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“I cannot kill
them.”

“Don’t be a
fucking pussy. Stand up for yourself for once!” Sam said as she pushed Zoe
toward the closet door.

Zoe watched as
Vicky lifted herself off Allen and slid his pants down his legs. She was in
shock yet was compelled to watch by some force greater than her revulsion over
the scene before her. Zoe fingered the gun as she watched Dr. Connor finger
Vicky.

Vicky moaned as
she spread her legs wider and Dr. Connor’s fingers pumped in and out of her
pussy.

“You like that,
whore?” Dr. Connor said as he pinched Vicky’s clit.

Vicky squealed
as Allen spanked her swollen clit with short, quick slaps. She reached forward and
grabbed Dr. Connor’s hard cock and pumped it up and down as she matched Dr.
Connor’s fingers.

Sam watched
Vicky and Dr. Connor go at it over Zoe’s shoulder. She shook her head and
wondered why Zoe was not furious at the scene. She expected Zoe’s rage and
instead got her tears. She watched as Zoe looked through the slats of the
closet and stroked the gun.

“Are you going
to wait for them to cum?” Sam said and nudged Zoe’s shoulder with her chin.

“What?” Zoe said
as she turned her head to look at Sam.

“Them...what are
you waiting for? Get out there!”

Zoe turned back
toward the door and watched Vicky position her pussy over Allen’s cock. Twenty
years of memories flooded back as she watched her best friend slam her pussy
down on top of the man of her dreams.

Zoe thought back
to meeting Vicky and how they were inseparable. She remembered the time when
they were fourteen-years-old that they sat on Revere beach and described the
men they were going to marry. On that day, Zoe described Allen as she sifted
the grainy sand through her fingers and stared out at the Atlantic. She turned
to Vicky after she finished and smiled.

“That is him,” Zoe
said as she rested her head on Vicky’s shoulder. “That is the man I will marry.”

“He sounds real
nice,” Vicky said and stroked Zoe’s hair. “Perfect.”

Tears ran down Zoe’s
face as she watched Vicky fuck Allen in their bed and remembered the scene all
those years ago with Vicky.

“That is him,” Zoe
said. “That is the man I will marry.”

“What are you
talking about,” Sam said from behind Zoe. “That is the man you will kill! And
that whore that is riding his cock along with him! Now, have you seen enough?”

“Yes,” Zoe said
and put her hand on the doorknob to the closet. “I’m done.”

“Good,” Sam said
and put her hand over Zoe’s and twisted the doorknob, “do it.”

Zoe walked out
into the bedroom and stood beside the bed. Allen and Vicky were lost in their
fuck. Zoe pointed the gun, first at the side of Vicky’s head and then, the
front of Allen’s head. She went back and forth as if holding a tennis racket
while Vicky slammed up and down on Allen’s cock. Sam walked into the bedroom
and stood beside Zoe and Zoe looked at Sam and shook her head.

“It doesn’t
matter,” Sam said and stroked Zoe’s arm, “they don’t even notice us”

Allen palmed
Vicky’s ample ass as he lifted her up and down. Vicky bounced on her knees and
rubbed her clit as Allen pounded her. She tossed her head side to side and
opened her eyes. When she saw Zoe, she froze.

“What?” Allen
said as he opened his eyes and stared at Vicky.

Allen followed
Vicky’s eyes and gasped when he saw Zoe pointing the gun at them.

“Honey?” Allen
said and knocked Vicky off his body. “Baby, it’s okay. This was all a mistake.”

Zoe stared at Allen
and then at Vicky as she pointed the gun at him.

“I loved you both,”
Zoe said. “I loved you both so much.”

“Baby, just calm
down,” Allen said. “We need to talk about this.”

“I loved you all
my life,” Zoe said as she stared at Vicky.

Vicky closed her
eyes and waited. She knew in that instant she deserved what was to come. She
knew that she deserved to burn for everything she did to destroy Zoe’s life.

