The Devil’s Nightmare
By been there
©May 2004

Erotic, horror, les, gang rape, M/F, F/F, F/beast, snuff
20.  Not to be, YET.  .  	

	 The bones wove in to position, the gashes and torn flesh
knitted, all of the healing was as painful as the inflicted
damage.  Would it diminished with each passing minute? Hours? He
eased his eyes open to notice his friends had disappeared.  Only
to have Carlotta sit on his body.  Her hands stronger than he
remembered clenched his throat stopping all air intake.  She took
him to unconsciousness, revived him with a breath of CPR and
started again.  Over and over she took him to near death, only to
jerk him back for more.  She let the periods after linger longer
and longer, letting his alter image witness his fate.  The
floating Tom begged for her to revive the body even as he gasp
for lost breath along with his ecto-plasmic clone, even as the
breath he took was filled with the sulfur and brimstone searing
his starved lungs.  	
	He woke with searing strips of fire brandished across his back.
He saw his mortal body hung from the rafters as he had hung
Truly.  He spun lazily as the lash burned legs, arms, any
available skin with reckless severity.  This time he could only
weep for his body and what pain was inflicted by this vengeful
pair.

	Throughout his ordeal, he was visually tortured by the sight of
Carlotta and Truly having their pleasure with each other.  They
renewed the connection between moist lips and labia that dripped
from their delight of his misery.  He could not remember their
bodies looking so appealing and voluptuous.  These memories
tortured him as much as the pain being inflicted.  Why, why did
he not take advantage of the opportunity to enjoy the pair when
they were available? Truly was an eager opponent and game for
everything he and the others had to offer or desire.  Carlotta
was as choice as they came, a gamer‚.  ‚ until they beat and
imprisoned her, making her fear and hate them.

	As the lovely pair separated, Carlotta was left with one of her
plastic toys dangling, dripping the juices of love.  She handled
the dildo as expertly as if she was born with the tool it
simulated.  To his dismay, she morphed into a feminine
resemblance of Satan with a real dangling tool that hung to her
knees.  Swinging the limber penis until it stood full and erect,
she advanced on the recuperating body now in a heap in the dirt.
Truly aware of Carlotta’s intentions positioned the limp form on
hands and knees.  The dripping probe became the focus of his fear
as buttocks cheeks were spread by helping hands until she
penetrated his anus with dispatch and vigor.  Her hips stroked
deep the devil's tool into his bowels letting the effect of rape
and the humiliation of being used in a manner so degrading to his
macho idea penetrate his befuddled mind.  The delicate tissue is
no match for the fury she extends.  Tears and lesions begin to
flow his precious life's blood.  Rapidly the tempo increases as
she reaches the culmination of the rape.  He is deluged with the
fiery spew of devil seed burning into his soul by way of his
bowels and rectum.  His alter spirit cries in sympathy.
	Quiet returns.  Blackness all around, he feels relieved in some
respect but still apprehensive knowing the other tortures
awaiting.  A realization brings him to full alert.  It is never
this dark or quiet.  He struggled from the heap of human rubble
where he lay and attained a somewhat sitting position.  He lifted
a hand before his eyes, nothing! His hands came together, he felt
the sting in each palm, no sound! Blind and deaf and no awareness
of what was happening or a clue of what would happen next
	 At first a minor tickle, swat and it was gone.  Then another,
several more and quickly he felt his skin crawl as the insects
invaded his body.  They burrowed, they bit, they irritated places
where bloody welts were still raw and wet.  He attempted to brush
them away, too many, they remained in spite of every attempt	
The crawling mutated into many slithering masses winding around
his limbs.  Hisses he couldn't hear as their forked tongues flick
to taste the air about him.  He gagged as one such crawled into
his mouth.  A scream, unheard and muffled as the creature went
deeper into his gullet.  Soon it's tail was following the
creature as it worked its way deeper into the digestive tract. 
One invaded his sore and bleeding ass as another followed the
first down the gullet and into his lungs.  He could feel all this
as he hovered aloft and unable to see or assist his bodily self.
Many of the smaller, wormed into his penis to nest, squirm and
irritate all parts of his urethra.  The invasion continued as
more and more of the slithering creatures snaked into all parts
of his body.  His mind started to slip, as he babbled
incoherently and passed often into a semi-unconscious state.  	
	The aloft version of himself regained vision to witness the
final acts in this ‚
bizarre event.  The first of the pack emerged from his stomach
eating the soft flesh, trailing bits and pieces of his organs
attached to their scaly skin.  His chest opened in a similar
fashion with many more of the eelish bodies slithering and
hissing to the ground.  A pointed head with tongue waving like a
triumphant warrior returned from Tommy’s bowels and intestine‚
before joining its squirming brothers.  It coiled and struck
devouring the tentacles that were shriveled and withdrawn. 
Appetite unsated‚ it continued to devour all of the reproductive
organs leaving Tommy a man by virtue of birth only.  A feeding
frenzy erupted as all the reptiles joined together until only the
white skeletal bones remained to indicate that a human had once
been the inhabitant.  His white bones formed a white cross over
the dirt pit where the mortal remains of Truly and Carlotta
rested
	He wept as the realization came over him, he was dead, murdered
by this pair of vengeful she devils.  The memories of the
agonizing tortures continued to replay in his head	As real as the
original‚ he suffered anew‚ with the same intensity.

