Brutality 19
The Gothic Girl and I sat by the door leading to the basement. Lavinia was downstairs being treated by a doctor. I asked the Gothic Girl, “Why did she do that? If she lives, she will probably never walk again.”
“Living and walking are secondary concerns to her,” the Gothic Girl replied, “if this house is still standing in 200 years, they’ll still be talking about what Lavinia did today. And if she does live, no one will be able challenge her seat ever again, and no one will able to contend with her for the Matriarch’s seat when Antonija passes away.”
“Is that why you didn’t do anything to stop it?”
“She would have never forgiven me for taking away her moment of glory.”
“How did you two get to this house?”
She gave me a hard look, “Our father liked to entertain his friends by having us do tricks for them. They would think of a word, color or number and we would guess what word, color or number they were thinking. My father figured there must be some way to make money off our ability. First he used us as tools in his petty con games. Then, he contacted doctors and scientists, hoping that he would be paid for allowing them to experiment on us. Eventually, he found someone. The man offered our father $10,000 for both us with the condition that we would never be returned home. The man who bought us was with a government agency. I don’t remember much about our time in his care. I just remember a lot of white sheets, hospital beds and wires attached to my head. One day, the man said that he had found a good home for us and that we would go to school, have rooms, friends, a normal life. Antonija and a woman named Dolores picked us up and brought us here.”
“Was the government trying to see if they could use you as spies or something?”
She shook her head, “No, Clarence. They don’t need to do that anymore. Their experiments on us were for the purpose of refining their surveillance technology. What do you need a mind reader for, when you have a computer that can do the job more efficiently?”
“Where is this used?”
“Everywhere that the military and law enforcement conducts surveillance.”
“If that was true there would be no crime.”
“What a stupid thing for you to say. You must really buy into all that ’Uncle Sam is looking out for my best interest’ shit. They’re not using it to stop crime, they’re using it to control communities. In certain impoverished communities, they might let you get away with selling some drugs and shooting a few addicts. But you won’t be starting be any riots in those communities. Not in this day and age.”
“But the people in this house really have telepathy?”
“Yes, we are one of many small, hidden communities.”
“Are they just like this?”
“I have no idea Clarence. One of the first things we’re taught is to stay away from other communities and families that use telepathy. If they think you can hear them, they will view you as a threat and try to neutralize you. Our abilities need to be kept secret from the herd and our secrets need to be protected from other people who have the gift.”
“What about the people who are using artificial telepathy?”
“We know what they’re doing and they know what we’re doing. They want their activites kept secret and so do we. They won’t reveal themselves by pointing at us and vice versa. What we do have to be concerned about is that their technology has fallen into the hands of some very shady people. We‘ll be meeting with one of those individuals in the near future. He calls himself The Great Sathanas.”
Black Sally came down the hall and stopped in front of us, “Damijana, Antonija said you want to see me.”
“We have work to do tonight. Me, you, Clarence, Isabel and Selene; we’re going out.”
“Have you seen Selene? She’s a zombie.”
“Where is she now?”
“In her room, staring at the ceiling.”
“Alright, I’ll deal with her.”
Black Sally nodded her head and walked away. I followed the Gothic Girl back to Lavinia’s office. My eyes remained locked on her ass as we ascended the stairs. When we got to the door, she turned to me, threw her arms around my neck and gave me long deep kiss. My hands moved over her back, ass and thighs. She slid her hand into my pants and squeezed my cock. I pulled her skirt up toward her hips. She pushed me away, smiled and motioned toward the office with her head.
She opened the door and said, “Shit!” I looked around the office. At first, I didn’t see what was wrong. Then my eyes fell on the empty chair in the corner. The man with the facial tick was gone. The Gothic Girl said, “Go downstairs and stand by the front door.” I ran out into the hall and was knocked to floor. The man with the facial tick hopped toward the stairs on one foot. The Gothic Girl came out the office and helped me to my feet. I started after the man, but she held me back. The man stood at the top of the stairs; he looked back at us and then looked down the stairs. I heard Black Sally’s voice at the bottom, “What are you gonna do now dumbass?”
The man yelled, “I’m getting the fuck out this house and none of you bitches better not try to stop me!”
The Gothic Girl said, “Cedric, you may as well just sit down on the stairs. There is nowhere for you to go.”
