on the seat, the apprentice locked her feet to the peddles. When the machine was switched on, Veronica squealed through the gag as electricity poured up through her fuck holes. She began peddling. Each rotation pumped her holes with the huge cocks, but so long as they were in motion the electricity stopped.
Now Jamie pulled his own chair up between the women and sank down onto the reattached dildo. He returned to feeding his bitches. The girls were only halfway through the bugs when the special course was served. Gently roasted breast meat. The Vampire watched from her position on the wall, barely comprehending as the dinners each supped on her flesh. She would get any leftovers.
The peddling and double fuck quickly brought Veronica to a sweat. Her titties flopped and wiggled, sending the spikey balls all over in search of flesh. Veronica tried in vain to rescind her participation in the gross meal. As the worms and roaches were almost done, one of Mr X’s apprentices arrived with a second plater.
“I’m sorry. We didn’t realise you two would be sharing a meal.”
Jamie, seeing a new bottle of gunk arrived, poured the last quarter of the old one down Veronica’s gullet. Veronica tried to throw up, but her position made it difficult and dangerous. As it was, she just ended up eating some bugs twice.
Later, as Veronica drank down the last mouthful of wriggly worms, the room erupted in applause. When her numerous restraints were finally removes, Veronica bent forward onto the table and began to hurl. Her body heaved as she spewed forth her dinner into one of the steel bowls, and all over the table.
Naked as a babe, Veronica climbed up onto the table. With a wild look in her eyes she lifted the bowl of indescribables and hoisted it to Jemma’s mouth.
“I decided I didn’t want to share your meal after all.”
With those words, Veronica began pouring the contents of the bowl into Jemma’s trapped mouth. The young girl had to struggle to swallow apace with the torrent of pre swallowed bugs. When Jemma looked up hopelessly at the ceiling, dull behind her eyes, Veronica began stroking her gaping cunt. She took hold of Jamie’s pigtails and painfully yanked him up onto the table.
Veronica straddled the little cross dresser, quickly mounting his throbbing shaft. She tore open Jamie’s cute little blouse, revealing his tiny feminine A cup breasts. While alternating between tonguing his mouth and biting his breasts, Veronica poured forth a torrent of abuse and obscenities. She mocked the little boy as she rode his bound penis. Veronica could feel the leather surrounding the base of the shaft and imprisoning his hairless balls.
By the time Veronica climaxed, she had slapped the boy silly. She lifted his little chest by the corn forks piercing his erect nipples. She rode him like a vibrating hog as her orgasm subsided.
Veronica rolled off her little bitch, and lay next to him on the ruined table top. The guests that were still present watched the display with keen interest, and perhaps more than a little embarrassment. Veronica rolled on her side and took the crying boy in her arms, crying great big heaving sobs and promising him it was going to be ok.
In a few minutes she calmed down, and realised she had a captive audience. Rising unsteadily to her feet, Veronica, wearing only high heels and diamonds, addressed the gathering.
“I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what I am doing most of the time. Before coming here, I lost one of my clients sixty-four million dollars in a bad deal. They won’t have even noticed it yet. I knew the deal was sour… but I just wanted to see how the client would react. I wanted to watch them scream at me and pressure my firm to sack me. There used to be a little voice in my head that warned me when I was about to do something self destructive, but I haven’t heard from him in awhile.” Veronica smiled and paused to bend over to lift up a half filled wine glass. “If you see him let him know I miss him.”
The onlookers stood muted, watching as this sober, professional women imploded.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” Veronica said. She punctuated her words by tearing her diamond necklace, sending gemstones dancing across the table and floor.
“I deserve to be that.” Veronica pointed at Jemma. “No. I deserve to be her.” She pointed a finger accusingly at The Vampire. “I’ve killed people. I’ve ruined lives, and here I stand; rich and powerful. I could have any man I want!” Veronica cried out.
“I don’t hate me.” Veronica clarified. “I just hate that all of a sudden I feel guilty to be me.”
Veronica dropped to her knees. “I thought a few painful fucks would make it all go away, you know? It always did before. I think its going to take more than that this time.” Veronica looked up at Mr X, as he watched her with an unreadable poker face. “I am enrolling myself as an inmate as of now.” Veronica hurried, not wanting to lose her nerve and back out. The Vampire was an inmate, as were a half dozen other permanent residents of this hell, and Veronica would hurl herself down to their level.
“I want you to use me. Fuck me from sunup until sundown, and keep my holes busy in between. Feed me only the filthiest scraps, topped with litres of piss and cum. Force upon me that which I have mercilessly forced upon others.” Veronica looked at The Vampire hanging from the wall, knowing full well what her commandment would one day bring.
“I want to be absolved by pain. Make me truly madly deeply regret all the pain I have caused. Keep me here in hell forever…” A little of Veronica’s spirit came back into her eyes as she tossed her red hair over her shoulders. “…or release me when you decide I cannot be broken.”
“Time frame.” Mr X asked calmly
“Unlimited. With absolutely no restrictions.”
“Done.”
That was it. Veronica was now a slave. No one who would consider looking for her knew anything about this place. With her own savings, and the money they had sucked out of the pop star Veronica captured last year, It was years until Mr X would even need to consider finances.
“Repentance hey?” Mr X turned to his apprentices. “Take Mrs Xemanov to the stables. I’m sure you can find something to keep her holes busy until sunup, when she can start work on the stallions. I’m sure all of us have been waiting a long time to see you slide your well stretched cunt over those massive members. The ass fucking should be particularly interesting.
Veronica’s resolve slipped. “Please. Couldn’t we just…”
The apprentices dragged Veronica off of the table and forced her dental gag back into her mouth. After attaching clamps to her nipples and clitoris, they dragged her off by their chains. Each ounce of resistance would quickly earn her a tug on the chains, tearing at her sensitive woman parts. Veronica screamed incoherently as she was dragged away to the fate she chose for herself.
Looking around, Mr X decided. “Take the sissy and his sister with her. They both look like they could use a change of pace.”
“I wouldn’t want my wife to get lonely out there.”
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