left to right.
Eleanor tried to focus enough so that her cut would cleanly separate the two lips
from each other, but she was a novice at using her new anatomy and intensely aroused as
well. The gash ended up running all the way up to Lori’s right cheekbone and down to
the left side of her chin. Blood, at first, oozed out. Then it pulsed out, rhythmically.
Spurt...spurt...spurt. The sight of suffering and its mischievous instigation!
She had freed part of Lori’s mouth, though. Lori had no more excuses for failing to
confess her love. “Tell me you love me,” Eleanor commanded again.
Lori uttered a sound somewhere in between a whimper and a shriek. Blood flooded
her mouth and she began to cough, wheeze, and spit.
Eleanor grabbed on to Lori’s nipples. Despite all Lori had been through, they felt
soft and warm. Eleanor caressed them. She straddled Lori. Bent down and licked a
nipple. It hardened. Even as blood began to drip down Lori’s chin and onto her chest, it hardened.
Eleanor ran her tongue up the breast, into the thickening puddle of blood. Tasted it.
Liked it. Trailed her tongue up Lori’s neck. Nibbled her ear, gently. Whispered to her.
“Tell me you love me.”
* * *
Lori felt like she had sunk deep under a lake, and the angel was on land barking at
her. She felt no closeness to her.
Likewise, she felt no affection for her. (Why should she? A marionette exhibits no
love for its puppeteer.) Her body responded to the angel’s touches strictly out of instinct.
Her nerves were wired in such a way that her nipple hardened when it was licked. That
was that. There was nothing more to it.
Still, the Omnipotent might punish her. Or punish the angel. Or punish both of them.
The angel should know better than to touch her. Only the Omnipotent could do that. She
thrashed her head around, spit out more blood, and let out a guttural livestock sound.
“Nuh-uhh-ghuh-nuh.”
* * *
Was that a “no”? Did Lori still have the will to defy her?
Eleanor had tasted Lori’s blood, and now she decided she wanted to taste her cunt.
She spread Lori’s broken legs (eliciting many howls from the bitch) and tasted the
warmth, the wetness there. The tastes of suffering and its mischievous instigation!
Tasting wasn’t enough. She had to start chewing. She had to start ripping the meat
away until a piece of outer labia dangled from her mouth. Lori screamed and started to
pass out.
Eleanor slapped her. “Don’t you dare go to sleep on me.” She inserted a talon
between Lori’s legs. It did what talons do. Blood pooled together with her natural
wetness, making the going deliciously slippery. The talon slammed deep and Lori bucked
in rhythm with the penetration. “Tell me you love me,” Eleanor commanded. “Now, you
fuckin’ whore.”
Eleanor felt more alive than she ever had. More aroused than she ever had. She
turned herself around so that she was sitting on Lori’s face while at the same time finger fucking her. She began to grind her vulva into Lori’s mouth-wound. A piece of meat
from Lori’s mouth came up to meet her.
Lori licked her. Tentatively at first, but then more enthusiastically. Even began to
target her efforts on Eleanor’s clit. And Eleanor had increased the rate at which she thrust her talon into Lori’s pussy. And they both let out loud moans and Eleanor felt herself
surging toward climax, but climax wasn’t the most important thing. She pulled herself off Lori and commanded her once again. “Now, tell me that you love me.”
And Lori opened her mouth, but choked on her own blood and couldn’t articulate
words. All that she managed to produce was a groan. A grunting, howling sound.
“Just nod,” Eleanor said through gritted teeth. “Just nod if you love me.”
And, after a long time, Lori’s head shuddered with a tiny twitch. Then she coughed
up more blood, forcing her head into a convulsion not unlike a nod. And Eleanor knew
(finally, knew) that a beautiful young woman loved her. It was as though there were a million little windows in her brain. Seeing Lori confess her love made her feel like all of them had been opened to let in fresh air.
Her victory was short-lived, though, as the hand of the Omnipotent suddenly
appeared and picked Lori up from the ground.
How dare my concubine commit adultery in my presence? How dare she declare her
love for another?
And, with that, His hand of flame fell over the gash Eleanor had made in Lori’s face.
And the two edges of the gash were once again fused together. And He cauterized her
cunt-wounds. And then He shrunk Himself down to the size of a mortal man, and took on
a naked mortal man’s appearance. And He held a flogger made of living lampreys and
took it to His concubine as punishment for confessing love for another.
* * *
And this was the game Eleanor and I played with Lori. Eleanor tortured Lori until
she was convinced that Lori had confessed her love for her. Then I tortured Lori for having confessed love for another, for having lain with another. I would not ordinarily have permitted an angel to play with my concubine. No one plays with my things without my permission.
The play session was only permitted because it was part of Lori’s torture. It was a
sort of warm up. Foreplay. And Eleanor was the most exquisite torturer. I wept when I saw her at work.
Miracles
“MIRACLE BABY” SURVIVES APPARENT ABDUCTION
By Nancy Cavendish
Associated Press
PORTSMOUTH, Virginia (AP) – The grandmother of an abducted infant called his
return “a miracle”, but authorities say this development only raises more questions about the continued disappearance of the baby’s mother.
