Story 3: The Severing
Chapter 17:
Thousands of black leathery lizard-like animals were swarming across the floor. I felt their claws sink into my flesh as they began to climb my legs. In no time they worked their way up my body, clinging to the chains that linked Laysan and I, grabbing any loose flesh or protrusion which may provide a foothold. Soon, they were on my face and crawling through my hair. I felt a sharp bite on the back of my right shoulder and I heard my flesh snapping and stretching in a painful burning sensation down to my left hip.
I tried to close my eyes. I did not want to have to watch my lover, Laysan be devoured. But there was a sickening scream of alien creatures between us and the spikes in my chest were shifting so painfully. I realized that the animals were devouring my old, wretched heart. Pieces of flesh were torn away from my heart, but the bits were caught by a swarm of creatures before they fell far.
In moments, there was nothing left of my heart and the links that bound Laysan and I chest to chest suddenly snapped and fell slack against our bodies. Laysan and I looked at each other with a sudden odd sensation of sadness, for with my heart destroyed we were no longer connected together.
The creatures retreated down our blood slicked bodies.
Lisianski stepped up and pressed her mouth to Laysan's forehead. Next she turned to me, her mouth smeared in Laysan's blood and she kissed me on my forehead.
Lisianski held out her fist at eye level to show Laysan and I a squirming snake of some kind. This mutant creature had two heads, each with a blood red tongue darting and whipping through the air. She lowered the snake, draping its body over the chain that connected us sex to sex. She twisted the writhing mass of flesh, tying the body into a simple half hitch around the chain.
When she let the snake drop, it began to lurch and jerk violently, flopping, apparently attempting to detach itself. I felt every movement of the beast radiate its way through the cold links of the chain and transmit a turmoil of sensation into my sensitive flesh.
It took several minutes and I fought as best as I could, but I could not neglect the sensations that began to ripple through my body emanating from the anchorage within my crotch. I tried to envision the evil that I had seen this night as a way to curb the sensation. I opened my eyes hoping to gather strength and resolve from Laysan. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were dilated and full. She was further gone than I.
I couldn't tear my eyes from Laysan and she writhed in growing ecstacy - her abdomen clenching and releasing, her chest heaving with deep intakes of air, her long hair shaking and streaming with sweat and blood behind her.
Oh, goddess! How I wanted her! How I wanted to pull her writhing flesh to mine. Why didn't I love her even more in the time that we had? I know that I could have! With love, there is always the possibility of more. I wanted her lips between my teeth. I wanted to feel her squirm in my arms, writhe beneath my weight. I wanted to taste her and pull her hair from my mouth. I wanted to breathe her.
Laysan's hands were fluttering in their cuffs above her head, her eyes were open but unfocused. I realized that I was the same. My back was arching, my legs were trembling and my toes were beginning to curl.
Months of pent up frustration crashed upon the seams of my flesh. I was about to explode into ecstasy.
I saw a flash of movement to my side and saw Lisianski with her machete raised high over her head. Her jaw was clench in effort and determination as she began to swing the blade down.
I did not care. I was gone. I was over the edge, convulsing in a sea of orgasmic energy.
Her blade sliced through the chain between Laysan and my mouth like it was butter. Links of metal sprayed around us, but Lisianski's blade continued down.
It hit the chain that linked me by my cunt to Laysan. There was a flash of light and I felt myself fall away through the bars of my cage, through the rocks of the floor and onward and outward, floating away.