A Penny Saved

by Sèphera Girón

  “What if I don’t want to fuck anymore? What if I’m done?” Ed said.

  Cora stopped fucking him and held still, as Ed softened.

  “Are you done? Really?” Cora sat up with him still inside her.

  “Look at these beautiful tits. You came to get fucked. You’re getting fucked. How many times do you come to this club and don’t get fucked at all?”

  Ed didn’t answer as she tried to coax him hard once more.

  “Take her,” Demon said firmly. “I want to see your passion. Your energy. Do to her what you want to do to your wife.”

  Ed hesitated. Demon’s eyes grew redder as he stepped closer. The heat ebbing from Demon was thick in the room. The screams around him grew louder; moans as women came, groans as men came, syncopated slaps from spanking and fucking kept a steady backbeat. Ed stood and pulled Cora with him.

  “You fucking lying whore,” Ed said as he slapped her hard across the face. She gasped as she put her hand up to touch the spot that throbbed and fanned across her cheek. “Get down there.”

  Ed roughly pushed Cora face first into the mattress, ass high in the air.

  He slapped her ass repeatedly.

  “You filthy bitch. Feeding this…this monster.” He glared at the demon. The demon stepped back into the shadows.

  Ed spanked her several more times. She relished that throbbing stinging that fanned across her ass. Then he plunged his cock into her. He pushed her head down, mock-strangling her while he slammed into her. He stared at her face as pleasure crossed it. Her eyes were half shut, her mouth half open gasping for air. Her pussy was warm and welcoming.

  “Is this hard enough? Is this what you want?” He fucked her hard and fast.

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  She cried out, his growing hardness taking her to pleasure and more pleasure. She wished that Master had been so magnificently endowed.

  “Oh god, that’s good. You’re good,” she moaned.

  He fucked her harder and faster. Her mind was a blur of lust, her thighs slippery with her own juices. Heat rose through her and the metals began to form once more beneath her skin.

  Ed was fucking her so hard he didn’t notice that she had become metal once more. He thrust into her, crying out as he came. His come washed through her and then something else rushed into her. His body, his essence, and somehow, he was inside her, screaming as he was pulled into her, pushed into her solid metal body by Demon.

  She opened her mouth, Ed’s writhing and clawing to escape her belly sending her shrieking in pain. But she couldn’t do anything but bellow like a bull, spreading her legs wider and wider, his body impossibly crammed into hers. He boiled and rumbled, softening as his dying cries escaped her frozen lips.

  Around them, the packed club carried on, sex sounds and music filling the night, the banging of the bass, the banging of the beds, the slapping together of flesh.

  Demon stepped in front of Cora and placed his lips over hers. He gleefully sucked the essence of Ed from her. A long, painful process that left her feeling like a husk when he was finished.

  Demon disappeared in a grey haze and flickering sparks. Agony swept through Cora as her metal body returned to flesh once more. She writhed on the bed, her stomach burning with the remains of Ed boiling inside of her. She screamed and rolled, but nothing stopped the pain.

  “Hey? What about me?” she asked. The door opened and a group of four swingers draped in towels entered. The room tilted and she fell down the hole, toppling over herself until she was back in the den of snakes.

  The voodoo ladies were there. They welcomed her with waving arms and serpentine gyrating bodies. Cora pulled herself up and this time, she wasn’t afraid. She climbed up onto the rolling floor of snakes and carefully walked across it, them. Her bare feet moved in the same undulating rhythm as the moist snakes coiled around each other. She slowly made her way towards the platform lit by many torches and candles. The snakes lifted their heads to her as she passed, their long tongues darting, flickering along her legs and toes and she took step after step.

  Sweet incense circled from the stage altars as she got closer. Drumming grew louder and soon overpowered the lazy hiss and thumping of the snakes. As she neared the stage, the drummers entered, and solemnly sat in various spots. She climbed onto the stage and stood before them. She turned around and looked out at the room of snakes. She gazed up at the ceiling and saw the portal from where she had slid. The room was huge, the flickering tongues of thousands of snakes, sets of glowing yellow eyes glaring at her, as if ready for a cue. The snakes rose higher, each row higher than the next as they waved like corn in a field on a lazy summer day. Their eyes glinted, gold and red, some green, all watching…watching.

