Tortured Silence

by Michael Clement

  Grabbing my arms, she yanked me up off of the floor, somehow. The pain nearly made me pass out. I could feel the burns now on my lower body and legs.

  A door opened, and a second cloaked figure hurried into the room.

  Candace.

  Her undead face was unmistakable under the cloak.

  “You fucking lied,” I mumbled, as the room swayed around me. Tian didn’t have one undead servant. The bitch had two.

  “Help me carry him,” Tian yelled, ignoring my comment.

  My wife’s murderer hurried forward and slipped under my other arm to support me. I would have ripped her to pieces, but even thinking hurt right now.

  “Can you heal me?” I asked Tian, hating to ask her. But, my own spells were unresponsive at the moment.

  “Say, Please,” she whispered, as the two women hurried me down a set of stairs.

  I would have rather eaten dirt, but…

  “Please,” I muttered.

  Tian laughed as we entered what had been the kitchen. Now, a big hole took up most of the floor. A rope ladder led downward. Thankfully, the drapes had been pulled in this room as well.

  Suddenly, I realized that if the sun burned me, it probably burned Tian as well.

  “Does the…” was all I could get out. Tian kissed my cheek. Then, Candace picked me up and jumped into the hole.

  We landed in the sewer with a splash. The cold, stinky water drenched my whole body.

  “Dammit,” I shouted, coughing and sputtering. It was even in my mouth!

  The pain of impact almost made me pass out. My skin throbbed and ached. Shutting my eyes, I almost gave in to the pain. Tears filled my eyes as I fought to stay conscious. I could feel blood dripping out of my burned skin. It made little splashing noises as it hit the water at Candace’s feet.

  The zombie growled at me. The scent of her breath washing over my face and burrowing into my nose snapped me awake. It smelled like week-old garbage left out in the hot summer sun.

  Opening my eyes, I saw that, like James, her mouth had been wired shut. And, so had the large puncture wounds in her chest where Mary had sliced into Candace with a tentacle.

  The once beautiful woman looked like a freak show with rotting, pale skin and tortured green eyes. The blonde hair on the left side of her head had been torn away, leaving only wisps of hair. Something was moving next to her ear.

  Looking closer, I saw a black beetle’s ass wiggling as it burrowed into her skin.

  Shuddering, I looked away from the creature that held me.

  Candace didn’t wait for Tian. She strode down the sewer with a purpose. A splash behind me let me know that Mockery had finally made it down to the water.

  Then, a second splash followed the first.

  Yanking my head around, I saw Tian hurrying after us with James in tow. His head was cricked to the side, and the zombie looked even madder at me than before.

  Fuck it.

  Shutting my eyes, I fought to not scream. Every step was painful. Each jolt shot agony up my spine. Little splashes of light fought to overwhelm my vision, each time we passed a sewer grate.

  The second time I caught on fire, Candace just dropped me in the sewer water and dragged me back into the darkness.

  The third time… I passed out for good.

  - 6 -

  I woke up, not remembering passing out in Candace’s arms. Dark Goddess, that sounded weird.

  Waking up next to Tian was strange, as well. Her head was lying on my shoulder, and her left arm was draped over my chest.

  I didn’t hurt anymore. Somehow, she had healed me.

  And I didn’t stink. Tian hadn’t just healed me. She had washed my hair and skin, removing the scent of sewer.

  Not moving, I looked around. We were in a man-made cavern. I could see that someone had dug through the rock, shaping the room, but leaving it rough.

  A slight tremor rippled through the shadows next to the fire.

  Candace.

  She was staring at me from the other side of the room. I couldn’t see much of her, and it surprised me that she had moved at all.

  Her eyes flashed as she moved an inch closer. Candace’s face looked more alive now. Instead of the face of an emotionless zombie only filled with hunger and hatred. I now saw anger and confusion in her eyes.

  Candace had killed my wife, Brynn, and then had brought her back to life. She wanted my wife to be her wife. The two of them had been lovers before Brynn, and I had married.

  It felt terrific knowing that Candace wouldn’t be with her again. The feeling was small and petty, but I acknowledged its existence.

  A chuckle slipped out of my mouth as I stared at her.

  She’d never have sex again, and that thought made me smile.

  Then, I remembered that Mockery was a Necromancer. Maybe, they had sex with the dead?

  Shit. I hoped not.

  The thought almost made me shiver with disgust. But, at the last minute, I held still so that I wouldn’t wake Tian. It was bad enough that I had chuckled.

  Her body felt… soft… and warm pressed up against me. I could feel one of her breasts pressed up against my side.

  Twenty-eight.

