James Axler – Cold Asylum

The quality wasn’t good, with the focus often blurring and the lighting inconsistent.

But it wasn’t hard to see what the subject matter was of the films.

Michael wasn’t able to watch all of them.

Some of the time he was being forced into repeating the performance from earlier in the evening, beginning with Marie’s boots. With the added refinement of sucking the perverted shape of the heels.

Some of the time he was on the bed, flat on his back while the older woman straddled him, riding him as though he were a favored Thoroughbred stallion. She’d leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, biting at his neck so hard that she drew worms of blood, using her long, painted nails to scratch crimson weals over his chest and stomach.

And all of it was wonderful.

At one point she’d taken a tiny, beak-bladed knife and used it to cut up a fine white powder across an ornamental mirror shaped like a rose, forming it into narrow lines that she ordered him to sniff up through a tiny golden tube. Michael suspected that it must be what he’d heard Ryan and J.B. talk about as jolt, the common drug of choice in Deathlands.

But it was also wonderful. The jolt rushed through his brain and body, seeking out his extremities, making fingers and toes thrill and tingle. Though he’d already come three times into various secret places of Marie’s voraciously lean body, the drug brought him again to a powerful erection, making the teenager feel that he could go on making love forever.

And ever.

After the fourth time, she finally seemed sated, lying back with her head on the pillow, the wondrous tempest of raven hair spread out around her.

And they watched the vids, endless combinations of men and women and boys and girls, some of them looking barely into their teens, a factor that made Michael begin to feel uneasy stirrings of concern about what was happening.

But the mixture of sex, drugs and drink still cloaked his conscience.

The couplings were limitless.

A masked woman, wrists and ankles tied to the corners of a bed, was being pleasured by five men at once, three of the men also being simultaneously penetrated by younger women with artificial strap-on penises.

“Isn’t it the most wonderful thing to do?” Marie whispered. “To have power. Total power. To compel others to do anything .” The last word was drawn out forever.

She crawled down Michael’s abused body, making him wince at the contact, as some of his scratches and bites were becoming painful. She touched him, giggling at his readiness. But the ornate silver human-eye ring that she wore scraped at his tender flesh, and he winced and cried out.

“Sorry, Mickey,” she said, smiling at him, teeth white in the gloom. “But you mustn’t pull away from me. Not ever, or I’ll get angry and you wouldn’t like that at all!” She squeezed his genitals so brutally that he nearly passed out. “Perhaps I should chain you up, dear little boy. We’ll see about that later. But now I feel hungry again.”

While she used her mouth on him, Michael stared blankly at the white rectangle on the far wall, hardly noticing what was going on.

Every possible perversion was there, including abuses of animals that disgusted him. For the first time he felt his penis beginning to lose its diamond strength. She felt it too, pushing her right hand between his spread thighs and using her index finger to keep him roused.

“Don’t lose it now, or you might lose it forever,” she whispered, looking up at him from between his legs, her eyes half-closed, lips swollen, looking, suddenly, much older.

He stared at the vid again, trying to concentrate on arousal, despite the growing nausea that he could feel seeding itself in the pit of his stomach. It was a dark room, with walls built from rough stone slabs. The only light came from a fire in the hearth, and the only furniture was a table with iron shackles at each corner. A youth was led into the room by two hooded sec men in the distinctive maroon livery of Baron Mandeville. A third person walked behind them, also hooded, slighter built. The youth’s bright blue eyes were wide with terror. Unlike some of the earlier sections of the porno vids, this one had no sound.

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