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VI

* God, it hurts SO BAD! * Phoebe Halliwell looked up wearily
from The Book of Shadows, the pain in her soul wringing out her
insides like a wet sponge. * I can't let myself slip away, * she
tried to hold back the tears. * Prue, Piper, Leo .. the world needs
me. But it just HURTS SO BAD! *
She needed to take a break. She'd been studying the Book for
well over an hour now, ever since Piper left to rescue Jenny. * She
HAS to save her. * Phoebe felt a tear forming in her eye. * It's all
my fault, all my fault .. * She couldn't stop the images flooding
over her mind - Jenny and the dogs, Persephone and Thomas, Piper and
Dan, Leo .. Antonio.
As the mental montage compounded, she felt the demon attached
to her growing more and more powerful. And, as his strength
increased, the pain became more and more unbearable. She could
literally feel the teeth gnashing inside her, gnawing away her soul,
bit by bit, piece by piece.
* I'm going to Hell, * she sobbed to herself. Below her, the
Book's pages were blurred from the tears in her eyes. * Good, pure
thoughts .. * She recalled Leo's instructions. * Good, pure
thoughts. * She now called up images from her childhood, Prue, Piper,
their mother .. * You are not Evil, * she told herself. * You are
Good. Feel the Love coursing through you. You are Good .. *
Phoebe Halliwell wiped her hand across her eyelashes and tried
to get back to the task at hand. It had only taken her a few minutes
to find a spell suitable for vanquishing Abyss Demons, and the verses
were already transcribed into her notebook. In her "tainted" state,
however, she couldn't cast the spell herself.
So all she could do was wait for Prue or Piper to get back and
release her from the demon. Then it would be time to kick some
serious demon-butt. * Come on, you guys .. * she implored her
sisters silently. * I don't know how much longer I can hold out. *
Once again, she studied the words she'd written down,
committing the incantation to memory for what seemed the hundredth
time:

Born in darkness
Thence to return
Forsake this Plane
And Forever burn.
Release all souls
You hold in thrall
Return to darkness
For Once and All.

The words were simple enough. The hard part, though, would be the
accompanying potion.
* Wouldn't you know it, * Phoebe mused. * It can never just
be a simple spell, can it ..? * In addition to normal ingredients
such as mandrake root, nightshade and oil of smoke, the mixture also
called for something called "essence of forgiveness." When Phoebe
looked up this additive, she immediately became concerned.
"Essence of forgiveness" was any physical artifact freely
given from the body of an "Innocent Wronged." Further study revealed
that in cases of demonic possession, especially massive infestation,
it became paramount to find at least one "innocent wronged" who could
freely forgive one of the Possessed for any horrible acts committed.
If the innocent voluntarily surrendered from his or her own body a
token of forgiveness, then this would constitute the potion's "essence
of forgiveness."
In most instances, a simple teardrop was used. Sometimes
blood from a fresh wound would be given, but any bodily artifact -
sweat, a lock of hair, even a severed digit or limb - would suffice.
The crucial element was forgiveness. If the innocent didn't have true
forgiveness in his or her heart, it didn't matter what was used in the
potion.
Phoebe's mind now raced. She needed to find forgiveness from
one of Destiny's victims, as well as a teardrop or some other physical
token from the innocent's body. * Thomas? * She thought about the
young teenager that she had helped abuse in the Destiny suite. If she
could get to him, maybe ..? But he was being held at Destiny, which
was the last place in the world she could go in her semi-possessed
state. This only left two other victims that she personally knew of
-- Jenny and .. Antonio.
* Antonio .. * Her mind flashed with images from earlier that
day, when she had reached down and fondled the boy's small privates.
Despite her blatant abuse, he had only returned her molestation with
trusting, loving eyes. * Yes, Antonio! * The little seven-year-old
neighbor boy would forgive her. In fact, he already had, out in the
driveway. Antonio loved her, and she loved him.
Phoebe's heart swelled with such purity and goodness that she
felt the demon feasting on her soul hesitate slightly. She thought of
Antonio's sweet, tender, trusting smile, and the way his little arms
wrapped around her waist when they hugged. * Take that, Mr. Demon! *
she snapped defiantly in her mind, filling her consciousness and what
was left of her soul with every sweet memory and tender emotion
connected to Antonio that she could muster.
All she needed to do was leave the house for a minute, run
over to the Mariano's, talk to Antonio and get something from him - a
lock of hair, perhaps. She knew she wasn't supposed to leave the
Manor. But this was important, and she was sure she could last for a
short while outside the Manor's protective walls. Leo himself had
told Phoebe that she had the strongest mental will among the three
sisters. She would just have to FIGHT whatever urges the demon threw
at her. * It'll only be for a few minutes, * she insisted to herself.
* I can do this! *
She rose from the table in the attic and started towards the
stairs. * I can do this .. * she kept repeating the mantra as she
descended the staircase onto the Manor's second floor. * I can do
this .. * She walked down the hallway to the Manor's main staircase,
turned down the steps and emerged in the living room. Not giving
herself a moment's chance to reconsider her actions, she headed to the
front door. Grasping the knob and twisting it forcefully, she found
herself outside on the porch in another second.
The evening was cool, and a crisp breeze filtered through the
last remnants of twilight. The street was empty, but every house on
the block was aglow with the domestic warmth of lamp-glow and
television screens. Even with the swell of ground-light rising from
the city's streets, the first pinpricks of star-shine twinkled against
the fabric of night, covering the whole world in a cozy blanket of
calm.
Phoebe's senses drank in the peaceful gloaming. Standing
there on her porch, it seemed impossible to even conceive of the Evil
fluttering all about her. But somewhere, in the dark corners of her
mind, she heard the beat of its bat wings, the shrill, omnipresent
drone of its siren song. * I can do this .. * She steeled herself
against the encroaching darkness and vaulted headlong off the porch,
her determined footsteps carrying her directly to the Mariano's front
door.
Not allowing herself even a second to hesitate, Phoebe reached
out and rapped her knuckles on the front door. From behind the thick
oak, she could hear the muffled sound of voices and then the shuffle
of feet. A second later, the door opened a crack and Mrs. Mariano's
face peered out. "Ph..Phoebe ..?" she stammered.
"Hi, Mrs. Mariano," Phoebe smiled. "I came over to see
Antonio. Is that all right? I'll only be a minute. I just wanted to
apologize for being so short with him this afternoon. I had something
going on, and I was in a hurry .."
"Please, Phoebe, there is no reason to be sorry," Mrs. Mariano
cut her off. The tone in the Colombian woman's voice seemed troubled,
harried, as if Phoebe had picked the worst possible time to pay a
visit. Her eyes flashed at Phoebe, and it was obvious she wanted the
youngest Halliwell sister to leave her doorstep immediately. "You
really don't have to apologize .."
"Lupe," a man's voice from behind the door interrupted the
woman. Phoebe detected a definite accent .. British perhaps. "You
don't have to be rude on our account. Please invite your guest in."
