- Part XVIII -
I turned away from the grimy window, shaking and defeated, after
watching Spike lead my naked wife through the crowd below. He towed
her down the middle of the busy street, putting her on public display,
a fantasy come true for every degenerate in sight.
Anger and frustration overwhelmed me as I descended the narrow
stairway. I exited the building unnoticed, the bikers now distracted by
the show Spike provided several blocks away. Entering the adjacent
alley, I jogged to the next street, desperately needing to escape
the humiliation and helplessness of the situation. My pulse raced as I
ran, my mind preoccupied by what I had just witnessed. The alley seemed
endless, as though I had entered another reality. I drifted as if in
slow motion as I tried to force my legs to move faster and faster.
The shrill squeal of tires jolted me, stopping me in my tracks as the
silver Mercedes appeared suddenly in my path. I stood three feet from
the now motionless car, panting and gasping for breath. The heavily
tinted rear window descended just enough to reveal part of the
occupant's face, hidden behind large, tortoise-shell rimmed dark
glasses.
"Get in," she said, urgently. I hesitated, remembering the last time
I was ordered to take a ride in a large, black limousine. Immediately
understanding my reluctance, the shadowed face moved to within inches
of the half-open window, quickly uttering the familiar words.
"Friend, we can help."
The door opened slightly as I reached for the handle, inviting me
inside. The driver pulled away quickly as I settled into the leather
seat, the force of the sudden acceleration pressing on my heaving
chest.
She eyed me quietly as I caught my breath, waiting for me to recover.
Removing the dark glasses, she replaced them with an untinted pair,
revealing her striking green eyes. The impeccable auburn hair was
pulled back tightly, giving her a "bookish" appearance. An
expensive tweed jacket and white silk blouse beneath it said she was
all business, a woman who knew what she wanted and exactly how to get
it. My attention was drawn to the long expanse of smooth, white thigh
freely displayed from under the brief skirt.
Soon we had circled the block and were headed back toward the noisy
crowd that surrounded Spike and my wife. The driver slowed as we
passed, allowing us to see through a gap in the spectators.
She was spread-eagled on the hood of a large car. A disgustingly obese
biker stood between her legs, holding her slim hips in his vise-like
grip as his monstrous body pounded her repeatedly. Each time his hips
slammed into her, bulging rolls of fat covering his tattooed body
continued to shake and quiver. Spike sat propped against the
windshield, her head in his lap. Her face glistened as he smoothed a
thick coating of cum over it, stopping occasionally to allow her to
suck his fingers clean. Her hair was completely drenched with the
thick, white goo, deposited there by the mob of bikers, now satisfied
just to spew their cum onto her face as Spike spread it over her
trembling lips.
Body shaking, mind slipping over the edge of reason, I reached for the
door. A firm hand grasped my wrist, retrieving me from the potentially
fatal mistake. "Not now," she said, her strong but sympathetic eyes
holding me as the driver accelerated past the disgusting scene into the
night.
Releasing her grip, she adjusted her skirt as she crossed her legs,
revealing more distracting flesh.
"My name is Alyssa. I've been designated your primary contact. I'm
a member of a group working desperately to fight the creatures
that have taken control of you and your wife. We need your help, if
you're up to it."
I nodded my head at once, still trying to absorb her words as she
continued in her sober, business-like manner.
"My husband and I were also once slaves of these creatures, as were
many of our group's members. He was a physicist, responsible for most
of our understanding of the demons and their world. I was his
assistant."
"Was?" I asked, expecting the worst from her answer.
"They killed him. His death was long and painful. I was forced to watch
him bleed to death as they stripped the skin from his body."
"I'm sorry," I muttered, wondering how she could possibly have the
strength to continue her pursuit.
"I've vowed to eradicate these creatures from our world, to use his
discoveries so that his death was not meaningless. I'll send them back
to hell, or die trying."
"What can I do?" I asked, the words "die trying" still ringing in my
ears.
"We've learned to control the portals they use to enter and leave our
world. We'll return later tonight - with a little surprise for Spike."
We drove into the city, finally stopping at a bustling Italian
restaurant with chairs and tables arranged under a bright green awning
over an open patio. We talked over heaping plates of pasta. I asked
endless questions; she answered them in a straightforward, emotionless
way, careful, I realized, to use terms I could easily understand.
"These creatures exist in a reality that is very different from ours.
Do you know anything about quantum mechanics?" she asked, her eyes
searching for a connection.
"Ah, no, not much," I answered, vaguely recalling the phrase from my
college chemistry.
"Wave-particle duality?" she continued.
"Um, kind of," I lied.