“Baby,” Allen
said, “just--”

“And you,” Zoe
said and shook her head as she stared at Allen, “you I loved before I even knew
who you were.”

“Enough with the
Hallmark shit!” Sam said. “Do it!”

Zoe turned to
Sam and nodded. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and smiled.

“Thank you,” Zoe
said and turned back to Allen and Vicky. “It’s done.”

Sam screamed as Zoe
turned the gun and pressed the muzzle to the middle of her chest.

“No!” Sam said
as Zoe hung her head.

Allen screamed
as Zoe lifted her head and stared at him while she cocked the gun. Vicky looked
over Allen’s shoulder and she locked eyes with Zoe.

Zoe pulled the
trigger and shot herself in the heart.

She collapsed to
the floor and Sam ran to her body.

Dr. Connor wiped
the blood-spray from his face and jumped from the bed. He dialed 911 and
reported Zoe’s suicide as he and Vicky scrambled around the room and dressed.

“Get out of
here,” Allen said to Vicky after he finished the phone call. “I never want to
see you again.”

Vicky grabbed
her purse and ran from Allen’s house. She never did see him again.

But the only
thing that mattered to Vicky was the fact that Zoe never saw him again either.

Vicky Westwood accomplished
her life’s goal.

Allen walked out
of his house that day with just the clothes on his back and $20.00 in his
wallet. He never walked back inside. He called his Realtor and instructed her
to sell everything. He quit his job at the hospital, but they just put him on
medical leave. It was only the grief, his supervisor thought when Allen said he
no longer wanted to be a doctor.

Sam did not
leave Zoe’s side after she shot herself and rested Zoe’s head in her lap. She
stroked her hair as she had when Zoe was sleeping in her lap that morning in
the closet and hummed the same tune into Zoe’s ear.

And as she had
in the closet, Zoe dreamt of devils and ghouls and murder and mayhem.

And then she
opened her eyes and stared at Sam.

“I had the
wildest dreams,” Zoe said and stretched. “I feel so much better.”

“Of course you
do,” Sam said and ran her fingers over Zoe’s cool cheek. “There’s nothing left
to bother you.”

Zoe turned and
stared at the bed she and Allen shared.

“No, I suppose
not,” she said as she ran her fingers across the gunshot wound. “What now?”

“Well, now,” Sam
said and stood beside Zoe, “we wait.”

“Wait for what?”
Zoe said and allowed Sam to pull her from the floor.

“Olivia and Paul
Gastineau,” Sam said and pushed Zoe on the bed.

Sam straddled Zoe’s
waist and slid her pussy back and forth against Zoe’s toned stomach. Zoe arched
her back and spread her legs as Sam reached behind her back and rubbed Zoe’s
clit.

“Who are Olivia
and Paul Gastineau?” Zoe said and moaned as Sam spanked her clit.

“The next couple
who are going to live here. We will have lots of fun with them,” Sam said as
she removed her negligee and exposed her big tits.

“Sam, you and I
are--”

Sam grabbed Zoe’s
legs and spread them wide as she threw one of her knees next to Zoe’s hip and
the other near her ass. She planted her throbbing clit over Zoe’s big swollen
clit and slid back and forth against Zoe’s clit as they tribbed.

Zoe screamed as
the juices from her pussy mixed with Sam’s and they grinded back and forth
against each other like animals.

“
Fucking
,”
Sam said as she bounced her pussy off of Zoe’s pussy. “You and I are fucking.
Nothing else matters.”

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The Inquisitor’s Song

By Ava
Ayers

For he who does my head in

When among us, they are as human as you and I, but the Inquisitors
of the Order are trained to use us as pawns in their missions.

Through these missions, Inquisitors find desired reprieves
from their timeless suspension and they are free to engage in the life they
desire while administering the directed pain and pleasure to the Offenders. But
none of this is done altruistically, for the Inquisitor's ultimate goal is to
rise up to the Order's favor and be returned to their place on earth...to gain
libertas
from the Order and end their suffering in the limbotic state.