Lupe Mariano bit her lip and nodded, flashing Phoebe another
troubled look. "Please .." she lowered her eyes as she opened the
door. " .. come in .."
"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you," Phoebe apologized as she
entered the Mariano's foyer. "I promise, this will only take a
minute." She turned away from Lupe now and walked into the living
room.
In the center of the parlor, Manuel Mariano, Antonio's father,
sat motionless in his wheelchair. A former construction worker, Mr.
Mariano had been injured three years earlier during an industrial
accident. The tragedy had left him paralyzed from the waist down.
The Marianos now lived off the insurance settlement and what Lupe
earned as a maid. They weren't rich, and they had certainly been
dealt their share of setbacks, but the Marianos had always seemed like
a happy, content little family to Phoebe.
Maybe this was why Phoebe immediately noticed the tension
hanging over the room. Ten strange men were seated all about the
parlor, and an eleventh man stood about three feet away from Manuel's
wheelchair, his hands resting on little Antonio's shoulders. Amid the
plethora of saint statues, religious medals and distinctly Catholic
artwork, the strangers certainly looked out of place in the Mariano
household.
One of the seated men was shaved completely bald, even his
eyebrows. Beneath his eyes, teardrop tattoos ran down his cheeks.
The rest of his body was also adorned with garish skin-art -- dragons,
swastikas, iron crosses, and an upside-down pentagram that outlined
the visage of a horned beast. The words DEVAXCUS LIBRT were written
beneath the beast's head, and other words also adorned the man's body.
The letters H A T E were inscribed below the knuckles of his right
hand, while the letters R A P E decorated the other. When the man
blinked, the words PAIN and DEATH could clearly be read across his
eyelids. Hanging from his belt was what appeared to be some kind of
whip, the barbed leather wrapped in coils like a coaxial cable. When
he noticed Phoebe staring at him, the bald man opened his mouth to
reveal two rows of sharpened gold teeth and a heavily-pierced tongue.
Totally squicked, Phoebe avoided the man's leering, feral eyes
and quickly studied the rest of the seated strangers. Although not a
word had been spoken yet, their very appearance made very hair on
Phoebe's body stand on end.
Collectively, the whole group reeked of violence, depravity
and corruption. One of the men was so fat he could barely fit in his
chair. Unctuous folds of flab were spilling out everywhere. The
stench of sweat and other bodily fluids wafted from his bloated form
in an almost visible cloud.
Another of the men, slimy-looking and rat-faced, sat chain
smoking. His bony body twitched with a nervous palsy. His beady eyes
were locked onto Antonio's form with such intensity that Phoebe felt a
cold, nauseous shiver creep up through her stomach.
The other seven seated men presented an assortment of even
more perverse characters. One towering black man stood well over
seven feet, his bald head reflecting the overhead light like a
lighthouse beacon. Another man, Asian in appearance, compulsively
opened and closed a butterfly knife, the rhythmic clicking sending a
shudder through Phoebe's heart.
Seated next to the Asian, a huge dough-faced brute loomed, his
slack jaw hanging open to reveal a foaming puddle of drool. He was
dressed in overalls, and looked like a reject from the cast of
Deliverance. To his right sat another smaller man also dressed in
overalls, harsh cruel lines etched across his weather-beaten face .
Together the two men could have been cast as Lenny and George in Wes
Craven's "Of Mice and Men." Seated in another set of chairs, the
three remaining strangers added a further air of ominousness to the
scene.
One was a large, husky white man dressed in what looked like a
prison guard's uniform. In his beefy hands, he methodically tapped a
thick metal billy club, a malicious grin spread ear-to-ear across his
face. The man next to him was also smiling, the corners of his
painted lips curling up into a sneer that permeated from his ghastly,
clownish features. He was tall, lanky and effeminate, a cross between
the Joker and a drag queen. To cap off his look, he wore a
mortician's tuxedo and a rainbow-colored fright wig.
The last of the ten seated men was the most normal-looking of
the lot. He was actually quite handsome, with Tom Selleck features,
bulging biceps and a cut torso clearly visible beneath his tight,
white T-shirt. Still, despite his pleasant face, there was something
about his eyes. When Phoebe stared into his gaze, she shivered. His
dark pupils were like portals to some sick, soulless void.
"Hello, Phoebe." The man standing behind little Antonio broke
the uneasy silence that had settled over the room. This was the man
who had spoken when Phoebe first arrived at the door. "I've been
expecting you."
For the first time since she'd arrived, Phoebe took a good
look at the man. He was .. absolutely gorgeous. Part Simon LeBon,
part James Bond, with a little Sid Viscous thrown in for good measure.
*ALEISTER .. ! *
Although Phoebe had never seen the demon before, she knew him
immediately, instinctively. She had been feeling him feed on her soul
all day, and with his physical presence the pain grew even more
excruciating. "How did you ..?" she began, then stopped when she
realized how foolish she'd been.
The demon was sharing her every thought, conscious and
unconscious. When she'd made the decision to come over to the
Mariano's, he'd known her plans immediately. And now he was here,
waiting for her. Her stupidity and selfishness had now placed three
innocents at the mercy of Evil.
She turned wildly towards the door, ready to flee back to the
Manor, hoping that Aleister and his cohorts would take up pursuit and
leave Antonio's family alone. It was her soul that Aleister wanted.
And she would do anything, even sacrifice herself to an Eternity of
Damnation, if it meant Antonio and his family could escape harm.
"How touchingly heroic," Aleister grinned. He was obviously
reading her mind, her every thought and instinct. "It won't work,
though. Go ahead," he challenged, a patronizing, amused tone in his
voice. "Run. See if we follow you. Go on .."
She stood there, frozen to the floor. He was right. They
wouldn't even bother taking up pursuit. With Aleister's hold over her
growing every minute, they had no reason to chase her down. She
couldn't run from the inevitable.
If Phoebe took flight, she would only be deserting Antonio and
his family, and that was one thing she couldn't afford to do. She was
their only chance at protection. Without her there to defend them,
the Marianos were as good as dead. Aleister and his companions would
amuse themselves with the innocent family, then come looking for her
when they were finished.
"I'm glad you see the folly in running," Aleister responded to
Phoebe's thoughts again. "It'll really be much more fun if you stay
here. This is our first date, you know," he smirked, his cold, pale
hands stroking Antonio's soft dark hair. "We really should get
acquainted."
"L..Let them go," she stammered, using every fiber of her
strength to resist falling down on her knees and worshipping her Man
of Destiny. "It's me you want. Let them go."
"Actually, I already HAVE you," Aleister grinned.
Hearing him say those words sent Phoebe's heart into
somersaults. He was SO ABSOLUTELY gorgeous. More than anything in
the world, Phoebe Halliwell wanted this HUNK to have her, to POSSESS
her, body, mind and soul.
* NO! * she tore away from his piercing gray eyes with a
savage twist of her neck. "No .. you .. don't .. have me .." she
spoke aloud, but each word grew softer and less emphatic.
