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real woman again. I had to feel human flesh instead of this gelatinous obscenity. I had to feel the warmth from a female mouth and tongue again. I had to touch the delicate curve of a woman’s belly and trace my fingertips down her thigh and feel the moistness between her legs. My last experience couldn’t be this. It couldn’t be this horrible stench or the slimy feel of their bloated, gelatinous bodies or the fetid sourness from those hideous mouths. And worst of all, the touch of those eel-like tongues along my skin. Somehow I had to get through this. Fucking these living nightmares couldn’t be the last experience I had.
    Somehow I kept at it. Somehow I would force myself to become hard and ignore their horrors as I pounded away inside them. I knew I was on the edge of insanity, but I kept it up until I had ejaculated into twelve of them. Twelve of these unholy locks unlocked. I looked at my watch. I only had ten minutes left. I steeled myself. I had gone through too much already to give up now. Hell and back was no longer an abstract concept. Over the last twenty-three–plus hours I had endured horrors that no man should ever have to imagine. One last of these horrors to endure, and then I would be free.
    I closed my eyes and tried to remember what it was like to be with a flesh-and-blood woman again. As I imagined it, I stroked myself until I was hard, and then I entered the last of the thirteen Furies. Pushing myself again and again into that dank creature while listening to her insane cackling. As I did this I recognized patterns on her back and lumps and indentations along her thighs and buttocks and realized that I had already unlocked this one. Staring bleary-eyed at my watch, I saw I only had six minutes left. I had to pry myself free, all the while with that creature cackling hysterically over the joke she had pulled on me.
    They were all on me then. One by one I pushed them away until I found the last of them. Then, wrestling her to her knees, I forced myself into her. Inside, though, it was cavernous, and as I pushed my cock into that hideous creature there was nothing for it to rub against, no way for me to unlock that thirteenth lock. She started cackling then at my situation. Less than two minutes were left. Out of desperation, I forced those lips open and pushed my fist deep into its hole so I could stroke myself as I rocked back and forth within that creature. With only seconds left I ejaculated a drop into that horror. Spent, exhausted, I pried myself loose and collapsed onto the ground.
    The redheaded creature crept over to me and smiled with something that could only be described as contempt. I asked it whether I had unlocked all thirteen locks.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œSo I now have immortality?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAgelessness?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œVirility of a god?”
    â€œOf course.”
    With that answer, I noticed my cock had started to throb, growing hard, erect. It felt like it was on fire. I looked away and back at the redheaded Fury.
    â€œThe services of the Furies for all eternity?”
    A look of confusion twisted her shapeless face. Then she started making a sound like glass being scraped together. She was laughing over a private joke, and when she could she repeated to the other Furies that I thought I had their services for all eternity. They all started to make that same sound. Of glass being scraped together.
    A panic overtook me as I tried to remember the text from the scrolls. “I have the services of the Furies for all eternity!” I insisted.
    â€œNo,” she corrected me. “You will service the Furies for all eternity.”
    I remembered Hormsley warning me about the nuances of the Akkadian language. About how easy it is to make a mistake.
    I remembered the text, realized the mistake I made. Then in a blind panic I scrambled to my feet, but before I could make it to the hallway they were on me, grabbing me and