Page 18 of The Flesh Remembers
Eleanor gasped as she watched the four men and two women pull Marian into their midst.
Marian was passed from one to the other, each person, both men and women, kissing her deeply, their tongues exploring her mouth for long moments before she passed to the next member of the group.
Eleanor could hear Marian’s moans of pleasure as one man cupped her breasts from behind, pinching her hardened pink nipples while another man kissed her mouth, his tongue roughly thrusting inside of her.
One of the women in the group knelt before Marian and opened her legs wide, spreading her open for the entire room to see, although only Eleanor seemed to be watching them.
The kneeling woman then bent her head and began to lick and suck Marian’s wet and swollen folds.
Eleanor was breathing heavily as she watched, her eyes unable to move away.
She felt compelled to join them but resisted the urge.
She did not want to betray James, but her desire was so strong that she had to dig her fingernails into the palms of her clenched fists to stop herself from joining them.
The kneeling woman pulled an object off a nearby table and held it up for the swooning Marian to see.
It was a very long and thick glass dildo that shone in the flickering candlelight.
It was an unnatural size and certainly not something most women could handle.
But yet, the woman brought it between Marian’s legs and began to rub it against her wetness, pushing it against her entrance.
Marian began to struggle against them as the monstrous glass cock was pressed into her bit by bit. She cried out in pain as the woman mercilessly plunged it deeper and deeper.
The four men took action and each one held one of her appendages, holding her down on the ground while the woman continued her assault.
Marian began to cry out, but it was unclear whether from pleasure or pain.
She was immobile at this point, entirely at the mercy of this debauched group.
As the glass cock was being worked deep within her the two men holding her arms down began to take turns shoving their hard cocks into her mouth.
They were brutal in their efforts and seemed to enjoy it when she gagged and choked as they brutalized her mouth and throat.
They worked themselves into a frenzy, punishing her mouth again and again until they both reached their climax. One man came in her mouth, yelling out to her that she had better swallow every drop. The other man came on her breasts, splashing his hot seed all over them with a loud groan.
The glass cock was now fully inside of her and worked in and out.
The other woman of the group had crawled over and began to lick the cooling semen from Marian’s chest, sucking and biting at her nipples in the process.
She lapped some of the cream and sweetly kissed Marian’s lips, depositing it into the nurse’s mouth.
Marian moaned, and Eleanor distinctly heard “More!”
come from her friend.
The other two men who had been holding her legs down switched with the two men at the other end so they too could get a turn abusing Marian’s mouth. They too came all over the nurse’s face and chest, and the other woman eagerly lapped that up, sharing her treasure with the nurse. The two women were not content until they devoured every bit of it.
The second woman who worked the glass dildo began to pump it in earnest, her fingers also rubbing against Marian’s swollen pleasure centre. Eleanor could see her friend was approaching her climax as she screamed and cried for release. The second woman sat atop Marian’s chest and thrust herself back against the nurse’s mouth. Marian eagerly began to lap up the woman’s juices, even using her fingers to press into the woman’s entrance, causing her to arch her back and cry out in pleasure.
The men were merely standing around them, watching now. All four had already come, and watching the three women was enough for them then.
Marian’s moans and cries began to become faster and more intense until she screamed out with such ecstasy the likes of which Eleanor had never heard before. As she came, she continued to lick and suck the woman on her face, causing her to come as well, her fluids gushing out onto Marian’s face only for the nurse to lick them up as if it was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
When it was over, all the individuals began slowly drifting away to find other partners to play with. Only Marian remained, lying naked and spread-eagled on the ground. As she sat up, she could not look at Eleanor or find the words to say to her. Indeed, what could be said after an incident such as that? Marian merely gathered her robe and hurried out of the room, her face red from arousal and shame.
Dr. Fairfax stood frozen at the room's edges, his face pale and drawn as his eyes darted between the dais and the console that controlled the apparatus. The cacophony of lust seemed to paralyze him, every instinct warring with his reason. Eleanor caught his gaze, the fear in his eyes stark against the roiling darkness around them.
“This has gone too far,”
he murmured, though his voice was lost in the crescendo. His hands trembled as they hovered near the console, torn between stopping the madness and surrendering to the inevitable.
For a fleeting moment, Eleanor feared he might throw the lever that would bring everything crashing down. But Fairfax remained rooted, overwhelmed by how far they had all fallen.
The room stilled momentarily as robed attendants emerged from a concealed passage, carrying a figure that seemed to radiate an aura of necrotic hunger. James.
His body was bound tightly, thick straps biting into his pale flesh. The runes etched into his skin glowed faintly under the torchlight, the ink shimmering like liquid obsidian. His chest rose and fell with shallow, unnatural breaths, his lips parted in a silent snarl that sent a shiver down Eleanor’s spine.
The crowd hushed, their fervor momentarily stilled as they turned to behold the creature at the heart of their twisted ritual. Gasps rippled through the hall, some filled with awe, others with a dark desire that bordered on reverence.