"Really, Phoebe," he shook his head. "I thought you were more
intelligent than all this. Now let us dispense with all this rubbish
and get down to some fun. That is why we're both here, isn't it ..?
I've arranged this all for you, you know." He waved his hand across
the room, indicating everyone in the parlor - Antonio, his parents,
and the scary men. "You do recognize these chaps, don't you ..?"
"No .. I .." Phoebe stopped. She was lying. She did
recognize the men, and her blood ran cold. * The Scary Men .. *
From the deepest, darkest, most depraved corners of her mind,
they had somehow materialized to sit in the Mariano living room. The
Scary Men were the stuff of Phoebe Halliwell's most secret adolescent
fantasies; the random, perverse creations of masturbatory excess. The
Scary Men peopled the inner mythology of sexual terror that Phoebe had
never shared with anyone - not Piper, not Prue, not even the
psychologist she'd briefly consulted years earlier while living in New
York City.
She had stumbled upon the Scary Men totally by accident one
night many years ago. She must have been no more than thirteen.
Waking suddenly from a nightmare, she had found her hands eagerly at
work inside her sopping. sparsely-haired snatch. Bathed in arousal
and perspiration, still-vivid fragments of the terrifying dream broke
over Phoebe's cloudy consciousness like shards of technicolored glass.
A man was chasing her - the Scary Bald Man, with the menacing
tattoos. As she ran across the expanse of her waking dream, her
pounded even more moisture into her pouting pussy. The wetness
bubbled up inside her like lava, her burning clit the cap of a
volcanic peak. She could feel the Scary Bald Man's footsteps pounding
behind her, inside her. The steam and scent from his heavy breath
condensed on the hairs of her bare neck. He was gaining on her with
each passing second, and with each passing second the passion boiling
inside pushed further and further up to the surface.
Some kind of long leathery coil snapped out at her, part whip
and part leash. Like a barbed tentacle it wrapped around her neck and
dragged her roughly to the ground. Her legs still kicking, she
screamed as Scary Bald Man tore her flimsy clothes off with his
glinting, golden fangs. In the shadows of her mind, she spotted
something hovering below his waist. It hung in the air between them,
menacing her like a fist ready to strike between her legs. "That's
it, cunt, scream for me .." he hissed.
And she did scream, every single time the Scary Men paid a
visit. And with that scream came the RELEASE. Then, in the aftermath
of her spent passion, she'd bolt upright in her bed, bathed in a hot
sweat. Piper would be at her side moments later, soothing her soaked
brow, telling her it had all just been bad dream. But it wasn't a bad
dream.
She called the Scary Men to her - first the Bald Man, next the
Fat Man, then the Twitchy Man, followed by the Overall Brothers, the
Black Savage, the Asian Butcher, the Prison Man, the Clown Man and
finally Ted Bundy Man. On certain nights, when her urges ran their
darkest and deepest, she would invite the Scary Men into her bed, her
hands mauling her tender privates in carnal fury.
Through the years, the Scary Men paid fewer and fewer visits,
but still they always flapped like batwings in the deep dark forests
of her soul. And sometimes, when she was making love and finding
herself pitched at the brink of frustration, she would call one of the
Scary Men out from shadows. She would close her eyes and see the
chase. She would taste his ghastly presence, and something inside her
would begin to scream again - the lava, the volcano, the RELEASE.
Now they were here, in corporeal form, brought to her as a
special gift by her Man of Destiny. But there was more to their
presence, MUCH MORE, something even deeper, darker and more depraved
than her Scary Men fantasy flights. Aleister stood above little
Antonio and smiled, reading her thoughts, and thrilling to the images
his scenario now conjured inside her mind.
"You know why I brought them here, Phoebe," he smiled. "You
know what I'm giving you, what they will help us share." He stroked
little Antonio's terrified face.
"Y..yes," Phoebe could not help but reply. "I know .." She
tried not to look into Antonio's frightened eyes, but she could not
help herself. It was just like she'd always imagined The Fantasy -
the shivering boy, the pack of men surrounding him and eyeing him like
shark's catching a whiff of blood.
The Fantasy had first taken form while she lived in New York
City. Her apartment was located in the West Village, off Christopher
Street. For two years, queers, queens, leather boys, transvestites
and various other subcultures had surrounded her erotic reality.
Welcomed into their world as a friend, Phoebe soon found herself
taking the role of a participant observer -- part cultural
anthropologist, part curious voyeur.
The thought of gay sex, two men fucking, had always fascinated
Phoebe, and when she finally had a chance to experience this diversion
first-hand it became an obsession with her. Peep shows, porno
parlors, back alley bargains and restroom rendezvous - Phoebe
Halliwell's eyes feasted on every delight in this carnal cornucopia.
She became so obsessed with her pursuits that she stopped dating men
altogether for several months, her mind and body thoroughly content
with playing the Watcher. For a short while, she achieved
satisfaction with merely her own eyes and her own hands.
This was when The Fantasy began, the one with the small boy
running from the Scary Men as she had once run from them. Only in
this version, she was now running alongside the Pack., welcomed into
the society of the Scary Men as Watcher, Confidant, and Accomplice.
In The Fantasy, Phoebe would do nothing as the Scary Men ran
their prey aground. She would offer no assistance to the howling boy
as he was tackled to the ground. Instead, she was the one who held
his bawling body down as the Scary Men took turns satiating their
ravenous hunger, their ghoulish pricks obliterating the small boy's
screaming soul.
When The Fantasy was finished, and her own perverse passions
satisfied, Phoebe would always swear to herself that she would never
conjure the horrific scene again. But days later after the revulsion
dissipated, she would find herself alone in her bed again, the images
calling to her, coaxing her to bring them forth again. And she would,
over and over again, unable to control the compulsion.
Forever after, Phoebe always thought of his period in her life
-- the Watching, The Fantasy -- as the "New York Madness."
Eventually, the obsession ran its course, and when Phoebe Halliwell
finally emerged back into the light of day she never mentioned her
experiences or lucubrations to anyone. Soon, The Fantasy was shelved
away with all the rest of the feelings, sensations and memories she'd
collected during these wild days, never to be thought of or spoken of
again.
Until this evening ..
"Do you see what I've done, Phoebe?" Aleister interrupted
Phoebe's silent reverie. "Do you see what I can do for you? Your
every desire handed to you. Your every living, breathing moment a
wedding of our conjoined souls. I am your only future, Phoebe, and
now it is time .. time for you to take my hand, time for you `to
embrace your Destiny."
"I know .." Phoebe answered, every last shred of her soul
tattered and shorn by Aleister's physical presence. "I know what
happens now."
"Phoebe!" little Antonio now spoke for the first time since
she'd arrived. "I don't want to play this anymore. Make the scary
men go away. Please, Phoebe. I don't like them."
"He's truly priceless, Phoebe," Aleister grinned, his hands
still stroking the small boy's black curls. "He will rape so well.
