Starving For Genius - Episode 11

Erotic Substance (Explicit)

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Chapter Five

Cenobites Cove

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“Are those contacts?”

Stunned, I was afraid I already knew the answer as I stood there staring at Jules, bewildered that she no longer had any white in her eyes.

“Ah, don’t insult me. You know better than that. It’s my true blood. Ink.”

“So it’s permanent?”

“Nothing’s permanent, Vanilla Bean. But yeah, it’s a part of this body until I move on to another. So what can I do for you? Lookin’ to get another girlie tat from my gun, or what?”

Sarcastic with that forked tongue of hers, Jules looked demonically delectable in her pursuit of becoming a real-life cenobite from that Hellraiser clan she was so obsessed with.

“I think you and I are more alike than it would appear. You know that god-like gratification you get when aligning pleasure and pain? Well, my nirvana is pleasure and music. Any kind of music. Even that hardcore shit you have playing right now.

“The thing is, my inkwell seems to have run dry for some reason. So do you think you got anything downstairs that might help me bleed it back out?”

“Well, given that you’re still as vanilla as a Mickey D’s shake, I don’t believe it would be wise to throw you down there among the hungry wolves. And since you have that cool last name and all, maybe we can come up with a win-win.”

“Do I?” I asked. “With all the vanilla references, I didn’t think you heard me last night.”

“You’re the first Zerylnick I’ve ever met. With your height and features, I figured you had Russian blood running through those veins, But once I heard you say Zerylnick, I have to admit, it made me a little wet.

“A family lineage of bleeders?! Your ancestors were fucking amazing! Going around convincing people they needed to be filleted to get rid of their sickness? I mean yeah, they believed it themselves since that was the norm back then, but can you imagine? They took their blades to so many different walks of life. From peasants to royalty. From infants to the elderly. All lying there in submissive desperation to have their illness extracted while your family sliced open their flesh with razor-sharp steel. What a rich history.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“My graveyard guy will be taking over in awhile,” she said. “Why don’t you go have a donut hole around the corner and come back in thirty.”

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Wired up on a few cups of coffee, I returned to the cove to find Jules’ graveyard guy behind the counter. The kind of guy who is so big his arms puff out from his sides. Built like such a mammoth that he’d crush you with one blow if he caught you, or die from not being able to breathe if he didn’t. Obviously the after hours muscle for the twenty-four hour shop, and also quite possibly one of the owner’s personal toys, as he looked like he could be such with that spiked dog collar wrapped around that massive neck of his.

“Hey, is Jules around?” I asked.

“Back here,” he answered as he gestured to the curtain at his back.

Pulling it open revealed a naked strawberry blonde on all fours, her mouth wide-open and sealed around a dildo while drool poured down her chin and over a spiked dog collar of her own. Guess they were all Jules’ slaves.

A chain was attached to the fake dick, and before my eyes could follow the links to find its end, Mammoth handed the reins over to me.

“Your safe word is…”

He looked down into my eyes.

“Vanilla.”

“Safe word?” I ignorantly asked.

“If shit gets too much for you to handle, say it.”

He then reached down and slapped his heavy hand over the girl’s ass, prompting her to get going and guide me to their master.

As she began to lead me into a long narrow corridor, I noticed that the chain actually had two ends, and I became quite surprised when I discovered the second was attached to another dildo, this one stuffed deep into the slave’s ass.

I tilted my head down a little to catch a glimpse below it, and sure enough there was a third one chained to the second, stretching the lips of her swollen pussy while the act of crawling on hand and knee caused friction in her two gaping holes.

Impaled three times over. Three.

No! Not fucking now! Stay focused!

We came to a trap door, where the slave lifted it open to a set of stairs leading into darkness.

Once she had me inside she closed the entrance above my head and down we went as I used my free hand to feel the walls of the close quarters. The tension in the chain I was holding tightened, as my guide, who I could no longer see, pulled me down to the underworld.

Every now and then we’d come upon these dimly-lit alcoves that held nothing but single doors. Doors, that in my mind led to the demented fulfilling their deranged sexual fantasies. And here I was, Vanilla Boy, desperate to join in if it meant getting my mojo back.

Reaching to what appeared to be the bottom of this demented pit, this last door opened to yet more darkness, and once it shut behind me I again had to rely on the tension of the chain to lead my blindness.

A few yards in and we came to a stop. I sensed that we were in a much more open space, and the only thing I could hear was the sound of something hovering, possibly slightly swaying above me.

All of a sudden music blasted to life while the chain in my hand was simultaneously jerked away. My clothes were then being stripped off at a pace that matched the distorted electronics of Prodigy’s frantic fusions, while the bass echoed throughout the room and my body.

I wouldn’t call myself an avid listener of the group, but their sound was distinct enough to where I knew it from others. And the name, Prodigy. With Jules’ ironic and sarcastic sense of humor, I didn’t doubt for a second that this was a selection she had purposely chosen.

My hands were being held at my back, and just as my ears picked up on the lowering of whatever was above me, black lights switched on.

As my eyes struggled to adapt, they began to make out fluorescent patterns on the thing that was slowly descending down in front of me in mid air.

I then felt a pair of hands grab the cheeks of my ass, immediately followed by warm wetness enclosing over my flaccid cock and hanging balls

The first pair of hands, the ones that had been holding my own at my back, let go just as a soft light filled the room.

The thing hanging in front of me is what had latched on to my genitals.

It was a body.

Someone was floating.

Chest up, their head hanging lower than the rest of their body, orally attached to me as my eyes gradually adjusted.

It was Jules, her nude body suspended there three feet off the ground, hanging by nothing but hooks.