  She was a year younger than me. Mockery was a skilled liar, but I had a feeling that she had told me the truth. Now that she was sleeping next to me, I could see tiny lines forming in the corners of her eyes. They were faint, but there.

  That meant she was in her mid-twenties to early thirties, which lined up with the age that she had told me. I almost breathed a loud sigh to release my stress. When I hadn’t been sure of her age, it had driven me crazy.

  Now, I felt better about having a second wife.

  Wife.

  There was that word again. For a little bit, I had seen Mary, Hana, and Taesa as my wives as well. But, being away from them, made the girls feel less like wives, and more like fuck-buddies.

  It wasn’t a good feeling, but it was there as well. I still cared for them, but they didn’t really feel like wives anymore.

  Shit, my love life was such a mess.

  But, Mockery.

  Shit, we had exchanged ribs. That had to mean something.

  “It means that I’m your wife,” Tian mused, pulling her body closer to me. I shivered, not really liking that she could listen to my thoughts so easily.

  Scowling, I looked over at her.

  Her dark brown eyes stared back at me.

  “Thank you for healing me,” I said. “How did you do it?”

  “You don’t want to know,” she replied, breaking eye contact with me.

  “Why do you keep calling me your husband?” I asked.

  Her eyes drifted back to mine.

  Then, they twinkled. “Because it bothers you.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “You have her heart,” Tian suddenly whispered to me as she caressed my chest where I had felt the other heart beating.

  Chills went through me.

  “Whose heart?” I asked, already afraid of the answer.

  Mockery giggled.

  “Azlin’s,” she murmured, tweaking my nipple.

  “What?” I yelled, sitting up.

  Mockery turned on her side, smiling at me. Her naked skin gleamed in the firelight, making me want to forget everything that she had said, and just fuck her.

  “Mother’s goons retrieved Azlin’s dead elf body when they retrieved Taesa,” she said.

  “Why did she put it an elf heart in my chest?” I groaned.

  “You were dying, and it is a power source,” Mockery replied, as she peeked under the blankets.

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to yell at her, pull the blankets up, or yank them off.

  Mockery’s hand dipped under the comforter.

  Holy shit.

  Leaning back, I just stared at her as she stroked me.

  “If you are going to be the King in the Darkness,” Tian mused, as her hand stopped and squeezed, “you need to learn how to take what you want, instead of as
king nicely.”

  She began to work up a rhythm, which sounded like a great idea to me.

  Candace shifted farther into the light, ruining the moment.

  Just like she had planned.

  Fuck her.

  I shut my eyes and just enjoyed the moment.

  Tian’s hand stopped, and her fingers traced the tip of my penis, driving me crazy.

  “I will do anything that you want,” the little Necromancer mused in my ear.

  Then, she squeezed the tip of my penis… hard… with her nails.

  Gasping, my eyes shot open.

  A wicked look was in her eyes again, as the tip of my pecker throbbed.

  “Bazal,” she purred. “I like it when a man is rough and forceful… and takes what he wants.”

  Her hand squeezed me in a vise-like grip, making me gasp for air. “Something about being tied up and being defenseless just plain does it for me.”

  Her hand began stroking me again, but I could now feel that it had gone past teasing, and there was a purpose.

  Her mouth moved close to my ear, and she whispered. “I like being hit.”

  My head twisted to look at her in shock. That was well past hearing that a woman liked it rough.

  Tian licked her lips in excitement, as a blush spread across her cheeks. She was enjoying telling me what she really liked.

  “Why?” I stuttered. It was getting hard to concentrate. “Why do you like being hit?”

  Mockery shrugged and then stopped pumping.

  My whole body tingled and screamed… more! My hips reared up, and all I wanted was for her to continue. All thoughts about… hitting disappeared.

  “I don’t know,” she finally said. “I just like it.”

  Then, she pulled my face down to hers. Tian’s tongue slid into my mouth, making my heart skip a beat when I felt her tongue ring. I sucked on it, pulling a groan from her mouth.

  Mockery’s arms wrapped around the back of my head, pulling on me so that she could guide me on top of her.

  “Do you want me to cum?” she asked as she spread her legs.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  - 7 -

  She took both of my hands and then guided them so I was holding her arms above her head.

  “Press downwards,” she instructed.

  Before I could argue, she shifted so I could feel her wetness against the tip of my penis.

  Fuck it.

  I pushed down on her wrists, hard enough that she gasped in pain.

  Then, I slid into her.

  Fuck.

  She was wet but so tight that I could barely get into her. I had to work my hips, pushing and twisting into her a little bit more with every thrust.