You'll see. This will be even better than your fantasies. Hard cocks
breaking his tight tiny asshole .. the feel of his squirming body as
you hold it down .. his shrill screams pounding into your wet pussy
."
"Oh, Aleister .." Phoebe shuddered, almost swooning with the
ecstatic images exploding across her mind. "Yes .. now. I can't wait
any longer. Now, please .. now .."
"You sick bitch," Lupe Mariano hissed, hatred seething out
from every pore of her body. "We trusted you. Antonio loves you.
How could you do this, you .. you sick bitch ..?" The woman's English
faultered at this point, and she began to curse Phoebe in Spanish. At
the end of her short, gibbering rant, she spat: "I'll kill you,
Phoebe Halliwell. I swear. I will KILL YOU!"
"Mommy, don't say that to Phoebe!" Antonio cried. "She's not
going to let the scary men hurt me. She's going to give them all
karate kicks and save us. Aren't you, Phoebe?"
"No, Antoni-oni-oni-oh," she cooed, reaching down and stroking
the boy's hair. "Don't be silly now. The Scary Men are my friends,
and they're going to hurt you, rape you .." she uttered those last
words with relish, letting them slide like sweet cool grapes across
her tongue. "And I'm going to help them," she finished, turning to
Aleister and seeking his approval.
"No, Phoebe," the boy blubbered. "No .."
"Let go of my son, you bastard!" Manuel Mariano suddenly
emerged from his stupor, lunging pathetically at Aleister from his
wheelchair.
Before Manuel could make contact with the demon, however,
Prison Man sprang up from his seat and crumbled the cripple with a
blow from his billy club. While the paraplegic writhed about on the
floor, Prison Man calmly unzipped the fly on his uniform pants,
extracted his beefy eleven-inch cock, and pissed on the groaning gimp.

"You gonna try anything else stupid, you little gimpy
greaser?" Prison Man taunted Antonio's father, his pee sizzling
against the handicapped man's moaning mouth. Grinning, he jabbed the
billy club into Manuel's rib cage, pressing a button on the club's
handle and sending a massive amount of voltage into Mr. Mariano's
chest.
"ARRRGGGGHHH!" Manuel screamed. The urine soaking his body
amplified the current, and suddenly the room was filled with the acrid
aroma of ozone and sizzling skin.
"Papa!" Antonio screeched.
"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Lupe leaped at Phoebe, a flurry of teeth,
fingernails and Spanish invectives. But the Asian Butcher cut off her
attack before she could ever reach Phoebe. His butterfly knife
snickered in the air then sliced up into Lupe's stomach with three
deft strokes. The startled look on the Colombian woman's face was
positively priceless as she reached down to her stomach, her arms
suddenly filled with spilling blood and entrails. As Lupe sank to her
knees clutching her intestines, she looked up at Phoebe. "Burn in
helll .." she gasped with her last breath of life.
Phoebe looked at the fresh corpse, expecting to feel something
- remorse, disgust, self-loathing. But the dead woman meant nothing
to Phoebe now. The only thing that mattered was living out The
Fantasy. She turned to Aleister. "Are we done here?" she asked. "I
wanna play," she whined.
He nodded, then addressed the men. "Bring the boy outside.
It's time for the Chase."
Phoebe's heart raced with giddy anticipation as she watched as
the Scary Men arose. * They're really going to do it, * she shivered
with excitement. * This is really REALLY happening! *
Large Overall Man scooped up the shrieking Antonio and carried
him towards the front door of the house, the boy tucked helplessly
under his massive arms like a small lamb. The rest of the Scary Men
followed Large Overall Man out the door. In another instant, they
were all outside the Mariano house, spilling onto the street. Phoebe
and Aleister, arm in arm like high school sweethearts, brought up the
rear.
"Won't they see us?" Phoebe asked, pointing to all the houses
that lined the streets. "What if someone hears the screaming and
comes outside?"
"They're all watching TV or surfing the web ontheir insipid
computers," Aleister pointed out with a snide grin. "Filling their
lives with cartoon violence and mindless pornography. Besides, who
wants to get involved anyway?" he threw up his hands in mock despair.
"If the boy's screams get too loud, they will merely close their
windows, turn up the volume and drown it out."
The Scary Men were congregating in a pack now, each waiting
for the Chase to begin. Aleister and Phoebe stepped to the forefront
of the group, and Aleister motioned Large Overall Man to lower
screeching Antonio. When the his feet touched the ground, Antonio
stopped howling for a moment and looked at the contingent of ghoulish
eyes peering down at him.
"Now is your chance, boy," Aleister smacked the seven-year-old
Colombian on his small bottom. "RUN!"
Sensing his brief moment of freedom, Antonio whirled around
and dashed headlong down the street, his small short legs churning
wildly in the moonlight. The towering Black Savage made a move to
take up pursuit, but Aleister held him off with a wave of his hand.
"You know the Game," Aleister told the Black Savage. The
demon withdrew a stopwatch and clicked down the START button. "He has
exactly one minute. Then the Chase can begin."
As Phoebe watched the boy vanish into the dark shadows of the
neighborhood, she thought to herself that this single minute was the
longest sixty seconds of her entire life. Her eyes fixated on the
ticking hand of Aleister's stopwatch as it swept past the each
bold-faced number .. * 5 .. 10 .. 15 .. 20 .. 25 .. 30 .. 35 .. 40 ..
45 .. 50 .. 55 .. 0! *
Aleister punched down the STOP button and raised the watch
so all the Scary Men could see it. "Let the Chase begin!" he shouted.
In a split second, the Ten Scary Men, Phoebe and Aleister
began running into the darkness, their every collective sense - sight,
hearing, smell, taste, feel -- searching and scanning for the fleeing
boy. The Bald Man immediately took the lead, his black leather jacket
glistening and rippling in the glare of the streetlamps, moonglow and
starshine. As the pack followed in his wake, the group slowly spilt
apart, each Scary Man picking up his own particular scent and trail.
With the passing of another few seconds, Aleister and Phoebe
were alone again, their feet pounding the pavement. Down the street,
up driveways, across cool moist lawns - the couple ran hand-in-hand
like wolves on the hunt, their conjoined souls thrilling to the
bloodlust, the Chase. As Aleister's cock raged with superhuman
hardness, Phoebe's pussy flooded with an issue of passion that spilled
out from her labia and flowed down the smooth flesh of her bare,
muscular thighs. Her tongue licked the crisp night air, tasting the
fear that sweated from the boy's pores.
One of the Scary Men was closing in. Phoebe could sense it.
She heard Antonio's shrill cries begin to stab through the darkness,
each caterwaul ripping through her pussy like a mini-orgasm. "There
he is .. " she heard the Bald Man shout. "I've got the little
greaser."
Phoebe's eyes followed Bald Man's harsh, raspy voice. To her
sheer delight, she saw the Scary Man flush the boy out of a shadowy
thicket, like a cheetah running down a baby gazelle.