“I’m getting the fuck out of here bitch!” asserted Cedric. He then clutched the railing and tried to descend the stairs on one foot. He fell down the stairs headfirst. The Gothic Girl and I raced to the top the stairs to watch him fall. He did two somersaults before landing unconscious at Sally’s feet. She looked up at the Gothic Girl, “What do you want to do with him?”
“Hog-tie him and lock him in one of the empty kennels.” She took me back the office, closed the door and pushed me up against the wall. I felt her warm, moist lips and the heat of her breath on my neck. She tore my shirt open. She looked at my bandages and ran her fingertips over them. My hands found their way under her skirt, up her thighs and into her panties. I slid a finger into her wet pussy, then I it brought up to play with her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. I kissed and sucked on her neck. She backed away from me breathing hard; I followed her. She hiked up her skirt, took off her panties and hopped on the desk.
I stood between her legs and pushed her skirt up to her waist. She undid my pants, they dropped to the floor. With her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips pressed against mine, I pushed myself deep inside her. She inhaled deep and whispered, “You feel so good.”
She laid back on the desk. I pushed her shirt up toward her neck and her bra up over her breasts, then I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. I squeezed her breast and sucked her nipple while running the tip of my tongue over it. I slid my arms under her legs, held them in the air and fucked her deep, fast and hard. She pushed me away, sat up and hopped off the desk. Her hand gripped mine. She pulled me to the floor, then got on her hands and knees. I knelt between her legs behind her, lifted her skirt up over ass and slid my hard, throbbing cock back into her hot, wet pussy. I held her hips and stirred my dick around inside her. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pounded her pussy from behind. She played with her clit and yelled, “Yeah! Like that! Don’t stop!” Her body tensed, her pussy tightened, she screamed and slammed her hand on the floor as she came. I threw my head back, my vision became blurred; it felt like every inch of my body was being tickled. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel as I came inside her.
I fell asleep on the floor. When I woke up, the Gothic Girl was at the desk working at a laptop. I zipped and buttoned my pants, then sat down. The Gothic Girl had a serious look on her face. I asked, “Have you heard anything about Lavinia?”
“The doctor is still down there. He said she might make it if she lives through the night. But she’ll the spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.”
“The doctor doesn’t ask questions?”
“No. He’s worked for us for years. In fact, we’ve let him come out here to do vivisections.” The thought disturbed me.
“Is the wife still alive?”
“Yes. She’s here locked away.”
“So what happens now?”
“We have to go take care of the other three guys who were in the house that night. It’s only a matter of time before one of them gets arrested for some petty charge and starts talking.”
“Can we do something about Alfred so he doesn’t have to lay there in shit?”
“Thank you for reminding me.” She got up and walked out the door. I heard two gunshots.
“Living and walking are secondary concerns to her,” the Gothic Girl replied, “if this house is still standing in 200 years, they’ll still be talking about what Lavinia did today. And if she does live, no one will be able challenge her seat ever again, and no one will able to contend with her for the Matriarch’s seat when Antonija passes away.”
“Is that why you didn’t do anything to stop it?”
“She would have never forgiven me for taking away her moment of glory.”
“How did you two get to this house?”
She gave me a hard look, “Our father liked to entertain his friends by having us do tricks for them. They would think of a word, color or number and we would guess what word, color or number they were thinking. My father figured there must be some way to make money off our ability. First he used us as tools in his petty con games. Then, he contacted doctors and scientists, hoping that he would be paid for allowing them to experiment on us. Eventually, he found someone. The man offered our father $10,000 for both us with the condition that we would never be returned home. The man who bought us was with a government agency. I don’t remember much about our time in his care. I just remember a lot of white sheets, hospital beds and wires attached to my head. One day, the man said that he had found a good home for us and that we would go to school, have rooms, friends, a normal life. Antonija and a woman named Dolores picked us up and brought us here.”
“Was the government trying to see if they could use you as spies or something?”
She shook her head, “No, Clarence. They don’t need to do that anymore. Their experiments on us were for the purpose of refining their surveillance technology. What do you need a mind reader for, when you have a computer that can do the job more efficiently?”
“Where is this used?”
“Everywhere that the military and law enforcement conducts surveillance.”
“If that was true there would be no crime.”