  She turned away from the questioning snakes. She didn’t know what was next. She looked at the drummers as they beat their instruments with closed eyes.

  She stared out at the room, at the ceiling, along the walls. She was in a red hot globe, a circle, a ring, a portal. This was the room she had glimpsed her entire life, her true destination from her childhood. The place where she had danced with the goths, had nightmares with the ghosts, had celebrated decadence with the hedonists. This was where they went. It had all been here. It had all led to here.

  The snakes were her memories, her choices, her lies.

  Hot, salty tears spilled from her eyes. They ran down her body, the circles upon circles above and around her ringed with brilliant red fire glowing brighter as knowledge poured into her mind.

  A moan wailed across the room, heart wrenching, a yearning lament; she realized it was her. Sound escaping from her, a wall of pain, of anguish, of all that she had lost and suffered for… As the sound was released, energy seeped in to take its place. Vibrant power flowed through her, and the snakes rose higher. They stood on their tails, some touching the ceiling.

  The voodoo queens danced out, wearing feathered headdresses and painted faces. They swirled in scarves, their coppery skin gleaming. At last they stopped dancing and stood inside the drummers’ half-circle. They looked at her. She looked back.

  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she said.

  “You don’t need to know.” One of the queens stepped forward. She was naked except for body paint, the scarves she had danced with hanging loosely across her shoulder.

  “You have done well. You are now one of us.” The drums began and the ladies danced, this time draping their scarves around and through her, tickling her, creating waves and ribbons. She danced among the scarves.

  The voodoo queens produced bowls of water and washed her from head to toe. They rubbed bronze and copper colours along her, blending their art with her. They hummed and chanted, clicking their tongues as they smacked together herbs and bones to a fine dust. One of the queens came forward with a large black chicken and set it on one of the altars. She kneeled over it, screaming and wailing words that Cora didn’t understand. The queen leaned her face into the chicken and in one quick jerk, ripped the chicken’s head from the body.

  The bird struggled although headless, and defecated all over the queen’s leg. She carried the bird over to Cora and spat the chicken head at Cora’s feet. She dumped the blood and the bird in front of Cora and scooped up a handful of blood that she smeared along both of their bodies. The other queens danced around the chicken, each taking turns at smearing the blood along their bodies.

  “You have it still,” one of the queens said. Cora shook her head.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Cora said.

  “The soul. It’s still within you.”

  “No, I’m pretty sure the demon took it all.”

  The queens laughed.

  “A tiny spark remains in you, as it should. Gather these sparks from your victims. They will see you through the dark times, and perhaps in time, things may even…change.”

  Cora nodded. �
��I’ll take your word for it.”

  The women continued to paint Cora and decorate her. Once Cora was adorned with paint and blood and feathers and beads, the drumming stopped.

  Demon appeared.

  The queens stepped back to let him pass, eyeing him warily.

  “I love each and every one of you. You know I do.” Demon grinned.

  “Yes, sure you do,” the oldest queen muttered.

  “You have it pretty good here in hell, don’t worry about it.”

  Demon stepped towards Cora. “You have one last task to take care of.”

  “I thought I already completed my last task.”

  “This is business.”

  Demon scooped her up into his arms. The hot flames of hell fanned her face. Cora closed her eyes, hoping her eyeballs wouldn’t melt. Demon landed and she opened her eyes.

  She was in front of the apartment where she had lived for all those years.

  “You know what to do,” Demon said.

  “Uh…no. I don’t, actually.”

  “Yes. You have to be strong. She needs to leave. It’s business.”

  “But I’ll be breaking my promise. I’ll be lying.”

  “Will you? Did she not lie to you over and over?”

  “And I lied back, sabotaging her files until she was gone.”

  “Don’t kid yourself. She was gone because Henry wanted it that way. He was hoping to use her soul as a backup when he realized he was in love with you. But he waited too long. He made many bad choices in his agreement.”

