Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II (24 page)

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.”

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-seven-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 Gloria 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.