Free Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II by Monica J. O'Rourke Page B

at the innocent child lying on the cold table. As
horrible as the rape of her daughter would be, this was worse.
    She slowly lowered the knife.
    Vlad nodded, and Ryan pushed his hysterical daughter
to the floor. Gloria turned away, away from the noises of zippers
and tearing clothes and sex-grunts from her daughter’s muffled
cries from beneath a hand over her mouth. Then Ryan was moaning,
breathing hard. And Angela was sobbing.
    “We can do this all night,” Vlad said to Gloria.
“And after we fuck her a while, then the real fun will begin. Can’t
you see yet? You can’t win.”
    Gloria sobbed, pressed the towel against her eye.
The pain was excruciating but she would go through it again if
Angela didn’t have to suffer like this.
    Vlad handed Ryan the knife as Ryan stood and then
replaced Ryan between Angela’s thighs.
    “No!” Angela shrieked, and Vlad was inside her,
slamming hard, moving her along on the floor with his thrusts. He
reached up and viciously squeezed her breasts.
    Gloria couldn’t feel her legs anymore and slumped to
the floor.
    Vlad finished even faster than Ryan had. He pulled
away from the girl and stood beside Ryan. “You ready for another go
yet?”
    “No. Not yet.”
    “Okay then. We’ll have to do something else.”
    Gloria looked up, shook her head. “No more. Please,
no more.”
    “We’re just getting started,” Vlad said. He went
back over to Angela and dragged her across the floor by her hair.
The sobbing girl was dumped by Gloria’s feet.
    Gloria reached down and stroked Angela’s hair,
wanting to comfort the child.
    Angela cocked her head until she was facing her
mother, and said through hitching breaths, “Maybe you should do it
… I don’t think I can take any more of this.”
    Gloria nodded. “I understand, believe me. But we
can’t kill the baby. We can’t!”
    Angela cried even harder and wiped tears from her
cheeks.
    “I think you’re ready for another round,” Vlad said,
standing over them. He had retrieved an item that he was now hiding
behind his back. He grabbed Angela’s thigh and pulled her toward
him, put the object on the floor so he could flip her around.
    In Gloria’s line of work, she had seen thousands of
sex toys, including some custom made, some homemade, but she’d
never seen anything like this. An oversized dildo, at least
twenty-two inches in length and half a foot in circumference with
thick veins that appeared to be coursing with blood. Studded up and
down the shaft with small thorns that seemed to be growing out of
it rather than grafted on. It pulsed like it was alive, breathing,
in apparent synchronicity with Vlad’s own panting breaths.
    “See, Gloria? We’ve got things much worse than
donkeys and giraffes in hell. Those worms were nothing compared to
what’s waiting for you. They’re the lowest life forms. What most of your kind become when they pass into inferno. But some
become other things. Bigger, nastier things.”
    Gloria remembered the worms screaming as she tore
them apart, how she’d thought their cries sounded almost like
words. She’d attributed it to the drugs. Now she knew better.
Still, she felt no remorse for them. They must have been real scum
to wind up as giant maggots in hell. If only she was so lucky.
Whatever her destiny in the afterlife, it was bound to be far
worse. She looked back over at the dildo as it seemed to swell even
larger, growing more erect with anticipation.
    She shook her head, couldn’t pull her attention away
from the huge phallus in Vlad’s fist. “You can’t do this,” she
whispered. “Oh god, you can’t do this.”
    “Me?” Vlad laughed. “No, not me. You .” He
lifted it higher, and the strap-on harness dangled below his wrist.
“If you don’t do it, then this thing goes up her ass and then down
her throat. Am I clear?”
    He tossed the dildo into Gloria’s lap. “Get
going.”
    Angela shut her eyes and turned away her head, but
she didn’t protest, didn’t squeeze