Free Like Porno for Psychos by Wrath James White Page B

with a spiked paddle and flay his back with a cat o’nine tails before he revealed himself to him.
    Mickey’s skin opened up and he shrugged himself out of it. The politician began to scream as his eyes filled with the site of the monstrous creature uncoiling from Mickey’s flesh. A serpentine body at once reptilian, insectile, and anthropoid, encrusted with scales, spikes, and horns, with a face dominated by a massive jaw like the mouth of some prehistoric reptile, scampered forward digging its polished and painted claws into the wood floor.
    Mickey knew what the politician wanted. All Christians secretly lusted for the divine pleasures of hell. Pleasures for which Mickey’s hell-spawned flesh had been expertly designed.
    Mickey smiled at the puzzled look on the politician’s face. His confusion was part of both his horror and his still undiminished lust. He could see the politician’s mind desperately trying to make sense of Mickey’s arcane anatomy; part human, part dragon, part praying mantis, even as he began blubbering and crying like a child as Mickey cornered him on the bed and reached for his still oddly erect penis.
    Mickey’s smooth scaly hands crawled over the politician’s throbbing cock and his tremendous mandibles parted wide to consume the tender organ. Mickey smiled revealing rows of fangs as his true sexual organs writhed like a nest of tentacles between his thighs and reached out for the politician, coiling around his body and slowly constricting him even as they began to enter him, finding orifices even this jaded libertine would have never conceived of. The politician’s screams became piercing shrieks as his erection went between those lethal jaws and down Mickey’s throat
    Mickey fucked him violently, mercilessly, ripping into his puckered anus, ejaculating his scalding black seed down his throat filling up his mouth until it spilled across his cheeks and dribbled down his chin. Mickey was not surprised when the politician’s screams turned to sultry moans and he began to convulse in the throes of a violent orgasm, no longer caring about his soul which Mickey was eagerly sucking out through his swollen cock, too lost in the rapturous agony of myriad voluptuous sins.
    “Oh my God you are incredible! I love you! More! Give me more!”
    Fucking hypocrites. They were all the same.

It looked like a staple gun or something you used to shoot penny nails into two-by-fours. I felt a shivering fear rake it’s icy nails up my spine as the nurse swabbed my arm with alcohol and brought the lethal looking contraption down to the thick pulsing vein on the inside of my elbow. There was a bluish green vial on top of the gun and I watched as the 40-year-old, surgically rejuvenated nurse, pulled the trigger and the algae colored vaccine shot down into my veins. The cure. A shit load of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I felt like superman. The motherfucking cure! I was invincible now! I would live forever!
    I wanted to fuck the entire world, including the silicone enhanced, peroxide blonde, big-bootied nurse, who had the hardened look of a street prostitute several birthdays past her prime. She had that deep line on either side of her mouth that I always associated with giving too many blowjobs. Right now, after a decade and a half of fear and dick shriveling precautions, latex, spermicides, awkward interviews/interrogations about past lovers and sex practices, anyone and everyone was fuckable. There was about to be a worldwide sexual revolution that would make the birth control pill and the ‘60s free-love movement look puritanical, and I was gonna be a part of it!
    “You might experience a few side effects for the first few days but it should be nothing worse than a bad cold and generally no more than a runny nose. If you experience anything more serious than that please call us right away.”
    The cure came in the form of a genetically altered cold virus, a mutant virus designed to attack and