Sparks leapt between the galvanic rods surrounding the dais, casting jagged shadows on the walls. The apparatus thrummed louder, absorbing the room's throbbing atmosphere. The air grew thicker, suffused with the collective energy of the writhing masses.
Eleanor pushed through the mass of bodies, her breath in ragged gasps. She climbed onto the dais, her knees trembling, and knelt beside James. Her hand reached out, trembling, to touch his cheek.
“I’m here,”
she whispered, her voice breaking.
“This is for you… for us.”
James’s eyes flickered open, their glow piercing her soul. His lips parted, a low, guttural groan escaping a sound filled with anguish, hunger, and something dangerously close to longing.
The lines of necrosis on his body seemed to pulse, the black inked runes shimmering brighter as if in response to her touch. He was monstrously beautiful, his broken body radiating a power that made her heart pound with equal parts fear and desire.
Blackwood stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with unholy triumph. He raised his arms, signalling the culmination of the ritual. “Now!”
he commanded, his voice echoing through the hall.
“Let your desires fuel the coil! Let your ecstasy shatter the boundaries of life and death!”
The apparatus flared to life, arcs of azure lightning illuminating the chaos below.
The crowd erupted, their cries rising in a deafening wave.
Bodies collapsed into final spasms of deviant rapture, their collective energy funnelling into the coil.
Eleanor closed her eyes, pressing her forehead to James’s cold chest.
She poured everything into the moment, her heartbreak, her lust, her desperation.
Around her, the air crackled with tension, the flames of the candles sputtering and flaring as smoke curled in diabolical shapes.
She could feel the raw and unrelenting tides of energy surging through the room and into James’s bound body.
The apparatus groaned under the strain, the galvanic rods spitting sparks that danced like tiny, malevolent spirits.
The coil peaked, arcs of electricity lancing out like the grasping tendrils of some unholy force.
James’s body convulsed violently, his muscles straining against the straps as though the energy coursing through him was too great for his half-dead form to contain.
The glowing runes etched into his decaying flesh pulsed erratically, their patterns flaring to life with an intensity that left the onlookers shielding their eyes.
Eleanor clutched his shoulders, panic rising as his entire body seemed to thrum with unnatural vitality.
His chest heaved, his limbs twitched, and then, with a guttural groan, his torso arched upward, his entire form swelling under the strain of the energy.
His arms bulged grotesquely, veins glowing faintly with the same eerie light as the runes on his skin.
The crowd gasped as his neck and jawline stretched unnaturally, his once gaunt features becoming sharp and almost statuesque.
His undead form, infused with raw power, was struggling to rebuild itself, pushing against the boundaries of mortality and monstrosity.
Sparks erupted from his body, crackling like a living storm and sending waves of electric force rippling through the air.
The crowd staggered, some shrinking back in terror while others, drunk on the room’s dark energy, leaned in as though drawn by an invisible tether.
His chest heaved, a grotesque ripple swelling outward in waves, his form distorting as if struggling to contain the raw power surging within.
James threw his head back and roared, a sound so primal and inhuman it seemed to tear through the very fabric of the room.
Eleanor cried out, her pulse hammering in her ears as the sound reverberated through her chest.
Around her, the crowd froze, caught between awe and dread.
Then, with a deafening crack, the air seemed to split apart.
An explosion of light and sound sent sparks cascading like molten rain.
Lightning struck the rafters with a force that shook the ground, splinters raining down in a deadly shower. The hall erupted into chaos, screams of terror mingling with cries of ecstasy, the line between fear and desire obliterated.
Eleanor stumbled back, her eyes locked on James as his form twisted and writhed, barely recognizable.
The air was thick with the scent of ozone and something darker, something alive.
As the world seemed to collapse around her, Eleanor realized with chilling clarity that there was no turning back.
Excerpt from the diary of Dr.
Eleanor Ashcroft
I am shattered once again. I have allowed myself to go down such a dark path to bring James back to me. I fear there is no coming back from it.
Blackwood stated that tonight was his most “holy”
ritual, which would secure the necessary emotion and life force to regenerate James fully.
Nothing about what I saw tonight was holy, I can tell you that.
Depraved, debauched, yes. I saw such things tonight that seared into my soul. Things I had no idea human beings could or would want to do to one another.
Watching Marian succumb to the depravity made me recall our night together.
Nothing could have been more different.
This was about raw, unapologetic sex in all its glorious depravity, but the night we had spent had been about tenderness, gentleness, comfort. I wonder if Marian thinks about that night as I do.
A malfunction in the equipment cut short the ceremony.
I cursed and cried, but Fairfax assured me we would try again.
I do not think he is happy with this process or the morals he has had to relinquish to put it into motion. But he is stuck, just as we all are. We can’t stop now, not when we are so close. But will going forward cause even more harm in the long run?
But I can’t shake the question that gnaws at the edges of my mind: if we press forwad and succeed, will the cost be greater than we can bear?
Will we destroy what little remains of ourselves in the process? I don’t know if I can face the answer.