Collected Kill: Volume 2 by Patrick Kill Read Free Book Online

me the dildo,” she whispered leaning toward him and unleashing her tongue into his ear.  For once he felt like he was in control and the notion to retrieve the dildo suddenly seemed like a bad decision as a vast number of scenarios might open leading him to yet another sick scene of mental and physical abuse.  
    But then, what if He has truly granted my wish, Kalep thought.   Then it would be so much more intense.
    Kalep took his chance and reached for the largest dildo on the mat above the headboard.  Almost before he could hand it to her, Erika jammed it in her mouth and swallowed it completely.
    Kalep’s mind spiraled.  He thrust deeper, more wild. He felt the first sensation of ecstasy as he slapped her against the headboard.  The wall behind them suddenly broke away in a void of darkness.  Cool air blew Erika’s wild auburn hair everywhere as Kalep felt the tingling sensation erupting from deep within.  
    “Yes, yes,” he yelled into the void.
    Kalep came through his nose.  His eyes watered.  His lips cracked and blistered.
    “No,” he yelled, feeling his testicles swell with the pressure.  “Why me?  Just once I would like to be free from You.”
    Erika’s vagina kept sucking his penis in deeper as the pressure increased.  “Stop it,” he screamed, finally pulling out and scrambling away from her.  He sat at the end of the bed examining his manhood.  His penis had long since withered, but his balls had expanded like two purple balloons. He focused away from Erika who squirmed wildly while masturbating in front of him.  Any further thoughts of her only increased the swelling.  He attempted to think repulsive thoughts, but instead only thought about Erika.  When he reopened his eyes, another woman appeared, her dark skin shining through the darkness.  Her nipples were hard as she draped her body across Erika’s, slowly licking her stomach and working her way up to her breasts.
    The woman stopped and turned toward Kalep.  “Fuck us both, Kalep,” she commanded.  “At the same time.”
    Kalep glanced down at his softball-sized testicles, watching them explode, his scrotum launching two fleshy projectiles into the air.  The dark-skinned woman lunged off the bed, catching one with her teeth.  The other bounced against a far wall where a tiny splotch of blood marked its impact.  A mouse quickly emerged from a dark corner, nibbling on his other testicle like it was a cheeseball.
    He wiggled his deflated scrotum, feeling defeated and severely depressed.  On the bed, the strange woman unveiled her nine-inch tongue and brought Erika to a quick orgasm.  Then Erika had handcuffed the woman, whipping her to submission while covering her in a blanket of whipped cream and cherries.  As Erika nibbled all over her body she flicked her fingers in and out of the woman who screamed in ecstasy.
    Again, Kalep felt swelling, but when he examined himself further he noticed two glowing eyeballs glaring from the cave of his scrotum.
    III. THE BROKEN BRIDGE: A PORTAL TO CHANGE
    Kalep had tried to commit suicide several times while being trapped in Psychotica.  Each time, he found that his own thoughts and urges were only planted there to further amuse the Great Devious One.  He had shunned Erika for the night of sex, but found himself watching her in hopes that the wrath would turn against her.  But her being a beautiful women, both lively and erotic, made him doubt her existence as being a painful one.  Maybe the Master had developed a perversion for a sex toy in his work or maybe just another instrument in Kalep’s ultimate demise.  
    Kalep smelled his own extinction.  It was only a matter of time.  The Creator was never one to dwell on an awakening.  He usually woke Kalep, played with his mind, abused him, then sent him back into remission.  He liked it short and to the point.  Kalep had seen this time and time again.
    Kalep sat teary-eyed at the end of the broken bridge.  He walked down its