The Department of Hate - A Love Story

by Anthony O'connor

  Sergeant Wilson, the leader of the assault team, felt sick in his heart as he looked over the row of dead bodies. Hardened as he was to all of this he still could not be unaffected by such senseless slaughter. Innocent families cut down. It was happening more and more frequently. He was part of a special Chicago task force formed in response. They had been closing in on this gang for a week. If only they’d gotten here moments earlier. The other members of his squad had spread out and were covering the downed home invaders. One of them called out

  “Jack, got a live one over here.” Sergeant Wilson walked over to him and looked down. It was the leader of the group, Robert Malone, responsible for at least a dozen attacks over the last four months, thirty men, women and children killed. Malone was trying to move and groaning out loud. He looked up at the two police officers, pleading, though still arrogant and defiant.

  “I need help, call an ambulance.” Sergeant Wilson thought of his own family at home, his wife Anna and their daughter Sylvia. He locked eyes on Malone, pointed his weapon at him, snarled

  “Fuck you.” Then he fired a burst of rounds into his face and chest. The other officers carefully failed to notice anything untoward.

  The watching demons were rolling around, laughing their faces off. One of them noticed Jarrod, Cassandra and Abaddon watching on. He was shocked to see Lord Beelzebub himself standing there. He jumped to his feet instantly

  “My Lord.” Jarrod remained silent. Abaddon spoke out.

  “What’s going on? You all seem pleased. What’s so special about a gang of robbers and murderers – they’re everywhere?” The demon in charge was being careful but was obviously delighted

  “Not them Sir, they’ve been ours practically since they were born. But the oh so righteous Sergeant Jack Wilson has just joined the ranks of the dammed. We’ve been after him for a long time. We’ll be getting our hooks into him thick and deep now. He won’t escape.” Abaddon nodded

  “I see, well done then.” The other demon replied

  “Thank you Sir.”

  In this room alone, like the previous one, there were hundreds of live views with similar scenes unfolding – each attended to by a group of demons. In any one of them that he glanced at Jarrod could see armed men smashing their way through doors, victims struck and knocked to the ground, constant screaming, and in all too many cases victims viciously gunned down. He grimaced but didn’t say anything. Cassandra spoke out, loudly

  “This is just awful.” Jarrod replied sadly

  “I know.” Abaddon didn’t care in the slightest what Cassandra thought about anything but he found the Lord Beelzebub’s response simply incomprehensible.

  They arrived in the main control room. It was larger than the other two rooms almost as large as the first one. Again, there were many live views each surrounded by groups of demons, but this time there were several very large views as well which displayed charts and diagrams of some kind. On the far wall there was a large live view of the whole earth – a flattened projection showing all of it, with points of interest clearly marked. Jarrod couldn’t help but be fascinated by these displays. Clearly some huge operation was in play - nothing good, he could be sure of that. Cassandra looked over it all and rolled her eyes in dismay.

  Abaddon led them to the command station at the centre of the room. Several of the demons there snapped to attention, vastly surprised to see Lord Beelzebub after all this time. They were senior commanders and recovered quickly. They were loud and effusive in their greetings, trying to veil their obvious fear

  “Lord Beelzebub.”

  “Welcome back, my Lord Beelzebub.”

  “Lord Beelzebub! My Lord.” Jarrod didn’t reply to any of them. He just stared back at them. He was still surprised at how they recognized him so quickly and also of how obviously terrified of him they all were. Abaddon spoke to them, with an air of command, asking

  “How is the plan progressing?” The closest of the demons, Commander Ronove, replied quickly

  “Very well Sir. The five cells are in place. We’ve leaked details to the U.S security forces for three of them – clearly implicating the Russians and the Chinese. The first cell is about to be taken down.”

  Commander Ronove waved his hand and the view in front of them changed to that of a man in a hotel room. He was kneeling on the floor hands clasped in prayer – next to him there was a large suitcase. Jarrod knew instantly what that had to be. The demons watched on with great amusement. One of them was mouthing phrases

  “My place in Paradise is assured.” The man in the hotel room was clearly hearing the voice in his head, he repeated

  “My place in Paradise is assured.” The demon, with a wicked grin, continued

  “My enemies will burn in Hell forever.” The man repeated the phrase.