Antonio's tiny legs had carried him onto a playground, and now
the child was trying to elude his pursuer by ducking under a set of
monkey bars. Ahead of the boy lay a large baseball field, then a tree
line, then a fence, and then a sea of twinkling residential lights
beyond. Scary Bald Man withdrew the leather coil from his belt loop
and brandished it about his head as he closed in for the capture.
Glancing behind himself, Antonio spied the tentacle slashing
out at him. He tried to duck out of its way, but the coil wrapped
around his neck. Scary Bald Man then stopped dead in his tracks and
yanked the whip back like a leash. Antonio's small body went rigid,
his neck and spine snapping with a violent cracking sound, his feet
shooting out from under him and flailing at the air.
With a small thud, the boy fell backwards to the ground. All
the Scary Men let loose with a cheer now as they closed in on Bald
Man's position. While Phoebe and Aleister brought up the rear, the
horde formed a ring around the struggling, screaming boy. Their
strong legs kicked viciously at Antonio's tiny, weak body. As they
congratulated each other on another successful hunt, their zippers
hissed own. In seconds, a fully-loaded arsenal of sodomy sabers
snapped to attention, cocked and ready to commence firing.
Catching her breath, Phoebe pushed her way through the ring,
her hand still clutching Aleister's. "Oh .." she gasped when she saw
the howling, bawling boy squirming about so helplessly on the ground.
The Fantasy had come to life. Her cunt throbbed. She stood on her
tiptoes and kissed Aleister's grinning face, worshipping his mouth
with every fiber of her being. For what seemed an eternity, Phoebe
basked in the emotional glow of a giddy schoolgirl, sharing her tongue
with a childhood sweetheart. "I love you, Aleister," Phoebe gasped
when they finally pulled apart. "I love you soooo much .."
"I know, my darling," Aleister extended his hand and pointed
to the shivering, shrieking boy. "He's all yours. Enjoy."
Phoebe squealed with delight, just as she had on her seventh
birthday when her mother had presented her with a fuzzy kitten. She
jumped up and down and skipped up to the grim tableau. Prison Man's
boot was pressed into the small of Antonio's back, holding the boy
down. In his strong hands, Prison Man tapped his billy club
impatiently, waiting for Phoebe to take charge of the situation.
Eagerly, like a child riding her first merry-go-round, Phoebe
scampered and squealed to Prison Man's side. For a second, she
listened to Antonio's wailing pulse through her wet pussy. The boy's
screams washed over her, into her, through her. She threw her head
back and laughed with sadistic ecstasy.
"Poor little Antoni-oni-oni-oh," she cooed, dropping to her
knees. She was at the boy's side in a moment, pinning him down with
her strong bare arms. When she had the boy secure, she looked up at
Prison Man and smiled. Phoebe Halliwell didn't want any help. She
wanted to feel the boy's every terrorized struggle by herself, with no
interference.
Prison Man leered at her and lifted his boot, releasing
Antonio totally to her care. Feeling the sudden easing of pressure on
his back, Antonio made a violent attempt to break free and escape.
But Phoebe was ready for this, and as the boy squirmed around
desperately she wrestled him back to the ground. Her laughter mixed
with his screams now, and she stroked his hair while he bawled.
"Do you want the honors, darling?" Aleister asked her,
pointing to the little boy's trousers.
Phoebe nodded anxiously, licking her lips and fighting with
Antonio to get a hold of his trouser snaps and zipper. While Phoebe
fought to get the boy's pant legs down, the Scary Men cheered her on.
When she finally managed to pull down the zipper and tug the trousers
over the boy's waist, she raised her hands in triumph. While the boy
screeched, the Scary Men erupted into a barking, woofing chorus.
Drawing his trouser legs down with one hand, Phoebe playfully
snapped the elastic waistband of his underpants with the other. With
the men egging her on, she worked down Antonio's shorts. After a
moment's struggle, the moonlight kissed the boy's small, naked,
olive-skinned ass. Overcome with the thrill of the kill, Phoebe now
smacked the child's bare bottom, squealing with delight as she felt
his tiny cock stiffen under her abuse.
"Okay," she giggled, "who's first? Who wants to bust this
tight little, seven-year-old ass?"
"I bagged him," Bald Man rasped. "I get first crack," he
punned.
Phoebe looked up at her original nightmare lover, whistling
appreciatively when she saw the full fury of his 10-inch, tattooed
cock. Pierced through the bulbous warhead with a thick gold ring, the
entire length of his fearsome shaft was lined with four spiked silver
chains that ended in another gold ring inserted into the shaved,
wrinkled skin of his scrotum. As Bald Man stroked his sphincter
shredder, he prodded the boy's wriggling body with his steel-toed
boots.
"Get a little spit on that thing," Ted Bundy Man suggested to
Bald Man. "Let's see him suck that big pierced dick."
"Yeah," Phoebe begged Bald Man. "Make him suck it."
Bald Man sneered, then stepped around the boy's body.
Grasping Antonio through his tousled black curls, he pulled the boy's
bawling face up to his rampant cock. "You heard 'em, taco," Bald Man
rasped. "Suck it!" he ordered, butting the head against the boy's
clenched jaws.
Antonio shook his head violently, tears streaming down his
face as he refused to open his small mouth. Bald Man laughed and
yanked the boy's hair hard. Antonio shrieked in pain.
"I said 'Suck it,' you filthy little greaser," Bald Man spit
in the boy's face. Before Antonio could slam his jaws shut, Bald Man
rammed his pierced prick deep into the boy's gasping, gagging mouth.
Instinctively, Antonio bit down on the thick tube of meat between his
lips. His tiny teeth only clicked down on metal, though, and the
spiked chain sliced the inside of his small mouth to ribbons.
Blood pouring from his puking lips, the boy sobbed in heaves
as Bald Man drove his armored cock forward. Bald Man grunted as he
power-fucked the boy's mouth. His sharp schlong tore through
Antonio's tonsils until his pierced prick-helmet bottomed out in the
boy's windpipe.
"Let's see how long the little greaser can hold his breath?"
Small Overall Man suggested.
"Aleister," Phoebe looked up at her Man of Destiny, "use your
stop watch."
The demon nodded, withdrew his watch again and punched the
START button. "One .. two .. three .." he began counting off.
"Come on, fuck his face!" Phoebe cheered Bald Man on. "Choke
fuck him! Oh look at his face, Aleister," she wept for joy. "It's so
beautiful. You're so beautiful Antoni-oni-oni-oh."
"If you ain't gonna take that tight cherry ass, then I am,"
Twitchy Man snarled. Consumed with choke-raping the little boy, Bald
Man offered no objections as Twitchy Man lowered himself to the
ground. With one hand, Twitchy Man furiously stroked his thin 7-inch
cock to its maximum hardness. With the other hand, he spread apart
the delicate folds of the boy's olive-skinned ass-cheeks.
"Ahhhhhhggghhh!" Antonio howled as he felt Twitchy Man's
needle-dick nose against his tender hole.