  Leaning on her arms, I began to slide in and out of Tian. The pain had to be growing, but instead of getting angry, Mockery seemed to like it.

  A moan slipped out of her mouth, and I stopped for a second to decide if she was lying, or really happy, or if it was a groan of pain.

  “Dammit,” she cursed. “Fuck me, you pussy!”

  She was intentionally trying to make me mad.

  And it was working.

  Pulling out of her, I flipped the smaller woman over.

  Then, I cracked her ass hard.

  Tian let out a shriek of surprise. Then, she smiled at me. Her ass was red and glowing, but… she smiled.

  So I cracked her ass with my other hand. Spanking her was fun, but hitting her… I would not do that.

  Grabbing Tian’s hips, I slid back into her.

  Then, I began a steady rhythm. I could feel magic beginning to boil within both of us. Sex was the oldest magic that existed. It could create life or chaos, depending on who was involved.

  Stopping for a second, I pulled out of her and twisted her to the left. I wanted her to cum, and I didn’t want her to call me a pussy anymore.

  So, I began to spank her in earnest. All of my rage, irritation, and frustration with Tian, her mother, and my other lovers boiled out of me. I covered every square inch of her ass, and then some with red marks.

  Tian screamed and wiggled after each smack. But, she didn’t pull away or yell stop. So, I flipped her onto her back. The smaller woman looked up at me in surprise.

  She hadn’t expected the goblin inside of me to awaken. Goblins liked it savage and rough, unlike most humans.

  I grabbed Tian’s long legs and slid them up to my shoulder. Then, I bent her in a knot, as I climbed back into her.

  The magic roared all around us. Mockery was excited. She could barely breathe in the compressed position that she was in, but I didn’t care.

  And, Tian knew it.

  She kept making small gasping sounds as I pressed down harder.

  Slam.

  Slam.

  My second heart began pumping, pouring even more magic into our efforts.

  Mockery clenched under me with every muscle that she had.

  Then, Tian climaxed.

  The magic swirled all around her, rising and falling as she gasped and twisted beneath me. Her head turned back and forth as she rode out the climax. Her position only allowed her to make brief, hee, hee, hee noises that were high pitched, like a bird cawing.

  Then, she looked right at me and clenched even tighter.

  The eye contact drilled into my skull.

  Throwing my head back, I roared. It felt so good to just let loose and not worry about whether or not she was enjoying herself. With Mockery. It was clear. She told me what she liked and how she wanted it. And, Tian was loud, like an arcade machine, so I knew when it felt good.

  As I climaxed, the magic that we had built left her and flowed back into me. And, more than magic came with it, information did as well.

  Tian had sixteen sigils in her mind.

  Shit, she was more powerful than me.

  The magic that we had raised wouldn’t help me get stronger.

  But, it would help Hana.

  Without thinking, I dumped all the power into Hana’s link. The energy poured through our connection like a flash flood roaring down a dry creek bed.

  Darkness filled my gaze, and then I felt my attention… drift away.

  --M--

  “Bazal’s poured a stupid amount of energy into her…” Mary complained.

  Hearing a negative comment from my most ardent supporter surprised me. Looking around, I saw Hana on the floor, shuddering in Taesa’s lap.

  The three women were sitting naked in an inscribed circle. I could see salt and chalk on the floor around them, along with candles that illuminated the room. Dark runes had been painted on Mary and Hana’s skin, and white runes were painted on Taesa.

  My heart gasped when I saw them all together.

  Except, Hana was shuddering and moaning in pain.

  “He gave her too much,” Sun said, as she walked past me and knelt next to Hana.

  Shit.

  Sun was naked as well.

  I should have looked away. Mary was forty-five. Lady Shufan or Sun, as I thought about her, had to be fifty-five, if not sixty. But, instead of horrified, it surprised me. Not an ounce of fat existed on her.

  If she would have had huge, saggy breasts, then I wouldn’t have been intrigued by her. But, Sun’s breasts were small and tight, close to her body. Her hair was long and grey, but her eyes were alive and full of life, much like a younger woman.

  Leaning down, Sun kissed Hana, drawing the energy that I had given my lover out of her body. It foamed around Hana’s mouth like hot, dark chocolate, misting in the air like exhaust from a smokestack.

  The longer Sun kissed Hana, the more aroused I became.

  Especially when she sat up.

  Sun’s hair wasn’t all gray anymore.

  Shit, most of it was dark black now, except for dozens of gray hairs that were now the minority. The wrinkles around her eyes had pulled back and faded, and her skin looked younger and softer.

  “What did you do, Mistress?” Mary asked.