  “My enemies will burn in Hell forever.” The demons watched on, laughing raucously, barely able to stop themselves from rolling around on the floor. Commander Ronove, eyes shining brightly, paused, then said

  “Now, watch this.” The doors and windows exploded inwards and there was a mighty roar and an impossibly bright burst of light as a flash grenade exploded. Counter terrorist commandos burst into the room. The man on the floor was killed instantly – two shots through the throat and the brain stem. The soldiers rushed towards the device. Commander Ronove was still enthusiastic

  “Wait, it’s not over yet. I put a tracer on him.” He waved his hand and the view changed. It was now focused over the pit. The dead man from the hotel room was tumbling down into it, twisting about and screaming wildly. He could be seen clearly amongst the constant stream of the other dammed souls falling with him - his image enhanced and highlighted in a small circle of light. Commander Ronove sneered

  “No virgins for him.” The demons were all practically pissing themselves – screaming in delight. They loved violence in any form. They loved retribution and revenge in all of its infinite varieties.

  Commander Ronove was especially pleased with himself. He’d been planning this for a long time. He wanted to explain it all.

  “From the details we planted – they’ll do the back trace easily enough. They’ll get the other two later today. That will confirm it.” Jarrod could guess most of it but he wanted to be sure. He turned to Abaddon and asked

  “What exactly is he talking about?” Abaddon looked at Ronove

  “Commander!” Commander Ronove spoke quickly and earnestly, looking directly at Lord Beelzebub, eager to impress

  “My Lord, we have five cells in two cities – we’re giving them three of the cells. They’re religious extremists of course, fanatics, they would be horrified - to say the least - to find out they were recruited by us and working for us. They will never know. All of the detailed evidence has been set up to point to Russian and Chinese involvement. In the current crisis, well, escalation is certain“. Jarrod was impatient to get it all out in the open

  “The suitcases? Nuclear?” Commander Ronove replied

  “Of course, my Lord, forty kilotons each, more than enough.” Jarrod shook his head, horrified at what her was hearing, he asked

  “Which cities?” Commander Ronove replied smugly

  “New York and London, my Lord.” Jarrod at first didn’t know what to say and just stared back at him. Could he stop this? Could he just order them not to?

  Abaddon could easily see what Lord Beelzebub was thinking. He was terrified to think that he might say it out loud. Oh, the woeful limitations of the human form, so weak, so pathetic. The master had to revert back, the sooner the better. He quickly asserted

  “My Lord, the plan was set up by His Holiness Lord Lucifer, it can’t be changed.” Jarrod was confused

  “But what are you trying to do? Global nuclear war, why?” Abaddon was astonished that Beelzebub couldn’t even remember this

  “You must know my Lord, it’s a diversion – from the main assault.” Jarrod couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

  “A diversion! For what?” Abaddon
replied slowly, carefully

  “We’re in the final days my Lord, the apocalypse. We’re going to attack Heaven itself. This time we’ll win.” Jarrod stared back at him quite unable to say anything in reply.

  All around him, in every view he looked at, he could see men and women preparing for war - or already fighting and killing each other. A long row of battle tanks roaring across the plains. Jet fighters in the sky above. Troops huddled in shelters screaming abuse at them as they flashed by overhead. Gangland fighting. Children with machine guns blazing away at each other – faces contorted with rage. An ongoing riot in London – crowds swelling to tens of thousands, rapidly escalating. Heavily armed troops being rushed to the scene. Fires breaking out and growing, entire city blocks burning. Rage and hatred on every face. Darkness and savagery everywhere. In New York, Manhattan, there were already military choppers buzzing about looking for the nukes. Several large gunships hovering, ready when needed. Assault teams checking their weapons, waiting. Whole vast fields of nuclear missile silos, everywhere, ready to launch, just aching to do it. No one seemed immune to the engulfing madness – and everyone knew what was coming. Behind it all the never ending beating of the drums, louder and louder. Hidden in its rhythm Jarrod imagined he could hear the hauntingly familiar satanic phrase

  “Sieg Heil. Sieg Heil. Sieg Heil.” He felt like weeping for the future of mankind - or its lack of one - even though apparently he’d never even been one of them.

