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.”