The unrested souls who were victims of the original
Inquisition began the Order.

The Elders were inhumanely tortured, despite their
innocence and sent to the state between worlds. These condemned heretics formed
the Order to enact vengeance upon their Inquisitors. As time went on they
learned that those Offenders who cry foulest against perversion are usually
most perverted.

The vengeance these heretics-turned-Inquisitors enacted
was sweet. The same torture methods used to kill the Elders were now used
against the Offenders.

As the Order expanded, new Inquisitors were recruited. All
souls who died violent deaths and were either victimizers or victims in life
were given one chance to gain acceptance into the Order. They are reeducated when
they come. Beaten down by the Elders, they are shown the error of their ways
through torment.

If they survive the reeducation camps, they are graduated
as Inquisitors and sent down to carry out the directives of the Elders after
choosing an Offender from the list in the
Libri Infidelis
. The
Inquisitors return to their human form when sent down and feel pleasure and
pain as they did in life.

Not all Inquisitors brought into the Order remain. Those
who fail to follow the Laws are banished to an eternity in their purgatorial
states. For those who do follow the Laws, freedom is the prize.

For the current mission, the Elders declared two
Inquisitors would be sent down and work in tandem to carry out the task. The
Offenders to be punished were husband and wife, both equal heretics. The
unprecedented operation would reward the Inquisitors well. And the Elders
prepared the directive with much excitement.

Auto-Da-Fé
was decreed.

They were Luca Maretti and Lena Mason. And they were
exquisite.

Paired together only because of the proximity to one
another on the List, their reasons for gaining entrance into the Order could
not be more different.

Luca Maretti aspired to be the grandest lover in all of Italy
and in 1979, right before he was struck down, he was. A beautiful and sadistic
man, Luca treated every woman he encountered like an animal. But as Luca's
scorned lovers piled up like corpses left to rot in a gulch, the fury toward
him intensified. And one day, the sensitive Assunta Dasarto allowed her rage at
being cruelly cast aside by Luca overtake her. The young girl hacked at Luca
with the fury of a thousand castaways with her father's field machete.

Lena Mason was different. A woman who lacked her own
beliefs, she fell upon her beauty like a martyr and allowed her lovers to chart
her fated course. Lena's men sniffed her out as wolves do the wounded and she
simply lay upon her back and spread her legs.

Beat, blighted and broken, she never spoke up for herself
or against those who abused her. Her lovers all tired of her and stepped over
her weak body without a second glance as they walked out her door. Lena gave
herself a day at most to change her sheets and buy a new outfit and she was out
the door and on the hunt for a replacement. She begged for companionship, yet
lacked any conviction with which to sustain even the most superficial
relationship. Her final lover, a con man known to her only as "Cute
Mitch," strangled her dead when she failed to make him a drink at the end
of his day.

The Order abhors weakness as much as arrogance. Spectacular
careers made of feebleness or conceit is a starting point to gain entrance into
the Order.

As Elder Andarnus read to Lena and Luca from the
Libri
Infidelis
, Lena studied Luca from the corner of her eye while running her
fingertips over the ligature scars on her neck. He was a most handsome man, she
thought. Just the kind of man she would go after in life–dark hair and evil,
but beautiful eyes. Luca looked like a model even in death. She knew little
about this man, her partner-Inquisitor, other than the fact he was murdered by
a former lover as she was and he was a maddeningly arrogant Italian.

Luca was pleased to be paired with Lena. He noticed her
when she first came into the Order. And when he looked at her, Lena reminded
him of his past. A photographer during his life, Lena looked like the type of
woman Luca would have been most pleased to work with. He surveyed Lena’s body
under the sheer white gown the female Inquisitors wore and closed his eyes. He
remembered the feeling of dragging his hands slowly down the sides of a woman’s
body—feeling the dips his hands made as they slid down her waist and the arch
out as his hands glided over the bow of her hips.