  Cassandra had been listening to all of this with rapidly growing despair and obvious distress. Her response was considerably more direct. She burst out with

  “You’re all a bunch of fucking assholes.” Commander Ronove enjoying his moment of triumph, was outraged that a human slave should even speak much less criticise his work. He turned on Jarrod with a snarl

  “You should keep your fucking bitch muzzled and leashed.” Abaddon and the other demons looked on with utter shock. As Ronove realised who he was speaking to and how he’d been speaking he let out a low strangled

  “Aaagghhh” and fled from the room. Abaddon signalled four of the soldier demons waiting at the side of the room. They turned and pursued Ronove.

  Jarrod took Cassandra by the hand and spoke quietly. He shared in her outrage though he hadn’t expressed it so directly

  “I know you’re right.” He wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t included him in her censure. He hoped not. The demons paid no attention to Cassandra – they didn’t care at all about her. They were all very surprised by Ronove’s actions though. His instant fall. His subordinate Marabas was already contemplating his own promotion. He was very pleased. They all seemed to be waiting for Jarrod’s response. Jarrod turned to Abaddon

  “He’s obviously in a lot of trouble.” Abaddon was still astonished by the Master’s apparent naivety.

  “Of course my Lord! We have zero tolerance for insubordination of any kind.” Jarrod found this deliciously ironic and just a little bit insane. He asked

  “What will be done to him?” Abaddon replied casually

  “Standard punishment my Lord, gutted, beheaded and cast into the pit.” Jarrod thought about it. He didn’t really care what the demons did to each other and this one clearly deserved whatever he had coming. He glanced at Cassandra. She shrugged. She obviously didn’t care either. Still, he wanted to question Ronove further. He spoke to Abaddon

  “No don’t. Not just yet. Hold him. I want to talk to him.” Abaddon couldn’t understand this at all. But he replied quickly

  “Of course, my Lord.” He motioned to one of the soldiers who ran out after the others.

  Abaddon wanted to be sick. What the fuck was going on? In the old days the Lord Beelzebub would have taken great delight in performing the gutting and beheading personally and he would have personally kicked Ronove’s head far out into the pit with near manic glee. Was he now so besotted with his little human bitch as to preclude all possibility of reason and righteousness? Had he no pride? She was attractive, as slaves go, no doubt, and strong spirited. But she was still just a slave. There were millions of them. Though he had to admit he was looking forward to playing with her for a few days - after the Master recovered as he surely must. She would be tasty and she would pay dearly for her current presumptuousness. Only of course if there was anything left once the Master finished with her and discarded her – and quite often there wasn’t much. But the Master had to recover first – why was it taking so long?

  Chapter 10 – Whips and Chains

  Cassandra was waiting in the main living room along with five other girls. This was her first night at Madame Zelda’s House of Pain and she was about to meet her first client. She was a bit nervous but mostly it was just from not knowing what to expect. For her first session she was going to partner up with her new girlfriend Adrienne. Adrienne had suggested this place to her several weeks ago and had introduced her to Madame Zelda. Cassandra at first had found the whole idea to be ludicrous, then just amusing and then, well, why not. She was so sick of scraping by week to week and the money she could make here was simply fantastic.

  Cassandra didn’t know the other girls very well yet, but they all seemed quite nice. Some of them had been working here for years and were old hands. The girl across from her, Susana, had been here the longest. She had been extremely friendly and helpful, a delightful person. Cassandra had seen her in action, dressed in tight black leather and wearing stilettos. She could be as brutal as the clients seemed to want. She had allowed Cassandra to watch one of her sessions. She was with a middle aged man. He seemed very timid. Once he was naked he even looked a bit ridiculous. She was harsh, demanding and unforgiving. She seemed to enjoy abusing him verbally and then punishing him with her weapon of choice: cane, tawse, strap, whip. At the end of the session Susana had flipped him over a chair, tied him down, attached a strap-on to herself and then mounted him from behind. She thrust away with wild abandon. The man squealed loudly. Susana grunted – enjoying it as an act of conquest. It was certainly very dominating. Cassandra watched with wide eyed amazement. She’d never imagined such a thing was even possible.