  “I don’t have to kill her, do I?” Cora asked.

  “No, not this time. Just evict her.”

  Cora took a deep breath and walked around to the back. She rang the bell.

  There was no answer.

  She tried the door. It was locked. She knocked and called out but still no response. She rattled one of the side windows; perhaps the one still had a broken lock.

  She was in luck as it slid open. She squeezed herself through the opening and landed in the bedroom. The shower was going so Cora knew that Hazel wouldn’t be able to hear her. She walked into the living room and saw several monitors set up on various tables. Notebooks and digital voice recorders were scattered around. Cora walked up to one of the monitors. It was her, with the president in a headlock between her legs.

  Another freeze frame depicted Cora spitting out Henry’s cock.

  On the desk there were papers upon papers piled up. Cora quickly riffled through them and found a copy of her own S&M contract, photocopied in colour, blood spots shining bright. There was another contract as well, dated only three weeks previous. A contract between Henry Thomas and Hazel Finnegan.

  Cora nearly dropped the stack of papers, her breath cutting into her lungs as she gasped with disbelief. Henry had been priming Hazel. To return her to the company? Or just to take her soul?

  Regardless of the motive, Hazel was spying on them. It appeared that Hazel knew everything and could blackmail her at any time. Well, Hazel knew the truth. That Cora had murdered both the president and Master. Hazel could get her revenge just when Cora was perched to reign triumphant.

  Cora walked into the bathroom. Hazel still didn’t hear her, singing away to herself as she poured body wash along her body. Cora watched Hazel soap herself up through the glass. She wondered what her breasts looked like, what she tasted like.

  Cora removed her clothes, and ran her hands along her old familiar large breasts. She was grateful for her original body, as imperfect as it was.

  Cora slid back the glass and gently stepped in beside Hazel, who screamed.

  Cora placed her hand firmly over Hazel’s mouth.

  “Shhhh.” Cora’s strength allowed her to push Hazel back against the tiles, her hand still clasped over her mouth, her other hand firmly between Hazel’s legs.

  “Come on, Hazel. You know you want me. Don’t you dream about me? About spanking me? About pinching my nipples until they bleed?” Cora pinched Hazel’s nipples and she let herself relax. Cora took her hand away from Hazel’s mouth.

  “You’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you?” Cora asked, pressing her lips against Hazel’s before Hazel could answer. Cora grabbed Hazel’s hair into a knot with her fist. She ended the kiss abruptly and slapped Hazel’s face.

  “Yes, you’ll do what I say.” Cora threw Hazel over her shoulder, spanking her ass as she carried her across the living room. Hazel struggled but amidst her angry banging of hands against Cora’s back, a giggle escaped her lips. Cora marched into the bedroom and threw Hazel down onto the bed. Hazel tried to jump up but Cora was stronger. She pinned Hazel’s arms behind her head with her hands, kissing her roughly on the mouth while her knees spread Hazel’s legs wide, her pussy rubbing against hers.

  “You get off spying on me? You play with yourself when you see me fuck others?” Cora called out.

  “Fuck you, Cora. I’ve fucked you many times at Henry’s parties. Don’t kid yourself that you’re special.”

  “Then you know what you’re gonna get then, don’t you?” Cora said. Cora held down Hazel’s hands with one hand and slid her fingers into Hazel, roughly, pumping her pussy, her thumb pressing on her clit. Hazel spread her legs wider, her hips taking rhythm with Cora’s hand.

  “You like to see me fuck Henry? Huh? You like watching him torture me?”

  “Yes,” Hazel moaned. “I love it. I love to watch.”

  Cora slid all her fingers into Hazel and made a fist. She lowered her mouth to Hazel’s clit. She licked it. Hazel moaned in ecstasy, her juices running down Cora’s arms and face. Cora fucked her hard, her teeth teasing Hazel’s hard little clit. There was pressure on Cora’s hand and as she withdrew it, liquid gushed out.

  Hazel lay in orgasmic bliss for a moment, then looked shyly at Cora.

