Deep Inside (6 page)

“It's because it's time for us to take the next step,” Maureen typed back.

 

Back together
again at Christmas, they rushed to the parlor.

“Hi,” they said, making their way through a small crowd of couples and one single woman.

The Amazon barely seemed to remember them, but suggested they both get genital rings.

Maureen laughed when Tom expressed his usual turned-on hesitancy. She was already so wet that she could smell her own pussy.

And then, so much faster than the first time, they were being pierced.

This time Tom didn't have any whiskey.

And this time Maureen knew she was hallucinating from the start. When she saw the Amazon going down on her with that piercing instrument of a tongue, she stood outside of the vision, taking her pleasure in the fantasy but staying in control.

At one moment, she thought she saw that strange round window again. She let herself glance through it, but this time Earth was much tinier than it had been the last time.

Maureen shivered, then realized she was standing at the cash register and it was all over.

Once again, Tom was paying the bill and the Amazon was ushering them along.

Afterwards, Maureen
loved the cold metal taste of his ring and he in turn spent hours on the one dangling from her clit.

 

After Christmas,
Tom's e-mails and phone calls grew infrequent. When he came home for a short weekend in February, they met up in their old bar. Maureen couldn't keep her hands off him, but for the first time he pushed her away.

“What is it?” she demanded. “What are you hiding?”

“You're all over me,” he said, getting up and leaving the smoky joint.

Out in the parking lot she suddenly attacked him, tearing at his clothes. And then she saw it: at the base of the back of his neck there was a ring.

“What is that?” she screamed.

He backed away, but she knew.

“You did it without me! And in the weirdest place!”

“I wanted it done there, okay?” was all he said.

She stormed off down the street, walking furiously. He drove up alongside her.

“Get in,” he said.

She was crying as she got into his jeep.

“Why there? It's not even sexy.”

“That's what you think,” he said. “It's actually the best.”

Then she let him have it. “I knew it from the first—you're gay, aren't you? Aren't you?”

He just stared ahead. “It's so much more than that,” was all he said.

The jealousy she felt was a different kind of pain, one that she found arousing for reasons she couldn't control. It was so peculiar, that ring in the back of his neck. The strange stone she saw on it wasn't a jewel, yet it glowed and sparkled.

The evening turned worse and worse, accusations flying between them. The anger made her want him, but he wouldn't have her.

“You bargained the first time, saying you wouldn't blow me unless I got pierced. Well, now it's my turn,” he said. “You want me? Go back to the parlor and have them do you and we'll fuck again.”

That night she masturbated, touching her nipple and clit rings, cursing him, and yet she had to know what that strange new piercing would lead to.

 

The next
day she went alone to the parlor.

When she walked in, the Amazon wasn't there. In her place was a man in a suit. In fact, the whole place had been redone and now looked as immaculate and sterile as a hi-tech doctor's office. The walls were shiny silver. Gone were the sex toys on the wall and in their place were shiny rings, rather like the one that Tom wore in the back of his neck.

Maureen knew that this was what she'd seen in that flash while being pierced the first time. She entered, hoping to feel the most illicit of sexual thrills. But the place was now so clean and hospital-like. She felt nothing at all.

“Where's the woman who owns this place?” Maureen asked the man in the suit.

“She's been relocated.”

“Oh,” Maureen said. “I thought she'd be here forever.”

She didn't know why she was saying this. She turned and walked towards the door.

“You came for a piercing,” he said. “So why don't you stay?”

“It's nothing against you. I'm sure you're very good. You certainly run a sterile shop, which is good! It's just that this place used to be hot. Now it looks like a doctor's office.”

“You have a limited idea of sex,” he said.

Maureen looked at the man. His medicinal style repelled her, yet she found herself following him into the back room.

“Why don't you pierce my belly button?” Maureen asked.

“I could do that,” he said. “Or I could give you what you really want.”

Maureen glanced over at his wall of instruments. They didn't look at all like the ones the Amazon had used. Instead they had strange jagged attachments.

She began to long to experience the pain those instruments would give her.

“Okay,” she said. “Do your stuff.”

“Pull up your blouse,” he said. As she did he swabbed her stomach.

“My stomach?” she asked. “That's not very sexy.”

For some reason, she remembered the figure of Christ in her church. The stigmata, the blood, the cross…

“You know, I haven't been to church since I started going with my boyfriend, Tom.”

Why had she told the man this?

“I'm not surprised,” was all he said.

He swabbed a spot on her stomach right above her belly button, then took a large metal instrument from the wall. It made her giggle rather than feel hot.

“That looks so much like my boyfriend's dick,” she said.

He brought it over to her stomach.

“You're not going to make a hole that big in me, are you?” she said.

The doctor pressed a button and a little needle came out the end of the instrument.

Maureen winced as she anticipated the touch of the metal on her flesh. But even as it punctured her flesh, she only felt numb. It was about as exciting as being at the dentist. And when he was finished, all she could see was a tiny pinprick in her stomach.