Luca half-listened to Andarnus prattle on about their
mission while he stared through Lena’s gown and recalled the sensation of
plunging his fingertips between a woman’s legs, between her moist lips and into
the hollow where his cock inevitably found its home. He smiled as he remembered
the taste of a woman and licked his lips as he recalled flicking his tongue
back and forth against a woman’s hard clit and finally, bringing his full,
cushiony lips around that bud and sucking. A trick taught to him by a prostitute
to make a woman crazy, it never failed. Luca loved to hear them moan and
scream. He loved when a woman closed her legs around his head and dug her nails
into his shoulders. He especially loved…

“Excuse me, Inquisitor Maretti?” Elder Andarnus said as he
slammed the book down. “Are there any questions about the mission?”

Luca looked over at Lena who stared at him angrily. Of the
two of them, he was the senior Inquisitor and in charge of the mission. It
would not be good for either he or Lena if he lost himself in the few memories
he had left.

“No, Elder,” Luca said and cleared his throat. “Lena and I
are ready.”

“Fine, go to the Departing Chamber and prepare. And
remember, Inquisitor Maretti, your conduct during your missions effect not only
the potential for your freedom but that of Inquisitor Mason’s freedom. Fail at
your assignments and you fail to gain
libertas
. Do we understand?”

“Yes, Elder,” Luca said and bowed his head, “I
understand.”

“This mission is decreed! Now go!” Elder Andarnus said as
he dismissed Luca and Lena.

As Luca and Lena approached the Departing Chamber, Luca
admonished himself for not listening to the directive.

“Assignment?” an Elder who stood at the entrance of the
Departing Chamber said.

Luca stared at the ancient man and felt Lena jab at his
arm.

“Ah, our Assignment,” Luca said. “Our Assignment is in--”

“New York, United States,” Lena said.

“Time?” the man said.

“Present,” Lena said as she gave Luca a cross look.

The man scribbled in a leather-bound book.

“Names?”

“Their names or ours?” Lena said.

“
Your
names! I assumed that was the easiest of
questions!” the Elder said.

“Yes, our names. Inquisitors Maretti and Mason,” Luca
said.

“Glad you finally made it,” Lena said under her breath.

“Offenders?” the Elder said.

Luca looked at Lena, her beautiful mouth open and ready to
speak. He was angry she embarrassed him in front of the Elder and decided when
they arrived at their destination, he would silence that know-it-all tone by
shoving his cock into that lovely hole. Or holes, no matter.

“Go right ahead,” Luca said as he nudged Lena toward the Elder.

“Kirschner. Paul and Katy Kirschner,” Lena said.

“Fine, enter the portal,” the Elder said and stepped aside.

“It’s not like you knew anyway,” Lena said to Luca.

“Just get in!” Luca said and pushed Lena into the chamber.

The journey from where the Inquisitors were to where they
went was a rough one. Being jettisoned from one world to the next was never
easy, but they prepared well for the trip. This was Lena’s first mission back
to the world she was violently deprived of and she felt the transformation
deeply as she moved between the world of the Order to the world of the living.

It had been three years since “Cute Mitch” killed Lena. Three
years since she was inducted into the Order. The torture she endured during her
reeducation was no worse to Lena than the torture she endured in life. The Elders
showed her the pathetic ways she lived her life and how those ways contributed
to her death.

The travel to the present was exciting and not fully understood
to Lena. She wanted to ask Luca a million questions but noticed his eyes were
closed. How could he sleep? But suddenly and despite her excitement, she too
felt very sleepy and it wasn’t long before her body slumped against Luca’s. She
didn’t wake until she felt her body hit something after the crash.

“What?” Lena said as she looked around. “Wait...where are
we?”

