Sex = 395 = Satanic Chains
Sex = 395 = Satanic Chains
From the wheat field arose a deep moan that trailed into a piercing shriek, wailing with such abandon that I at first believed it to be an animal tormented by the vermin.
I stepped up to the plot’s fringe, rats scurrying between my sabatons as locusts clung to my shoulders, perhaps mistaking their ashen material for wheat. Rape gnawed through the field’s epidermis, the hive dispersing as desiccate stalks snapped in all directions, and I wondered how such a rotten field could remain so thick.
Every overhand slice unveiled a larger horde of vermin than the last, spewing gore as I carved through more flesh than wheat. A nearly opaque army of locusts collided with my armor like shrapnel, helmet resonating with the swarm’s furious clangor. With putrescent hands the field ripped its own wounds asunder and vomited oceans of parasites—immune cells attempting to flush me out with their pestilence.
The assault grew torturous, locusts cramming their thorny chitin between armored scales, rattling against my skin. And with an intemperate crescendo of filth the swarm latched its mandibles on each hemisphere of my skull, bursting it with a hollow crack and skittering inside. My hearing grew saturated with buzzing tinnitus, tactition roused into volatile chittering nonsense, vision smeared with a thousand black wings drenched in rodent blood.
The final layer cracked against my weight as I stumbled away from the infestation, shaking my limbs to impel the remaining locusts out of my armor. Before me lay a circular clearing, its ground mantled by layers of fallen grain. Rats squealed under my sabatons with each crackling stride and a whirring cyclone traced the periphery, though its distance permitted room to breathe.
Sitting at the tempest’s eye was the Whore—colossal and encrusted in her humanoid skin—nude with her cunt exposed between parted thighs. The gangling steel wires from her back writhed like headless snakes, twisting and flogging the ground. Thorny tumors of steel protruded from every measure of her flesh, curved and overgrown so that they impaled their own mother no matter how she writhed.
Between her bloody legs she masturbated with great ecstasy, scraping a razor’s edge across her cunt, leaving a crimson mess of lacerations and puncture wounds without a discernible clitoris.
And behind her glossy eyes was something truly feral, her head cocked forward as dilated pupils drilled into mine. Vile pleasure forced her mouth agape, a stream of blood dribbling over her lip, her throat strained until veins protruded beneath the skin. A locust settled on her eye and began crawling, effecting no waves in her sea of erotic delirium. Perturbing was the sight of a humanoid face made savage by lust, her impudence to drown me in her gaze almost a vulgar display of power, though I could not ignore my own arousal.
In brutal sybaritism she squirmed and moaned, cutting deeper with every euphoric shriek escaping her throat. Agony peeled away its skin and transfigured into the shape of pleasure, embraced as a connubial lover. And the two antipodes partook in a morbid dance, biting and fucking each other until they were too bloody to be distinguished.
I unhanded Rape and reached for my glass shard—my eternally loyal token of genesis—but she snapped a coil of sharp steel around my arms and clutched them to my ribs. Their thorns crept under my armor, pain growing hot and volatile as they penetrated my skin.
My ability to retaliate was in no doubt, my saw waiting zealously for its bindings to be cut. Yet I left my weapon at my feet as this was no torture to be escaped when I was the one in control—allowing an escort to fellate me being no different from raping her myself.
Blood trickled over my aegis as the Whore gripped with increasing potency, and without resistance I allowed the influx of pain to replace it. Her slack-jawed face bled away from my vision, moans becoming homogenous with the whirring of locusts, and I stood choking on my own searing nerves until all that emerged from my throat were bubbles of decrepit air.
Through the delirium a grievous truth came hurling towards my skull, eyes protruding bloodshot as it skewered my brain. I found myself standing at the brink of coitus with death, her fingers trailing lustfully down my throat as she pinned her nude chest against my own, gazing into my eyes with doubtless faith in her own seduction. Perhaps this would have been my perfect demise—suffocation in the perverse euphoria I’d been chasing for so long. Pleasure thwarted my escape even as she bared her teeth, priming herself to devour me into eternal bondage. Yet a single parasite lay writhing against my occipital bone, indifferent to human lechery, squirming and throbbing until its anchorage finally broke.
A visceral surge yanked me from my lotus-eating before blood loss made such a maneuver impossible. With all the rage left sizzling in my flesh I pressed my arms against the wiry snare, creating enough slack for me to wrap my gauntlets around my saw’s limbs. Rape screamed in barbaric orgasm as I swung its gluttonous teeth in an arc, snapping through cables with the sound of shrapnel against armor. And the Whore matched its fury as the wires abruptly lost their strength, falling limp on the ground.
I cocked my elbows back and lunged forth, the weight of my own armor throwing me into an unstoppable haste. Rape chewed through her cunt, unable to keep its jaws hinged any longer, arousing a dense shower of gore that splattered against my face. I tore a gushing vertical rift from her pelvis through her ribcage, crimson vomit sputtering from the Whore’s throat as I bisected her face. And as Rape breached the top of her skull she fell backwards with a dry crack, her divorced halves slouching away from their median, an ocean of blood drenching the crops below.
Even as the Whore lay gutted her masochistic allure remained as alive and ferocious as ever, her encounter with death appearing more sapphic than hostile. I stood between her thighs and baptized Rape’s chain in the river of blood, splattering fluids across her already defiled carcass as though the root of this captivation could be excavated from her flesh.