She paid the man and left the parlor. No pain, nothing to feel any secret shame about. She didn't feel sexy at all. Still, there was that funny feeling she had….

 

That night
she went over to the mall to see a movie. Tom could wait. She didn't care that she was alone. She had never felt less sexual in all her teen years.

Afterwards, on her way out to her car, she saw Tom walking with a group she recognized from high school.

He spotted her and left the group to join her.

“I went and had it done,” she said.

“Really?” he said.

“I hated it. It did nothing for me.”

But her statement seemed to arouse him. And was that jealousy she saw in his eyes? Good. But as he went on, she realized he wasn't upset. He just sounded interested. What was going on?

“I went to our old place,” she said. “Only it was different. It was like some Starbucks or something, some mass chain place to get pierced in. Big deal.”

“I know,” he said. “It's a franchise. They've taken over a lot of the old piercing parlors.” Nonetheless, he was excited. “Can I see it?”

“Why not?” she said. She pulled up her T-shirt, and gasped. The hole—it had grown bigger. And it now had ugly, tiny jagged red crevices around it.

“Oh God,” she said, “that's gross.”

But she'd never seen Tom as excited. His eyes looked feverish as he stared at her new wound, and his lips were dry.

“I want you now,” he said gruffly. “Here. Now.” He waved at his friends, yelling at them, “Go on without me!” Tom grabbed Maureen's hand, led her around to the other side of the parking lot, and pushed her into his jeep.

Maureen wasn't aroused, but she let him do this. Maybe she would fuck him but not come, just to get revenge on him and show that she didn't care. He was pulling off his pants. He wanted to have her here? There were people around.

“Wait a minute,” she said. “Let's go someplace where we can be alone.”

“Right,” he said. They sat back, he turned on the engine, and they roared off down the road.

“I knew we'd be together in this,” he said.

She looked at him. He'd never wanted her more. Even if she wasn't aroused, she'd never felt so powerful.

He pulled
off onto a dark country lane and stopped the car, leaving the front lights on. He wrestled her out of her seat roughly, and began pulling off her clothes. Once this would have excited her terribly. Now, she wished she could feel something, anything at all.

Then, suddenly, she did.

There he was, on his knees before her. He unzipped her pants, pushed her sweater up, and began licking and kissing her new piercing. God, it felt good.

In the glaring light of the headlamps, and the dark of the winter night, she strained to see the puncture in her belly. But Tom was hunched over it, licking it with adoration.

Then he pulled away to admire her, and she got a good look. The opening was now so large it was as if she'd been shot. She closed her eyes so as not to know, yet at the same time all she wanted was for Tom to go back to fondling it. The feeling, when he set back to work, was like the first time he'd gone down on her, frightening, terrible, intimate, and inevitable.

The intensity of the feeling made her roll her head back. Then she looked down again. Her insides glistened.

She must be dying, she thought helplessly, but the sexual feelings were sweeping her into a world of their own, and her insides were writhing like the end of the world.

Suddenly, the bloody organs and valves that her flesh housed gave a wriggle, and then a convulsion, vaster than an orgasm.

Her stomach wall parted, just like her cunt did when she came, only on a scale entirely different. She pulsed with an energy that she'd never experienced but had only longed for.

“Oh God,” she said. “Oh God.”

And then there were entrails, snaking out of her, rising up before her, hot wet red dragons.

“Yes,” Tom said to the moist red snakes that were reaching out of her. “That's it. Look at how beautiful they are. That's what we've always been working towards, the two of us. You can't deny it any longer.”

Maureen knew he was right. She arched her back and proudly displayed herself to him.

Tom tore off his clothes and lay down in the dirt in front of the car's headlights. His dick was twice the size she'd seen it before, an angry red knob on an eager stick.

The hole in Maureen's stomach convulsed again, and she screamed with an excruciating pleasure. The blood cobras rose up and reached for Tom. Gently, lovingly, they writhed and wrapped around him, tickling and licking.

Tom's eyes were closed. He seemed to be breathing the air of a different planet entirely.

Maureen gave herself over to raw desire. She stared, half in and half out of the action and pleasure, as the crimson limbs cradled her lover. She fondled the ring in her right nipple, remembering that first evening together.

And then she knew what she had to do. She was one with these emanations of herself.

“Now,” she whispered, and Tom nodded.

The tentacles set Tom down. Two pinned his arms down. Two laced round his ankles, spreading his legs wide. One slithered up between his legs and wrapped around his genitals. Tom groaned.

“You're killing me with pleasure,” Tom said.

“Yes, my darling,” she said.

And the remaining ones rose up and dove into him. One went through the palm of his left hand, another through the palm of his right hand. One pried open his mouth and thrust down his throat.

She put her own hands together, as though in prayer, and with one last effort, and one last gasp, gave a sign to the longest tentacle. It plunged down into Tom's stomach, piercing the wall of it, burying itself deep in his entrails.