Free Trolley No. 1852 by Edward Lee

bore witness too now
was surely a scene forged in hell…
    Butternut hair fell when the regulation cap
was undonned, and then the conductress removed the parchment
mask…
    Simultaneously I felt on
the precipice of cardiac failure and a fit of madhouse screaming.
How I was able to stave off both, I know not. But this was
the coup de grace of all I’d visually attested to thus far: the revelation of
the conductress’s face, which I suspect the perseverant reader has
already deduced.
    It was my sister Selina’s face that had
been until now secreted beneath the gruesome mask.
    What has that hideous
BITCH done to my sister! my thoughts
railed. Dangling between Selina’s ample yet similarly discolored
breasts was a pendant like that of Miss Aheb; this I could glimpse
as my either brainwashed or subjugated sibling turned for a moment,
knelt up on the bed, and then lowered her mouth to her superior’s
clitoral nub. All the while the motorman’s unearthly hand plungered
wickedly in and out…
    “Yes, yes,” issued the accented hiss. “Lick
it faster, dear, faster.” Dung-brown nipples erected to inflamed
teepees as the order was complied with. Meanwhile, as if by psychic
cue, the dead-faced motorman finally withdrew the marauding forearm
while the madam’s bare foot caressed the thing’s trousered crotch.
A lump hardened there and with the attendant stimulation, this
less-than-human being lowered said trousers—
    I nearly fell into a swoon!
    —to reveal genitals as monstrous as its
facsimile for a hand.
    Indeed, less-than-human was no exaggeration;
I could only thank Selina and Erwin’s God that it retained the
parchment mask, for by now I could not, would not contemplate what
its true face must be.
    “What a beautiful cock,” the madam profaned,
eyes enkindled by the throbbing sight.
    From the wax-white and
utterly hairless groinal region, an identically waxen prong of queer white
flesh stuck out. I estimated the erect pudenda’s length at roughly
eight inches, with perhaps two inches’ girth at the base. It seemed
to lack the sheathing skin as one would typically expect, and
tapered queerly to a fleshy point rather than sporting an
also-expected dome of glans; I could only think absurdly of a
paste-white carrot. Blue traceries of veins ghosted beneath its
dread whiteness as it throbbed; likewise, it shined as if effusing
its own preludial lubrication. The only aspect that made this
vision more hideous was the curious absence of scrotum and, hence,
testes.
    Selina’s next instruction didn’t have to be
voiced; she held back her madam’s legs to more effectively part the
groove of the shapely buttocks.
    “Now, now,” Miss Aheb seethed—
    —and it was into her
nethermost aperture that the motorman—this thogg —inserted the macabre phallus
and began to pelvically thrust; all the while, Selina re-tended her
superior’s swollen clitoral metus. The sought-after effect took little time; soon
Miss Aheb’s hideously skinned yet voluptuously curved body began to
buck madly on the bed as the obvious crisis of her climax was at
hand. She shrieked, then whinnied as the spasms of release began to
pulse—a sound barely human, while in concurrence the motorman’s
frame stiffened, then began to quiver.
    “I can feel it!” Miss Aheb
lewdly rejoiced. “Pouring into me! Filling me!”
    The denouement wound down; then, the
motorman withdrew its carrot-like “cock” from the woman’s bowel. My
sister turned away, appalled.
    “That was lovely, dear,” Miss Aheb
commended. She lay slit-eyed and grinning, the quaking orgasms
leaving her limp on the plush bed. “But now that I’ve had my
moment… You know what to do…”
    The thogg stepped away, stuffing his sullied
organ back into his trousers; yet my sister, in motions that were
clearly gruelling, came round to kneel at the edge of the bed
between the madam’s upthrust thighs.
    “I just can’t abide the idea of the thogg’s
jism being in me for long,” Miss