"Now let's see how you ride, you little beaner," Twitchy Man
taunted. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and pressed the
burning end against Antonio's naked tender ass flesh. The skin seared
and Antonio convulsed in agony, his tiny body bucking wildly as
Twitchy Man sliced his needle-nosed prick deep between the boy's dry,
clenched ass-cheeks. "Oh, yeah .." he panted, the boy flopping around
like a harpooned baby seal on his dick, "that's the ticket, taco.
Christ, this little beaner is tight."
"I mussst have ssssome of that adorable little mouth," Scary
Clown Man lisped. With his long, bony fingers he pried the boy's jaws
even further apart, managing to slide his short, thin pecker alongside
Bald Man's until both organs were wedged inside the boy's blubbering
mouth. "Oh, my," Scary Clown Man gushed, "that feelsss posssitively
delicioussss."
In unison, both Scary Men now pounded into Antonio's face,
while Twitchy Man rode the boy's ass hard into the ground. Phoebe
ground her pussy into the boy's back, humping away as she watched the
Scary Men tear into the child's tender body. Aleister reached out and
popped one of Phoebe's aching tits from her blouse, massaging and
tweaking the nipple sadistically while the youngest Halliwell sister
panted in heat.
"Your cock," she gasped, kissing the legs of the demon's
tailored trousers. "Please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it
so bad."
"You do, do you?" Aleister glared down at her mischievously,
grasping her hair and snapping her neck back hard. She looked up at
the demon in total worship, kissing the crotch of his trousers
hungrily. He grinned and unzipped his fly, letting Phoebe stick her
face into his pants and fish for his prick with her slobbering mouth.
In another second, she had his magnificent eight-inch cock
gripped between her sucking lips, bringing it out into the moonlight.
Now, with her eyes fixed on the Scary Men's assault, she allowed
Aleister to fuck her face with impunity. His hard demonhood plowed
between her gasping lips and butted up against the inside of her
cheeks, stretching out the skin until she thought his cock-head would
punch through to the other side.
Inspired by the Twitchy Man, Small Overall Man was now
flicking lit matches against Antonio's naked, olive flesh. As each
match seared into a fresh patch of skin, the boy jerked into a spasm
of renewed anguish.
"Oh, shit that's good," Twitchy Man gasped, his cock riding
each spastic seizure. "Keep it up. Shit, this little beaner is so
fucking tight. You should feel his ass every time he squirms. Oh
fuck .." Twitchy Man was nearing the point of no return now, really
pouring it on, thrusting hard and deep into the boy's broken butt.
"FUCK YOU, you little shit-skinned mongrel," he spat, withdrawing his
smoking cock from Antonio's ruined rectum.
"Give the man some room," Ted Bundy Man shouted to Scary Clown
Man and Bald Man. Black Savage and Large Overall Man pulled the two
Scary Men from Antonio's mouth, allowing Twitchy Man the first trophy
shot of the evening.
Gripping his needle-nosed dick tightly in one hand, Twitchy
Man used his other hand to position Antonio's sobbing skull
point-blank at his piss-hole. Seconds later, he released the grip on
his cock and relaxed his urethra. A sizzling spurt of cum dumped all
over Antonio's tear-stained cheeks.
While the boy blubbered, Twitchy Man smeared his spunk over
every contour of the boy's beautiful face, then inserted his cock-head
between the boy's soft, bloody lips. "Suck it, clean, beaner," he
spat in the boy's face while he wrapped his thin hands around the
boy's neck. "Get every last drop, or so help me God I'll strangle you
like a little mongrel puppy-dog."
Obediently, the crying child complied, licking and slurping at
the molester's foul dick like he was drinking a thick milkshake.
"That is so beautiful," Phoebe cooed in between mouthfuls of
Aleister's demonhood. "Look at his little sobbing mouth suck that
hard man-cock. Oh, Aleister, I love you so much."
"You think that's beautiful, baby, you ain't seen nothing
yet," Ted Bundy boasted. He swung his cock to-and-fro like a baseball
player taking some practice cuts in the on-deck circle. "It's time a
REAL man showed you how it's done."
Ted Bundy Man's cock was nine very hard, very thick inches.
It jutted out from below his ripped abs like a carved slab of white
marble. Every vein and ridge glistened in the moonlight. "DO IT,"
Phoebe egged him on. "Rip his tight little asshole even more. He
didn't cry loud enough the first time. I REALLY want to hear him
howl."
"Oh, he'll howl all right," Ted Bundy Man grinned
sadistically. "Just hold him down and I'll take care of the rest."
While Phoebe struggled to hold Antonio down, the little
Colombian boy began kicking furiously again. His shrill cries grew
even more frantic as he felt the weight of his next attacker press
down upon him.
As Ted Bundy Man pried open the boy's stretched sphincter, he
looked up at Black Savage. "I got an idea," Ted Bundy Man smiled at
the other Scary Man. "Let's see how this little taco likes the taste
of dark meat, my brother."
"Damn straight," Black Savage flashed a watermelon grin.
"Time to get biblical on the boy's mouth."
While Ted Bundy Man split Antonio's ass-pipe with his
piston-like thrusts, Black Savage bitch-slapped the boy's bawling face
with his thirteen-inch bone. "Beg me for it, boy?" Black Savage
baited Antonio. "Beg me for that big black bone. Come on, boy, BEG!"
"Please stop hurting me .." Antonio howled, his broken body
unable to offer any more resistance to the relentless assault.
"Please, I'll do anything. Just stop hurting me .."
"Beg me, boy," Black Savage kept at him. "Beg for this big
black bone.
"No .." Antonio sobbed. "No .. just stop .. please .."
"Listen, boy," Black Savage jeered. "Would you rather suck on
it, or choke on it? The decision is yours, 'cause it don't make no
mother-fucking difference to me, all right ..? 'Cause I'm gonna get
my big black dick sucked off no matter what, all right ..?"
"Okay .. okay .." the boy sobbed.
"Say the magic word, boy, just like yo' mommy taught you,"
Black Savage pressed him, still beating his bone upside the boy's
head.
"Please .. please .." Antonio wept.
"Now you see," Black Savage grinned, "that wasn't so hard, was
it, boy ..?" He held his cock against Antonio's lips and let the boy
suckle it like a nursing baby. "Now ain't that sweet?" Black Savage
asked the Scary Men. "Look at the little greaser suck that big black
dick just like a little baby on his mama's tit."
"Awwww," the Scary Men cooed in unison.
His sobs now muffled beneath thirteen-inches of hard black
cock, Antonio's blubbering was barely audible as Ted Bundy Man drove
his dick home with authority. Phoebe marveled at the skillful,
catlike way Ted Bundy Man sodomized the boy, his every last muscle
focused on the savage ass rape. With each thrust of his muscular
hips, Ted Bundy Man's sinewy buttocks rippled. While Antonio's blood
curdling shrieks colored the darkness, Ted Bundy Man extracted every
last bit of agony from the child's asshole.
"Lift him up," Fat Man wheezed to Phoebe. "I want to suck
that little brown prick of his."