A spokesman for the Virginia State Police stated that twenty-four year old Lori Morris
went missing the same day as her child and was, in fact, identified by an eyewitness
account as his abductor. Police also stated they had reason to believe that an Indiana
woman (thirty-seven year old Eleanor Blake) may have also been involved in the
abduction plot. The return of the special needs infant, apparently unharmed despite
previous reports he had been injured by his mother, has lead police to speculate that Ms.
Morris may have had second thoughts about the abduction and returned him home.
“We suspect that Lori Morris and Eleanor Blake came to regret their decision,” Trooper
John Connelly of the Virginia State Police said. “We have reason to believe, however,
that they may still be dangerous to themselves or others. We ask that they continue to
make things right and turn themselves in. Further attempts to evade justice will only
make their situation worse. We have no other comment at this time.”
The infant’s grandmother and legal guardian, forty-seven year old Jennifer Morris,
disputes the State Police theory that her daughter returned the infant. “It wasn’t Lori who brought Josh back to us. It was an angel.” Jennifer Morris’ story of being awakened at
three in the morning by a visitor who returned the child has gone viral on social media.
One status she posted yesterday morning described the alleged encounter this way: “I
couldn’t see him that well. It was dark. I couldn’t understand everything he was saying. It was like he was speaking in tongues. But I saw him, and then – like that – he was gone.
Back to Heaven.”
Jennifer Morris reports that Victory Assembly of God (where she is a member) has
scheduled a special prayer and praise service to honor the child’s return. “I have faith that this will be the first of many miracles. Josh will get better, over time. His physical
problems will go away, I just know it. He’s my miracle baby. There’s no reason he won’t
grow up to get married and have a family, like everyone else. There’s no reason why he
won’t grow to a ripe, old age. It’s clear God saved Josh for a reason. He has a special
purpose for this child to fulfill.”
ABOUT NICOLE CUISHING
Nicole Cushing is an author of dark fiction.
Her debut novel Mr. Suicide was released by Word Horde in July, 2015. Her first
full-length short story collection, The Mirrors, was officially released by Cycatrix Press in October, 2015. She is the author of the novellas Children of No One (nominated for the 2013 Shirley Jackson Award) and I Am the New God.
The anthology Werewolves & Shapeshifters: Encounters With The Beast Within
includes Nicole’s short fiction (alongside stories by Neil Gaiman, George R.R. Martin,
Charlaine Harris, and Chuck Palahniuk). One of her tales received an honorable mention
for Ellen Datlow’s Best Horror of the Year, Volume 6. Three of her tales received honorable mentions for Ellen Datlow’s Best Horror of the Year, Volume 5. One of her stories was selected for the Tangent Online 2013 Recommended Reading List. Several of
her stories have been (or are currently being) adapted for audio presentation on podcasts such as Tales to Terrify, Pseudopod, and Cast Macabre. All told, Nicole has sold well over twenty short stories to various markets in the U.S. and U.K.
Her essay on the racism of H.P. Lovecraft has been quoted by The Guardian and
linked to by The Atlantic Monthly.
She invites correspondence via Facebook, Twitter, or (if one must be old-fashioned
about it) email at [email protected].
A native of Maryland, she now lives with her husband in Indiana.
The Sadist’s Bible is her first novella with 01Publishing.
FUN FACTS ABOUT NICOLE
• Nicole cites Thomas Ligotti, Hubert Selby, Jr. and Phillip K. Dick as some of her
influences.
• She frequently writes while listening to the music of Phillip Glass, Shostakovich, or
Alfred Schnittke.
• All of this creates cognitive dissonance, as Nicole is actually quite the redneck woman at heart.
• Nicole can be found stumbling around the lands of Facebook and Twitter, tapping the
microphone and repeatedly asking “Is this thing on?”
PRAISE FOR NICOLE CUSHING…
“The confidence and expertise so blatantly evident in Nicole
Cushing’s writing is astonishing.” —Thomas Ligotti
“Nicole Cushing comes in smart and hard, skilled and strange
times three. Many aspire. But you can’t fake this kind of weird.”
—John Skipp, NY Times Bestselling Author
“This tale of a damaged and murderous child is the most original
horror novel I’ve read in years. Cushing’s prose is rapid-fire,
grisly, and passionate.” —Poppy Z. Brite, reference to Mr.
Suicide
“Audacious, original and gleefully offensive, a broadside against
the entire notion of divinity, with an ending you’ll never see
coming. Nicole Cushing is somebody to watch.” —Jack
Ketchum, in reference to I Am the New God
“Nicole Cushing’s stories grab you by the throat — and don’t let
go until they have slapped you around a bit. I know of few writers
of contemporary weird fiction whose stories pack the raw
emotional power that hers do…” —S.T. Joshi , in reference to
The Mirrors
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Document Outline
The Covenant
The Escape from God
Captured
Faith
Revelations
Damned with Blessings
Miracles
Table of Contents
The Covenant
The Escape from God
Captured
Faith
Revelations
Damned with Blessings
Miracles
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