Primal Scream by Michael Slade Read Free Book Online

teeth as each bite of the rod curled her lips into a satisfied grin.
    "English pig," she snarled, tossing the soko birch aside. "You think yourself superior to your own osychology. ..."
     
    ". . . I was afraid to watch, but even more afraid to back away. For there were things in the darkness behind waiting to swallow me. Things injected by her before my first memory. ..."
     
    Each tick of the clock seemed to tug the room into tighter focus, bitter coke running down her throat from her nose, while Suzannah did her striptease in reverse, preparing for tonight's work. The corset was cut low in front to accentuate her cleavage, and ended just short of her groin. Stitching both sides of the black leather garment were red laces, while circles cut in the bodice exposed her rouged nipples. Leather straps running from the armpits up to her throat were fastened to a studded black collar. To complement the fantasy, the dominatrix pulled on a pair of spike-heeled, red-laced, knee-high black boots with silver spurs. Then a pair of shoulder-length, red-laced black gloves snapped onto the collar, with fingertips sliced away to reveal her red-lacquered nails.
    "I'm ready for you, precious. See," she said, hand holding a cigarette case full of needles up to the hood of the Ku Klux Klan, mounted between a New York Yankees catcher's guard and World War I gas mask. "We all yearn to hide behind a mask. There's no culture in history in which masks don't play a part, so carnival appeals to a basic human urge. But you, my Yankee Doodle Dandy, give 'Flesh, farewell' such literal meaning. Hide under your second skin all you like; the plaster will make a white white supremacist out of you, but"—plucking five-inch needles from the case and slowly jabbing them into the hood—"don't think you can stop me getting under your skin."
    Suzannah turned.
    "Now you, Sparky . . ."
     
    ". . . I watched her walk toward me through the penis of the keyhole. Have you ever noted a keyhole's phallic shape, the knob at top for the rod of the key and shaft below for the teeth? As she neared, candelabra in hand, her head and feet, then breasts and knees, then stomach and thighs disappeared, until all that filled the penis was her thatch of pubic hair. ..."
     
    "Are you your father's child? Or do you belong to me?" The voice from above was hoarse and throaty. "Time to go to Mother's bed and straighten you out."
    The candlelight winked off six gold rings piercing the labia of her sex and glittering in Suzannah's pubic hair.
    The rings through her lips were laced shut with a black leather thong.
     
     

 
     
     
    Winterman Snow
     
     
    Totem Lake
     
    "Let's get a look at you. See if anything's broken inside."
    The bullet hole in Spann's parka was directly over her heart, exposing the lightweight body armor beneath. The order was all Members flying to the lake had to fly sheathed, the rebels having shown a penchant for taking potshots at planes, so Spann had worn a vest during the flight with Dodd. It amused her that Bush, like most men, had ogled her chest, which protected by the vest was as shapely as Queen Victoria's bust.
    "Ughh," Spann gasped as she reached up to undo her parka. Sharp pain like that of a heart attack shot down her left arm.
    "Allow me," said the Mad Dog, gallantly easing off the coat and stripping her body armor. "I can trust you not to cry sex harassment, Kathy? Could be a broken rib stabbing your heart."
    He unbuttoned her shirt and spread it wide to bare her bra. "That's an ugly bruise," he said, while poking her rising and falling breasts where they sloped out of the cups.
    "Now's your chance for a good long look," she said dryly. "You've stripped me with your eyes since the day we met."
    That day was years ago during the Headhunter case, when they'd squared off in the locker room of the Tudor building that now housed Special X, the Mount ies around them betting whether he or she could arm the better ERT team, and this macha woman had