"Light behaves as either a wave or a particle, depending on the
experiment used to observe it. To our common sense, it can't exist in
both forms, but it does. This suggests that light is something so
different from our everyday reality that we can't yet comprehend
exactly what it is. They fall into the same category. It doesn't
matter whether you call their home 'hell' or another dimension. What
does matter is that my husband found a bridge from our world to theirs,
and that we can use it against them."
She continued to elaborate on the discoveries of her late husband,
often losing me as she attempted to keep the complexities of their work
from sounding like alchemy. I grew to admire her intelligence and
resolve, trying to imagine the loss she must have suffered, having
shared such a common bond with him. Her eyes seemed to give me
strength as she peered through the large glasses, her empathy
comforting me, preparing me for the still unknown tasks ahead of us
later that night.
The Mercedes sliced smoothly through the night as we returned to the
Grotto. During the long drive back, Alyssa explained her plan and what
was required of me. Slowing to a stop, the driver pulled to the curb
just a few doors away from my wife's building.
The street was nearly deserted as we entered the decaying structure and
climbed the stairs to my wife's room. Alyssa carefully inched the door
open and peered inside. Glancing back at me and nodding, she opened the
door and entered the room, motioning for me to follow.
She was asleep on the bed, her naked body showing the consequences of
the bikers' abuse. Strands of matted hair were glued to her face, the
remnants of dried semen clinging to her eyelashes and lips. Dark
bruises were beginning to appear on the insides of her thighs and
over her hips and stomach, painful reminders of the crowd's endless
violation of her helpless body.
Alyssa walked quickly to the bed, reaching out to place a hand on her
bare shoulder. My wife's eyes opened slowly, looking up at her; then,
rolling onto her back, she spread her legs, waiting for her newest
customer to take her turn.
Alyssa smiled at her, shaking her head as she helped her to her feet.
My wife's confusion turned to relief as she saw me arrive beside her,
tears streaming down her cheeks as she collapsed into my waiting arms.
We explained Alyssa's plan as she dressed, her face reflecting pure
terror as we unveiled the steps necessary to rid her of Spike's
cruelty. She knew our failure would result in her return to Spike's
world, where she would be tortured by demons whose brutality exceeded
her present suffering tenfold. Alyssa tried to reassure her, but her
attempts made little difference as my wife reluctantly followed us out
of the dismal room.
We descended the stairs to the ground floor, then down a darker flight
of stairs to the basement. Alyssa led us through several brick archways
to a small room containing the laboring furnace, rumbling and leaking
steam as it struggled to provide the aging building with a supply of
heat and hot water.
To the side of the roaring beast, fixed to the stone foundation, was a
large mirror, reflecting our images back at us as we stared into the
potential doorway to the creatures' abode.
Alyssa walked directly to the mirror, expertly connecting several clips
to the top and bottom edges, then attaching thin wires from the clips
to the small box she had placed nearby. She returned to me, handing me
the remote unit. Gazing at me intensely with her penetrating green
eyes, she replied, "Let's do it!"
I ushered my wife behind the furnace, where we watched through the maze
of twisting pipes rising from the hissing boiler.
Alyssa stood before the mirror, watching her reflection from a
dangerously short distance. She removed the jacket, then, slowly, began
to unbutton the silk blouse, finally discarding it on the floor beneath
her. Her white, rounded breasts hung invitingly, the large dark nipples
a stark contrast to the ivory flesh as we gaped at her reflection.
Quickly removing the short skirt and lace panties, she stood naked
before the now rippling surface of the full-length mirror. Both
delicate arms rose behind her head as her fingers worked to free the
tight knot of thick hair, allowing it to cascade about the soft
skin of her naked shoulders.
Shaking the mane of auburn hair free, she brought both hands to the
long slit between her parted thighs, slowly separating the outer labia
to present the wet, pink folds of her vulva to glowing eyes on the
opposite side of the mirror. A single finger from her right hand
entered the wet center, then moved slowly along the hooded clitoris,
causing it to swell and glisten as waves of liquid flowed from within
her. Her neck arched gracefully backward as a low "Ummmm" escaped her
supple throat. Her slim body swayed as her hips rocked to meet her
probing fingers, causing my cock to stir and thicken as I watched
beside my trembling wife.
Suddenly a pair of bony hands extended through the wavering surface of
the mirror, reaching for her inviting body as she writhed in self-
induced heat. Slowly, arms, shoulders, head, and torso passed through
the portal's shimmering plane. Spike pushed through his familiar entry
to our world, fascinated by this exquisite new prey, offering her
willing body as she masturbated for him.
Alyssa's eyes met mine just as she shouted, "Now!" I hit the remote
switch just as Spike was halfway through the portal. The flowing
surface pulsed once, then settled back to a solid, flat pane of glass,
trapping the monster between our world and his. He screamed in agony as
his body was severed, green liquid spewing over the mirror's surface.