21	“The trip home.  .  .

	They lagged behind Tommy on his trip to the purgatory and hell.
Taunts of glee pelted him as they took revenge in administering
every verbal abuse imaginable.  His journey of terror ended at
the arrival point where Little Red waited.  Since Truly and
Carlotta were accompanying Tommy, the dwarf assumed he was a
friend and planned for revenge, his special greeting.  Little Red
lifted the human waste to his feet, letting the full impact of
hands on fire greet the new comer.  The pain awakened Tom
instantly as Littlie Red parted Toms buttocks to initiate
instantly the dark hole wit is shriveled little penis.  He had
witnessed the ordeal of his bodily self suffer through this
degrading ritual but now it was his turn	
	Tom had reasoned there was nothing worse than his torturous
murder but he was soon to realize his mistake.  Other minions of
the gate gathered in a frenzy to bear witness or join the melee.
Pain, pain and more inflected pain before they tired of the game
and wandered elsewhere to play	
	Little Red, back to business, scanned his book and announced his
finding.  Your greatest transgressions were all sexual crimes
therefore you are committed to the domain of souls used for that
sole purpose.  Your transgressions will be the punishments you
suffer.  The murders, beatings and mayhem you inflicted on others
will be your daily fare.
	Truly noted Toms lack of courage to resist or defy the grotesque
gate keeper.  She suffered some misgivings until she realized
even with her intervention, his fate would be ultimately the
same.  He was buggered in the same humiliating style he so often
practiced with victims on earth.  He was used, abuse and tossed
away to fend until the mood struck his keepers to continue with
more of the same.  Each fiery prod that assaulted his innards
shred his esteem and his body that much further until he was a
shriveled shell of his former self.
	She left TT to the able care of Little Red and returned to the
throne room of the old man	He knew better that to delay her an
audience, the recourse would be his misery.  “I told you we would
take care of the situation.  ” , she smirked.
	“Truly, you have learned well, even I would not have been this
cruel and destroyed Tom’s will so completely.  He is a wasted rag
and of little use here or anywhere.  Because of you, his eternity
will be short lived.  ”	
	“Well Old Salt, maybe it is time for you to retire.  It seems as
though you have become too soft with all this poon tang so
available.  You have given me every power except one.  It will be
your next and possibly final act as the manager of this hell
hole.  ” 	
	“You mean…” he sputtered
	“Yes,” she interrupted him, “Carlotta has paid enough for her
lifetime and I want her released from her decision to remain with
me.  She will go and never remember me or her vow to stay by my
side.  She will be content above and happy.  Sure, I will miss
her terribly, however this is my choice, take it or do without me
for all of your eternity.”



