been astride me, gripped in the carnal sensations as
she rode me. I moaned in pain as her wickedly long nails raked
deep, fiery gashes down my chest. For a brief moment, whatever hold
she had on me disappeared. Finding myself free, I pushed her
away.
Before I could even scramble to my
knees, she was on me and knocked me back onto the ground with such
force my teeth ground painfully together. White-hot pain lanced
across the back of my head and back. My vision blurred for a few
seconds, and when it cleared, I saw her looming over me, her face
inches away from mine. Her teeth were bared in a snarl, long,
wickedly sharp fangs glinting in the eerie light in the room. My
blood turned to ice and I could not move beneath that soulless
gaze.
But what terrified me more was the
sudden appearance of those fangs which were inches from my cheek.
The fangs slowly receded as her anger cooled. Then she savaged my
lips with hers and my body belonged to her once more.
To add to the assault on my body, I
saw levels of depravity from Onyx and Emory that sickens me even to
this day. Whether it was so they could feel something—even if it
was just pain or shame—or to numb mental pain, they brutally
savaged each other’s bodies and there was nothing sensual or
pleasurable about the many acrobatic and shocking positions they
undertook. It wasn’t about desire. It was about pain, inflicting
pain, receiving pain, and a lesson in endurance, of pushing the
body beyond its limits. And beneath it all was a bitter, soulless
desperation.
At one point during their violent
coupling, Onyx strapped a golden, phallic object about eleven
inches long and three inches in diameter to her groin with leather
straps. Evil looking spikes were imbedded along its shaft. She
would have appeared less alien to me if she had turned into a
Minotaur. She was utterly ruthless as she rammed it into Emory’s
back passage, lashing him with a studded whip along his back. He
groaned whilst I watched, unable to tear my gaze away from the
horrifying spectacle.
Then Emory glanced at me, and again I
was unable to look away as images slithered into my mind, images of
being caught in his embrace as he did to me as was done unto him. A
smile passed over his lips before he grimaced in pain as Onyx
lashed the whip across his back.
Auria seemed to be done with me by
then and moved to join them as I retreated to a corner as far away
from them as I could get.
Onyx and Emory paused long enough for
Auria to lie beneath Emory. He proceeded to copulate with her
whilst Onyx continued her assault on him from behind, their moans
and cries a dark song in the glow of the underground
room.
Exhausted, dripping with
perspiration, my body battered, bruised and bloodied, I curled into
a ball and wept .
Julia, Julia.
Of course there was no answer, only
the sound of their guttural groans.
I wept uncontrollably for what seemed
like hours, and for the first time in my life, I wanted death’s
morbid embrace.
But they had something much worse in
store for me.
It was probably a few minutes before I
became aware that their cries of passion had ceased.
I looked up. They were standing before
me in a semicircle, their naked waxlike bodies unearthly in the
wicked light cast by the sconces on the wall. I tried to dart away,
but Onyx caught me by the hair. I tried to strike out at her, but
she hit me across the face and I went crashing to the ground. They
descended on me like a pack of lions. I screamed when I felt teeth
puncture the flesh of my neck, wrist and thigh and thrashed against
them but to no avail. I began to feel myself sinking as I weakened,
eventually ceasing to struggle.
My limbs felt cold and my head felt
dipped in lead, my thought processes slowing. As if from a distant
place, I felt the pressure ease from the wounds on my thigh and
neck. But the pressure on my wrist intensified.
Auria’s voice seemed to reach me from
a faraway place.
“ Stop, Emory!”
I opened my eyes to thin