"Nooo! Mother, please, help me! Aghhhh..."
His screams stopped suddenly as the visible portion of his body dropped
from the mirror to the floor, a puddle of thick, green slime flowing
from the gaping wound.
My wife began to cry hysterically as she approached his limp body
from behind the furnace. The horror was nearly unbearable as she
realized the creature that had sold her to an endless parade of abusive
customers was the same alien infant she had given birth to in the
monster's lair.
Alyssa ran to the mirror, then looked back at me, pointing at the
control in my shaking hand. "Open it, hurry!" she shouted. Quickly
flipping the switch in the opposite direction, I watched the
mirror shift and waver as the portal again opened.
She thrust her head and shoulders through the surface, then, lean white
muscles straining, she pulled the lower half of the demon's body back
through the mirror, allowing it to fall to floor with a dull thud.
She shook the green slime from her hands and arms, noticing our
surprised expressions.
"We can't leave body parts behind - they attract the creatures to the
portal, then lead them here, to us."
She stood facing us, back to the mirror, her slim, naked body
surrounded by the oozing fragments of her latest conquest. She seemed
oblivious to her striking nakedness, reveling in the satisfaction of
her gruesome kill.
My eyes widened in horror as I saw the huge figure squeeze through the
open portal behind her. I activated the control again, hoping to repeat
the plan that had left Spike a neatly severed corpse.
I was too late! The immense monster loomed before us, now even larger
and more sinister than when he last ejected us from his domain in a
furious rage.
Alyssa saw the fear that now paralyzed us, then turned slowly, looking
into the glowing red eyes of the giant demon.
Surveying the carnage before him, his gaze traveled from Alyssa to me,
then finally to my wife. Smiling slightly, he eyed her from head to
foot, amused by the outrageously revealing outfit from Spike's
collection.
"Come here, my dear," he ordered.
My wife hesitated, shaking violently as she stood beside me. The red in
his eyes intensified, causing her to gasp as he invaded her.
Surrendering to him, she paced across the room, stopping so close to
him that her breasts brushed his bulging chest with every deep breath.
Sensing her terror, he replied, "Ahh, you expect retaliation for your
part in the senseless destruction of your son. Life comes very cheaply
to us, my dear. Many others have grown to take this one's place in the
short time since his birth." Now grinning widely, he continued.
"Judging by your appearance, he has served us well!"
"Strip for me. I've always enjoyed watching your body respond as it
swells and drips with desire for me. I'm sure you've missed my special
talents."
She discarded the scraps of clothing, now standing inches from the
monster, totally naked and under his control. Raising both hands to her
nipples, he chuckled as he pulled and twisted them, hearing the low
moan escape her trembling throat.
"Yes, I knew you would be easy."
His huge hands traveled over her shoulders and neck, finally grasping
her head in his powerful grip. Pulling her mouth to his, he kissed her
brutally, mauling her lips and tongue as he held her helpless body. We
watched her shudder several times, then saw her hands enter his heavy
robe, finally caressing his meaty cock with greedy fingers.
She fell to her knees as he released her, fingers still dancing over
his rigid penis, now coaxed from the opening of his parted robe.
Turning his attention to Alyssa, his evil grin widened as he
recognized her face, then her body, as she stood defiantly before him.
"Before I kill you, show us one last time how you used to cum for me."
Her body spasmed, face wincing as he invaded her mind with his unheard
words.
She began to breathe deeply, thrusting her small, firm breasts forward,
hardening nipples rising from the smooth white globes. Her long, narrow
slit opened immediately, revealing wet, pulsing folds of flesh, now
dripping freely as she fought the lust he created.
Her entire body shook with uncontrollable desire, swaying breasts
quivering as her thighs glistened with juices that flowed from the
gaping hole between her legs.
"God damn you," she uttered, just seconds before the massive orgasm
descended on her. A long moan escaped her as her body twisted and
jerked helplessly, cumming and surrendering to his will. The monster
watched with satisfaction until she collapsed to her knees, exhausted
from the crushing spasms.
As she struggled to recover, his grin evaporated, replaced with a
somber stare.
"I should have destroyed you when I took your husband," he toned
menacingly through clenched teeth.
"Did you know that I keep his skull in my collection, as a trophy?"
"Fuck you!" she spat, glaring at him with unbridled loathing.
"Fuck that," he replied, his anger rising. Thin red beams of light
jumped from his eyes to hers, causing her to cry out as the pain
stabbed at her. She turned suddenly toward the furnace. The lean
muscles of her thighs and calves hardened as she fought his hold over
her. Haltingly, step after step, she approached the steam-filled stub
of pipe that jutted from the scalding boiler.