  “I want to do the same for you,” she said. Cora nodded, surprised at how something like an orgasm could change a person’s mindset, if but for a moment. But then again, Hazel had fucked her before when she was blindfolded. The thought chilled her as she thought back to the office days before Hazel was fired. Did Hazel still attend the parties once she was fired? Or was the contract the way she got into the secret world of S&M with Master?

  Cora lay back, and Hazel fingered and sucked Cora’s pussy. Cora moaned in pleasure, spreading her legs wider, her hands playing with Hazel’s breasts.

  Hazel pushed several fingers inside Cora, pumping her hard. “You killed Master and the president. Now what are you going to do?”

  Cora gasped. Hazel was punching her G-spot and it was amazing. Her other hand did wondrous dances on her clit. Cora recognized Hazel’s touch, her smell, and spread her legs wider too.

  “Mmm, first I’m going to enjoy this fisting you’re giving me,” Cora said, her fingers squeezing Hazel’s nipples.

  As Cora’s excitement grew, her body heated up, the copper gleaming and burning beneath her flesh coat. The smell of barbeque began to fill the air as Hazel dove her head between Cora’s legs. Licking her, sending her deeper and higher with pleasure. Hazel shoved her fist into Cora, pumping it harder, faster, as Cora cried out her name.

  “Hazel, fuck me hard, fuck me faster. Oh my god, Hazel, oh my god,” Cora called out. A brief thought about how she’d never been fisted in her own bed before crossed her mind. Her own bed that wasn’t even her own bed but now Hazel’s bed.

  Hazel’s lips sucked on her clit, her hand pounding Cora’s G-spot with magnificent pressure. Cora cried out as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. She thought she could never stop coming as she screamed, pushing Hazel’s face harder against her as she rubbed herself. Even when she stopped screaming, she still heard screams. Cora came again when she looked down at her throbbing pussy and saw that Hazel was gone.

  Orgasm after orgasm rushed through her as Hazel struggled and screamed in her womb
. Cora lay on the bed, rubbing her hot, burning body, her fingers dancing on the clit that throbbed and ached wanting more and more. She bellowed as Hazel’s screams escaped through her mouth.

  Demon swooped down and before he even landed, his mouth was on hers. He greedily slurped up Hazel’s soul, leaving the rest of her essence to thrash around in Cora’s body, the orgasm never stopping.

  Demon sighed as he wiped his mouth. “She was tasty. Are you still coming?”

  “Oh yes,” Cora moaned, her hands roaming her own body. Demon snaked his tongue down her burning pussy, his forks splitting as they pleasured her deeper and further with Hazel’s ecstasy echoing through her. Cora cried and moaned, screaming in joy, pleasure and pain, the ache of never having enough consuming her, exhausting her.

  Demon scooped her up in his arms, and as they flew high into the air, the apartment exploded below them into a fireball. Cora looked down. The demon laughed.

  “Far too much evidence. Nothing a little gas leak couldn’t get rid of.”

  “And the contracts? Are they gone too?”

  “Yes.”

  “So I’m not beholden to you anymore?” Cora asked, as they flew across the city.

  “You didn’t have a paper contract with me,” Demon said. “Remember? You had a contract with Henry and now it’s over. You don’t have to deal with him at all anymore, if you don’t want to.”

  “He’s gone, I ate him.”

  “He’ll be back. Nothing, no one, is ever truly gone.”

  “I see…”

  “You are still beholden to me, but I think you’re going to like it.” Demon grinned, patting her hair as he held her tightly, his large wings effortlessly carrying them back down to the pits of hell.

  They returned to the ceremony as if no time had passed at all. The voodoo queens still stared at her expectantly, Demon stood pontificating, and Cora stood before them, as if no one had flown away and killed someone then returned. Demon directed his comments at her.

  “At any rate, you’ve far exceeded our expectations with training. We can see that you will do your duty without much remorse,” Demon taunted, his tongue flickering from his mouth like a snake. The sight of it caused Cora to drift into fantasy a moment, imagining it in her mouth, her pussy once more. Then his words sank in.