Luca was at the far end of the bedroom in a cream, linen
suit in front of the room’s wet bar making a drink.

“We are here,” he said and smiled as he took a tiny pair
of tongs and placed some ice in a glass. “There’s a bigger bar in the main
room, but I didn’t want to leave you alone for your first reentry. Cocktail?”

“Sure,” Lena said and sat up slowly on the large bed.
“Where is
here
?”

“The Waldorf-Astoria of course,” Luca said. “What is your
pleasure?”

“Vodka with some sort of juice, I don’t care.”

She waited until Luca’s back was turned and he was busy
making her drink before she slid off the bed. She grabbed two large pillows and
put one in front of her naked body and one behind and tiptoed off looking for
the bathroom.

“You should not cover,” Luca said as he pointed at her.
“Your body is magnificent.”

Lena stopped in the hallway and turned toward him. He
looked beautiful with the light shining through the sheer curtains beside the
bar.

“Um, thank you, but I assume I need clothing for this
mission?” she said and walked toward Luca and dropped the pillow covering her beautiful
bottom and took the cold drink from his hand.

“Yes, it would be helpful. At least, initially,” Luca said
and chuckled. “You will find everything you need in that closet. There are
toiletries for you in the bathroom.”

Lena sipped the cold, sweet drink and felt the burn from
the vodka slide down her throat. She stifled a choke and Luca laughed.

“Been a while?” Luca said and brushed a curl from Lena’s
forehead.

“Yes,” Lena sighed. “It’s been three years now. And for
you?”

“I returned from an Inquisition not too long ago. So it
really hasn’t been that long since I enjoyed a drink.”

“Really?” Lena said and backed toward a leather club chair
and sat down, clutching the pillow to the front of her body. “Where were you? I
mean, if I can ask?”

“Oh, sure. The mission sent me to Moravia. I hoisted a
large amount of slivovitz whilst there,” Luca said and sat on the side of the
bed near Lena. “It was a good time.”

As with everything else about Luca, Lena found his Italian
accent very sexy. They didn’t talk much within the Order so it was nice to hear
him speak.

“What was your mission?”

“Hmmm, well the mission was a tough one,” Luca said and
swung his long legs onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. “You
sure you want to hear?”

“Definitely,” Lena said and scooted the chair closer to the
bed.

Luca took a long sip of his scotch and placed the glass on
the bedside table. He folded his arms behind his head and crossed his legs at
the ankles. He reminded Lena of a patient in a therapy session getting ready to
spill dark secrets.

“Well, as I said, I was sent to Moravia recently. The
Offender was a priest at a small parish near Brno. The irony! At any rate, I
arrived and set about to carry out the task. The Elders chose me especially for
this particular job and I knew if I carried out the directive successfully, I
was one step closer to
libertas
. The tension was very high, but I was
immune to his pleas.”

“What did he do, the Offender?” Lena said and moved her
chair even closer to Luca. “What was his crime?”

“One of the worst crimes, actually,” Luca said and winked
at Lena. “By day he preached to his faithful parishioners about virtue and
piety and abstinence and by night, he raped.”

“
Raped
?” Lena said and gasped. “Children?”

“Not technically, not like babies. However, his victims
were quite young. Males and females alike. It was tricky. He was quite an
elderly man and very well regarded in the village. But they didn’t know the
real man behind the robe.”

“And his punishment? What was his punishment?”

“What is the Law, my lovely pupil?” Luca said. “The Law
most popular that the Elders preach?
Lex talonis,
of course.”

“So, you were to rape him? And his victims, did they get
their revenge as well?”

She was fascinated that Luca was so forthright with the
information. She always wanted to hear about the missions the Inquisitors went
on, but knew it was forbidden to speak of while in their world.

“Oh yes, they got their revenge on him as well,” Luca said
and laughed. “I took him first and showed him the errors of his ways. His
victims who came forward, finished the job.”