Now inches from the blistering surface, she released a frightening
"Noooo!" as he commanded her to take the sizzling phallus inside her.
She screamed in agony as he forced her closer, the sensitive tissues of
her exposed genitals inflamed from the scorching heat.
Without warning, the large mirror began to vibrate, threatening to
shake itself loose from the stone foundation. For the first time, I saw
fear in his eyes as he glanced first at the mirror, then back at
Alyssa.
"What have you done?" he roared, as he began to lose his control over
her.
She turned to face him, returning a look of hatred and satisfaction
that, for an instant, froze the beast where he stood.
He turned and ran toward the mirror as its surface softened and flowed.
Dragging my wife by the neck, he leaped into the portal, pulling her
through it after him to the safety of his own world.
Seconds later, a blinding, blue-white glow burst from the mirror,
causing my eyes to ache as I shielded them with both hands. I heard
Alyssa's cry as her body collided with mine, landing on top of me
against the far wall. Immediately the mirror exploded, sending a shower
of glass across the room. Razor sharp fragments rained down on us as we
lay against the wall, keeping our backs to the deadly storm.
I raised my head slowly as the last of the knifelike shards fell
around us, sounding oddly like the music of many wind chimes caught in
a sudden breeze. The weight of Alyssa's body pressed against me as I
looked cautiously about the room, echoes of the falling glass still
ringing in my ears. Her head lay motionless on my chest as scores of
tiny cuts over her lean back and buttocks oozed trickles of blood into
the curves and valleys of her ivory body.
Just as I was about to wake her, she was suddenly looking at me, those
determined emerald eyes causing my slowing pulse to quicken slightly.
"You OK?" she asked. "I think so," I croaked, trying to put aside the
effect her self-assured beauty was having on me. Her lips formed a warm
smile that tried to melt away any restraint that I had tried to muster.
She lifted her weight off me, standing, then helping me to my feet. I
saw her wince as the fire from the many cuts over her back found her,
now overcoming the adrenaline rush that had numbed the biting wounds.
"Did you...do that?" I asked.
"Well, not alone. Thirty minutes ago, over a hundred members of our
group each opened a portal and placed a device developed by my husband
on the other side. I placed mine when I recovered the remains of
Spike's body."
"I didn't notice," I replied.
"You, or anyone else, weren't supposed to. The devices 'tunnel' energy
from our reality to theirs, releasing it in a synchronized burst. It's
not quite like combining matter and antimatter, but the chain
reaction is thought to cause massive damage on the other side."
"My wife...is she..."
"I'm very sorry. We're not sure if the creatures really 'die', or just
retreat to a reality we don't yet understand; but a human wouldn't have
had a chance on the other side of the portal. She was an unexpected
variable; I had no idea he would take her back."
Without warning, the pain and anger engulfed me, crushing me as I began
to cry. They had finally won. My wife had been tortured and humiliated
for months, then was taken from me just as we found new hope for our
future together. Now she was gone, taken by the monster in one last
cruel attempt at revenge.
I felt Alyssa's arms around me as I stood there in shock and despair,
then felt her gentle sobs as her tears wetted my shirt. Were her tears
for her murdered husband, my lost wife, or sympathy for me? Maybe there
wasn't just one reason why either of us cried. Maybe we cried for
everyone. Maybe it was just the pain.
We parted company soon after leaving the Grotto. Riding together in
her car, we watched silently as the yawning door of the dilapidated
building shrank, eventually fading from sight. We sat quietly during
the ride to my home, neither of us speaking a word, our thoughts
occupied with the awful past and our uncertain futures.
As the car finally pulled to a stop in front of my house, I glanced at
her tear-streaked face, then, looking away, mumbled, "I, um, ah, ..."
I felt her hand land gently on my arm, stopping me in mid stammer.
"I'm sorry about your wife. If I could have done anything to save her,
I would have. Try to put this behind you. It won't be easy, but you can
do it. I did. I must go now."
Smiling with great effort, she squeezed my arm firmly, then released
me as the door opened.
"Have a good life," she offered warmly, as she placed the large dark
glasses over her reddened eyes.
I climbed from the car, then turned back, looking into a face that now
appeared as it did the first time we met, half hidden behind the smoky
lenses.
"Will they be back?" I asked.
She looked at me for a long time before answering.
"We'll watch and wait. Time will tell."
She reached for the door, closing it with a soft thud, leaving me
staring at the tinted window. As the car pulled from the curb, the
window lowered a few inches, allowing a narrow shaft of daylight into
the dark interior. She looked back as the car picked up speed, the dark
lenses hiding pools of tears rising in those unforgettable green eyes.
