Menagerie of the Damned

more threatening
than the screams of the false souls
surrounding him,

with their whispered threat
of rebirth, and lingering
pleasures.

He heard the clang of metal upon metal,
lock after lock,
as they gave the newbies

the grand tour.
"Here's the Capricorn Ripper,"
intoned a melodious voice.

"Meet Jack, he's the Red River killer,
We have 43 unsolved cases ladies,
all of them chained naked here,

for your pleasure.
And here is the biggest prize of all,
The Jacksonville Reaper."

The key turned and the door creaked open.
Seven piled into the room,
each of them hungry and naked

but for the leather masks,
sealing them for their protection.
Four were tourists,

but he knew the others.
Red Mask flailed his aching naked balls
with her matching riding crop and smiled

when he didn't flinch.
"Gonna be a tough guy today,
eh Kenny?

"We might have to ride you extra hard.
Give you what you really need.
Just like you did to those 48

corpses you left for the gators in the swamp."
Her mouth grinned as she
traced his naked abdomen,

his thorax, then his nipples
with the crop before
slamming it into his gonads once again.

Blue Mask came forward,
grasping his aching cock,
digging her nails into its veins

in sweet ecstasy.
"He's so big and so hard.
Are they all like this?"

"These guys swim in testosterone. The harder
they come, the harder they fall.
Live by cock, die by the cock.

But this time ladies,
we're the ones in charge.
Why ride a bicycle

when you can ride a bull?"
Red Mask straddled him
with her warm, wet cunt,

laying the crop against his neck,
ripping the ball gag from his mouth
replacing it with her dripping cunt.

Blue Mask squeezed his cock hard
as Violet Mask climbed on him,
her naked tits pressing against him

as she offered herself,
cunt and ass,
to the instrument Blue Mask

was stroking, squeezing, swallowing
licking, now featuring Green Mask on the balls,
engulfing them with her mouth, lovingly

pressing her knife into his sac,
as she gummed him hard
and Blue Mask pounded her cuntlike mouth

up and down on his throbbing shaft.
"Don't cum!" Red Mask warned,
"or Green Mask will take a ball."

To emphasize the point,
Green Mask's knife
broke his already scarred skin.

Red Mask mounted him then,
her hot gash devouring his mouth and nose.
"I'm going to fill you when I come.

"Are you ready to take my gift, worm?"
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered,
his words muffled by Red Mask's nether lips.

"Are you ready to eat me?"
He nodded. He would eat her barbequed
fingers one at a time while she

watched at the picnic they would someday share.
Maybe even let her have a nibble or two.
He could feel Blue mask's filed teeth

as they carved streams of red
in his already well-decorated cock,
and could feel Green Mask's blade

as it etched runes into his sac
and she squeezed his right ball
in her cruel mouth.

Red Mask's cunt now covered his mouth,
her clit riding his nose
before it too was swallowed

in the Darkness of her devouring gash, while.
Blue Mask pounded her mouth
up and down his aching shaft.

"Don't come Worm,"
Red Mask warned him,
her blade on his throat now.

"We have many uses for you.
"It's going to be long, long night."
She began to buck up and down on his face then,

her large udders
bouncing up and down
in perfect rhythm with her thrusts,

fingering her own clit as she rode him,
while Blue Mask mercifully
pulled her vacuum cleaner

orifice off his pre-exploding cock
and straddled him, rising up as
Green Mask grabbed his shaft

and worked it around the lips of
Blue Mask's cunt, teasing her
by shoving it into her passage,

pulling it out to rub against her clit,
then around her cunt's lips again
before inserting it deeper and deeper

again as she rotated it around and around
her dripping walls, as Blue Mask
began to thrust in time with

Green Mask's movements,
and the little chubby one
in the Yellow Mask

raked her fingernails
up and down his thighs,
and Red Mask brutally rode his mouth

finally arching her back and
screaming "Drink me now, Worm!"
as she came in a body-

convulsing orgasm
and poured her stream
down his willing throat.

He felt the warmth of her piss
chasing away the cold emptiness
within him.

Obediently, he took Red Mask's bud into his mouth,
steeling himself for another ride,
broken by the creak

of the cell's door,
and then something new.
She wore a Black Mask

in keeping with coal of her skin,
as dark as her Watusi heart.
Spread him for me,

her unspoken words
roaring in the brains
of her lesser sisters,

he was turned
in cowed acquiescence;
the Masked sisters

fleeing from the cell
as soon as the deed was done
and the demon left alone

with its forsaken prey,
her seven-foot body
thrown over his flayed skin,

her breasts pressed against his back,
her fangs buried in his ear,
his core violated

by her nonexistent shaft,
his mind buried
in a tsunami

of coming atrocities.
This was going to be
delicious.