Phoebe nodded, lifting the boy high enough off the ground to
allow Fat Man access to his tiny cock. Fat Man now sucked while Ted
Bundy Man sodomized and Black Savage choked fucked the boy.
"Shit!' Ted Bundy Man finally gasped, unable to hold back any
longer. He withdrew from Antonio's asshole and joined Black Savage at
the boy's mouth. Stroking their dicks in tandem, they synchronized
their trophy shots so that little Antonio found himself drowning in
twin jets of hot cum.
Taking a moment to savor the moment, the Scary Men let loose
with a hearty cheer before resuming their campaign. Working together
like a well-oiled machine, they didn't miss a beat. As Black Savage
and Ted Bundy Man stepped aside, the Overall Men took their places.
"Turn him on his back," Small Overall Man ordered Phoebe. "Lenny
likes to look 'em in the eye when he cornholes 'em."
Phoebe did as she was instructed, spinning the bawling boy
onto his back. Large Overall Man grabbed the boy's tiny ankles and
split his legs apart like wishbone. Although Black Savage's dick may
have been longer, Large Overall Man's cock was as thick and bumpy as
summer squash. By the apparent looks of things, there was no way his
mammoth tool was going to fit inside the boy's narrow shit chute, even
with the previous two rapings.
But Large Overall Man paid such considerations no heed. He
just butted his monstrous meat into the boy's broken bottom with a
relentless fury that finally, somehow allowed him to wedge the
grapefruit-sized cock-head into the boy's wrecked rectum. "See,
George?" he babbled to Small Overall Man. "I told you it would fit.
It always fits, George. See, I told you."
"Yeah, you did, Lenny," Small Overall Man agreed. "You told
me all right. Now fuck that little beaner's ass while I get me some
skull." He pried open the boy's lips and buried his six-inch cock to
the hilt, holding Antonio's mouth open so that he could more fully
enjoy the sights and sound of his deep throat raping.
Readjusting to the new position, Fat Man now bent over and
returned to slurping on the boy's dick. While Antonio howled, Fat Man
laughed and started nibbling at the boy's tiny bald scrotum. "So
tasty," he joked before chomping down and crushing the boy's testicles
between his teeth.
"Yeah," Phoebe hissed between mouthfuls of Aleister's
relentless ramrod. "Bite those boy balls. Eat that little dick.
Listen to him scream, Aleister," Phoebe gushed a s she sucked the
demon passionately. "It's just like my Fantasy, only better."
While Fat Man fed on the boy's testes, Antonio just cried and
cried and cried. Large Overall Man caved in the boy's ass for almost
ten straight minutes before he finally pulled out and dumped in the
boy's face. Small Overall Man then took his turn mounting the boy in
the missionary position.
One hunger sated for the moment, Fat Man released the boy's
shriveled nuts from his mouth. Lifting his massive flabby form, the
whale-like man waddled up to the boy's head, kissing his small body
tenderly. Then, without warning, Fat Man sat down, plopping his
entire weight on the boy's face. Bouncing up and down like a playful
whale, Fat Man let loose with about twenty loud, wet farts before he
relaxed. In seconds, long ropes of turd began emerging from his
distended anus.
"Eat that shit, boy," Prison Man ordered Antonio when the boy
tried desperately to turn his face away. To accentuate his demands,
Prison Man jabbed his billy club into the boy's abdomen, letting loose
with a burst of voltage. Blubbering, the boy relented, and began
eating Fat Man's shit as it pumped into his small mouth.
"Take that, you fucking little shit-skinned mongrel," Small
Overall Man groaned, thrilling to the feel of the boy's tight ass
around his cock. Unable to hold back any longer, Small Overall Man
pulled out from the boy's butt. His cock raining cum across the boy's
smooth brown tummy.
"My turn now," Fat Man wheezed. He dismounted from the boy's
suffocating face and lay down on his flabby back. "I want to see him
ride me like a rocking horse," he told Phoebe.
Obediently Phoebe and Prison Man lifted the boy's broken body
off the ground and impaled him on Fat Man's stiff eight-inch cock.
The boy slumped over, too tired to fuck. "Do something," Phoebe
pouted. "I want to see him ride Fat Man's prick."
Prison Man smiled, then jabbed at Antonio again, the voltage
inspiring the boy to slowly begin humping up and down on Fat Man's
cock. As Prison Man continued sending jolts through the boy's body,
Antonio picked up the pace until he was bouncing up and down on Fat
Man at a furious pace.
"Look at the little taco go," Bald Man rasped before stepping
up to the boy and once more brandishing his pierced, tattooed dick in
the boy's face. Antonio needed no encouragement now. His eyes were
bleary with a soulless glaze. He merely opened his tight bloody mouth
and allowed Bald Man to use it as cock slot.
Prison Man stepped up, too, now as did Scary Clown Man. In a
few seconds, they were working Antonio's mouth along with Bald Man,
the three Scary Men playing hot potato with the child's sucking,
slobbering skull. One man would power fuck the boy's mouth, then pass
him to the next man, who would repeat the process, then pass him back
to another thrusting cock.
Phoebe knelt next to Fat Man, her hands pressing the back of
Antonio's skull and forcing the boy's tired mouth to take each dick
thrust deeper and deeper. Scary Clown Man was the first to blow his
load, and when he did he fired several rounds up the boy's nose then
rubbed the rest of his diseased issue over the boy's coughing face.
Bald Man was the next to go, and he beat the boy's face with
his fists as he spewed his seething spunk. Prison Man kept his nut,
however, and methodically raped every inch
of the boy's mouth until Fat Man finally dumped his scum directly into
Antonio's colon.
Phoebe jumped up and down, giggling and clapping as the boy's
broken body slumped over and rolled off Fat Man's flab. With one
quick movement, Scary Clown Man now lowered his head to the writhing
boy's crotch, bit down on his tiny cock and balls, and tore off
Antonio's genitals with a bloody flourish.
The boy's blood curdling shriek tore through the neighborhood.
It was his loudest scream of the night, but still not one door opened.
Nor did one curious person bother to peek out a window or even report
the disturbance to the police. Howling in agony, Antonio rolled onto
his bloody stomach, his hands desperately trying to close the wound
below his waist. All the seven-year-old child could do was whimper,
though, as Prison Man straddled him from behind.
An instant later, Prison Man's billy club snapped over the
child's neck in a chokehold. Yanking the club back, Prison Man forced
Antonio to arch his back. While the boy tried desperately to squirm
away, Prison Man butted his beefy dick-head into the boy's blasted
butt-crack, grunting as his warhead plunged deeper and deeper into the
boy's stretched-out hole. Moments later, he was power-fucking the
child's spent sphincter, his every thrust tearing deeper into
Antonio's colon.
Feeling his asshole give way again and his vertebrae begin to
snap, crackle and pop, Antonio let loose with a fresh round of screams
that were like music to Phoebe's ears. She crawled right up next to
the bawling boy and kissed his ghastly face as Prison Man stomped his
shit chute and crushed his neck.