  She looked across at the Japanese twins Aika and Eiko. They were dressed quite meekly, low cut white blouses and very short light blue skirts. They weren’t really twins but close enough. They were here as submissives. The House catered for that as well. Their speciality was schoolgirl fantasies. They were very popular. They could expect bare bottom over the knee spankings just as the warm up, after that there seemed to be no limit to the perverse imaginations of eager clients. Madame Zelda didn’t allow anything too extreme though and all of the girls looked out for each other. Cassandra was sticking to the dominant role to begin with and that was what most of the clients were looking for. But later she would be expected to sometimes take the submissive role as well. This usually included sex. It paid a lot more.

  Adrienne came into the room. She’d gone for the standard fishnet stockings, tight black body garment, high leather boots and whip look. She smiled at Cassandra

  “Ready?” Cassandra stood up. She was wearing black leather pants, tight fitting and very stylish, a tight dark blue blouse that nicely emphasised her breasts and a black leather jacket. Her long dark blonde hair rolled over her shoulders and half way down her back. Adrienne sighed

  “Oh my goodness, you look beautiful.” Casandra smiled back at her

  “Thank you.” She paused then said simply “Well, let’s go then.” The two of them walked hand in hand down the corridor towards one of the large bedrooms at the front of the house.

  In the room there was a naked man hanging from the ceiling, his feet just touching the ground. There was a chain hanging from a bolt in the ceiling clipped to leather wrist cuffs around his wrists pulling him up onto his toes. He balanced there precariously. He was in his mid thirties with blue eyes and thin short blonde hair. He didn’t seem at all happy, instead he seemed confused and distracted, agitated, looking about wildly. His eyes locked onto Cassandra and Adrienne
when they entered the room. He had an erection but Cassandra couldn’t help but notice its fairly meagre size.

  Adrienne strode up to him bristling with attitude. She stood directly in front of him and spoke to him very aggressively. She took hold of his penis.

  “What’s this then?” He mumbled something in reply. She yelled back at him

  “Speak up, I can’t hear you, you little pissant.” He managed to say something

  “Um, its my penis, Mistress.” She laughed at him

  “You call that a penis, you couldn’t satisfy a fucking bunny rabbit with that.” The man groaned. She moved in closer. She took a firm grip on his balls, squeezing them tightly. Turning to Cassandra she said

  “We should cut his nuts off.” Cassandra understood the role she was playing. She answered simply

  “Well, possibly, why not?” Adrienne continued harshly

  “We’ll keep him as our little pet eunuch.” Cassandra seemed to consider this for a few moments, then she replied.

  “How will we do the castration?” Adrienne shrugged.

  “Simple. There are a number of methods. The burdizzo crushes the chords, the elastrator cuts off the blood supply or there’s surgery - we could take him to a vet I know. She loves doing it. She hates men.” Cassandra replied casually

  “Doesn’t sound too hard.” Adrienne smiled

  “It’s not. We’ll be doing the world a favour. Him too! He’ll be much happier. Not that that matters much in the scheme of things.” The hanging man just stared at them, eyes glazed. Cassandra asked

  “Will we take him home with us afterwards and keep him as a slave?” Adriene replied

  “Of course. He can do all the domestic work: washing, cleaning, cooking. He can be caged or leashed when not in use, naked at all times of course. Every now and then as a very special treat and a reward for absolutely perfect behaviour we’ll let him lick our cunts.” Their victim emitted a long, loud and confused gurgling sound, clearly overwhelmed by it all. Cassandra looked at him with some concern. Adrienne just smiled wickedly.