"Fuck him harder," Phoebe panted, her fingers frantically
strumming her clit. "Harder .. HARDER .. HARDER, GOD DAMN YOU ..
Harder .." She kissed Antonio again, letting the boy howl like a
banshee into her sucking mouth. "That's it, baby," she cajoled the
tiny rape victim. "Ride the Scary Man's cock. That's a good boy.
Feel him FUCK YOUR tight, seven-year-old. little-boy ass."
"Motherfucker .." Prison Man gasped, his large body pushed to
its limits with the inhuman sodomy. He slumped over the boy and with
a loud belch polluted Antonio'ss ass-pipe with a quart of his scalding
cum.
"Oh, god, Aleister," Phoebe whined pitifully. "I still
haven't cum yet. Oh, god, I've got to cum .. please .."
"I know what you want, darling," Aleister sneered. "I know
exactly what you've always wanted." He waved his hands over Phoebe's
sopping snatch. Suddenly a growth began to spurt from her trimmed
pubes. The Scary Men watched and grinned when they recognized the
appendage sprouting from Phoebe's twat.
"A cock .." Phoebe wept for joy. "My very own cock to rape my
little Antoni-oni-oni-oh's tight, seven-year-old ass. Oh, thank you,
Aleister .. thank you, thank you, thank you .. I love you soooo much
."
Phoebe wept for joy as she ogled her new limb, stroking it
lovingly. Her cock measured nine rock solid inches, and it bent
upward with a wicked twist. While she rubbed it back and forth, she
thrilled to the feel of each nerve ending in its sensitive head.
"Oh, I've got to feel what it's like to get sucked," she
giggled. "Come on, Antonio, suck it." She jabbed her new prick
against the boy's blubbering mouth. "Suck Phoebe's big hard cock.
Show me how much you love me. Come on, Antonio, SUCK IT!"
As she coaxed him, she slid inch after inch between his
yielding lips. Every new nerve ending tingled with the feel of the
child's tight, blood-slickened lips as they closed around her swollen
glans. "No wonder guys always want blow jobs," she giggled while she
battered against his tonsils. "Jesus, that feels so fucking good.
Suck it, bitch .. suck it .. suck it .." she repeated over and over
again.
"I know that feels exquisite," Aleister interrupted her
ecstatic abuse. "But you really must try fucking him. There's
nothing quite like the feel of buggering a boy's tender bottom,
feeling your hot spunk pour into his tight belly."
"How should I do it?" Phoebe asked, still thrusting inside the
boy's gaping mouth. She had her hands gripped through his hair now,
her fingers clutching at his ears. While her hips pounded into his
head, her swollen balls slapped up against the bottom of his chin with
a wet whacking sound.
"May I suggest lying on your back and letting him ride astride
that fine prick of yours," Aleister offered. "This way you can look
him in the eye as you rape every last bit of love from his soul."
"Cool," Phoebe droned, pulling out of Antonio's mouth and
playfully slapping her cock across the boy's face. "Do you hear that,
Antoni-oni-oni-oh. We're gonna play horsy again, and this time you're
gonna ride my cock."
The boy neither said a word nor evinced any kind of emotion.
He merely waited for Phoebe to lie on her back, then sat astride her
hard cock with no expression of terror or pain. The Scary Men had
reduced the once vital young boy into nothing more than a numb,
callused husk. His shit chute stretched completely out of shape, his
ass pipe now molded onto Phoebe's dick like a rubber glove.
In seconds, the boy just began bouncing on her dick like an
automaton. When Phoebe looked into her eyes, she saw nothing, not
even one single tear. The child didn't blink as he impaled himself on
her thrusting shaft. He merely stared ahead, his zombie-like gaze
registering nothing.
Phoebe was too close to her soul-shattering cum to care,
however. The feel of the tiny boy's body as it hopped up and down on
her dick sent tidal waves of orgasmic pleasure through her body with
every humping thrust. * So this is what guys feel before they cum, *
she mused to herself. The sensation was totally different than a
womanly climax.
Whereas female orgasm was all about releasing one's life
essence, male orgasm was all about taking that life away. The cum
spewing from her testicles was sheer violence, her cock a weapon. She
bit down on her lip and concentrated on the sensation, letting the
testosterone-induced rage overwhelm her every sense and faculty. "I'm
going to cum .." she shuddered. "Fuck that dick, little boy, ride
that hard cock .." she babbled, the words seeming to lend even more
meaning and clarity to the experience. * It must be a GUY THING ..*

While Antonio rode Phoebe to her final launch, Aleister
silently motioned to Asian Butcher. The Scary Man with the butterfly
knife now silently stole up, his blade poised and ready to strike.
"I take it the cunt's ready," a woman's voice suddenly seeped
out of the shadows.
Aleister turned to the speaker and watched Lilith Magdalene
emerge from the darkness. "Yes, the witch is ready. She was easy ..
so easy .."
"Let's get this over with, then," Lilith licked her lips
impatiently. "I'm hungry and I need to get back to the office. We're
still waiting for her sister to show up."
Aleister nodded to Asian Butcher. The slanty-eyed Scary Man
waited a moment, gauging Phoebe's pending orgasm until she saw her
eyes roll back into her forehead and her hips start bucking furiously.
He smiled, then quietly pounced on her luscious young body.
In an instant, Asian Butcher's knife sank straight between her
heaving tits. With the skill of a surgeon, he tore open her torso and
speared her heart. After digging around for a moment, he withdrew the
blade.
There, impaled at the end of his butterfly knife was a
miniature version of Phoebe Halliwell. The blade bit into the cleft
between the small Phoebe's legs. The doll-sized Phoebe squeaked like
a mouse. Asian Butcher rose and offered the prize to Lilith. The
demoness grinned hungrily, opened her mouth and bit into the fleshy
soul.
In a second, Phoebe's soul was demon food. Suddenly her
consciousness left her own body, and started falling .. falling ..
falling .. forever.
Eons later Phoebe's soul landed in a pit of scalding sulfur.
Indescribable pain enveloped every last quark of her being. When she
opened her eyes, she saw that was immersed in an endless pit with
trillions of other damned souls.
"Now it's your turn, cunt," a voice seared into her brain.
She turned to see Bald Man peering into her with fiery eyes. She felt
herself plunge into his gaze, then land hard. Beneath her naked body,
cold ice bit into her flesh. She scrambled to her feet, but slipped
immediately, her face smacking the ground hard.
"Hello, cunt," a chorus of voices .. SCARY voices .. boomed
all around her. When she looked up she saw an endless line of Scary
Men surrounded her, each one stroking a hard cock. She tried to flee,
but her feet could find no footing on the sheer icy surface. Her feet
kicking desperately, she felt a coil wrap around her neck.
Suddenly, her precognitive powers were unleashed to their full
extreme. The rest of Eternity became one endless vision where she
could see and feel nothing but the ceaseless raping of her immortal
soul. "Nooooo .." she wailed until the end of time.
"Welcome to HELL!" the Abyss responded.