“What a stupid thing for you to say. You must really buy into all that ’Uncle Sam is looking out for my best interest’ shit. They’re not using it to stop crime, they’re using it to control communities. In certain impoverished communities, they might let you get away with selling some drugs and shooting a few addicts. But you won’t be starting be any riots in those communities. Not in this day and age.”
“But the people in this house really have telepathy?”
“Yes, we are one of many small, hidden communities.”
“Are they just like this?”
“I have no idea Clarence. One of the first things we’re taught is to stay away from other communities and families that use telepathy. If they think you can hear them, they will view you as a threat and try to neutralize you. Our abilities need to be kept secret from the herd and our secrets need to be protected from other people who have the gift.”
“What about the people who are using artificial telepathy?”
“We know what they’re doing and they know what we’re doing. They want their activites kept secret and so do we. They won’t reveal themselves by pointing at us and vice versa. What we do have to be concerned about is that their technology has fallen into the hands of some very shady people. We‘ll be meeting with one of those individuals in the near future. He calls himself The Great Sathanas.”
Black Sally came down the hall and stopped in front of us, “Damijana, Antonija said you want to see me.”
“We have work to do tonight. Me, you, Clarence, Isabel and Selene; we’re going out.”
“Have you seen Selene? She’s a zombie.”
“Where is she now?”
“In her room, staring at the ceiling.”
“Alright, I’ll deal with her.”
Black Sally nodded her head and walked away. I followed the Gothic Girl back to Lavinia’s office. My eyes remained locked on her ass as we ascended the stairs. When we got to the door, she turned to me, threw her arms around my neck and gave me long deep kiss. My hands moved over her back, ass and thighs. She slid her hand into my pants and squeezed my cock. I pulled her skirt up toward her hips. She pushed me away, smiled and motioned toward the office with her head.
She opened the door and said, “Shit!” I looked around the office. At first, I didn’t see what was wrong. Then my eyes fell on the empty chair in the corner. The man with the facial tick was gone. The Gothic Girl said, “Go downstairs and stand by the front door.” I ran out into the hall and was knocked to floor. The man with the facial tick hopped toward the stairs on one foot. The Gothic Girl came out the office and helped me to my feet. I started after the man, but she held me back. The man stood at the top of the stairs; he looked back at us and then looked down the stairs. I heard Black Sally’s voice at the bottom, “What are you gonna do now dumbass?”
The man yelled, “I’m getting the fuck out this house and none of you bitches better not try to stop me!”
The Gothic Girl said, “Cedric, you may as well just sit down on the stairs. There is nowhere for you to go.”
“I’m getting the fuck out of here bitch!” asserted Cedric. He then clutched the railing and tried to descend the stairs on one foot. He fell down the stairs headfirst. The Gothic Girl and I raced to the top the stairs to watch him fall. He did two somersaults before landing unconscious at Sally’s feet. She looked up at the Gothic Girl, “What do you want to do with him?”
“Hog-tie him and lock him in one of the empty kennels.” She took me back the office, closed the door and pushed me up against the wall. I felt her warm, moist lips and the heat of her breath on my neck. She tore my shirt open. She looked at my bandages and ran her fingertips over them. My hands found their way under her skirt, up her thighs and into her panties. I slid a finger into her wet pussy, then I it brought up to play with her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. I kissed and sucked on her neck. She backed away from me breathing hard; I followed her. She hiked up her skirt, took off her panties and hopped on the desk.
I stood between her legs and pushed her skirt up to her waist. She undid my pants, they dropped to the floor. With her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips pressed against mine, I pushed myself deep inside her. She inhaled deep and whispered, “You feel so good.”
She laid back on the desk. I pushed her shirt up toward her neck and her bra up over her breasts, then I leaned forward and took her nipple into my mouth. I squeezed her breast and sucked her nipple while running the tip of my tongue over it. I slid my arms under her legs, held them in the air and fucked her deep, fast and hard. She pushed me away, sat up and hopped off the desk. Her hand gripped mine. She pulled me to the floor, then got on her hands and knees. I knelt between her legs behind her, lifted her skirt up over ass and slid my hard, throbbing cock back into her hot, wet pussy. I held her hips and stirred my dick around inside her. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pounded her pussy from behind. She played with her clit and yelled, “Yeah! Like that! Don’t stop!” Her body tensed, her pussy tightened, she screamed and slammed her hand on the floor as she came. I threw my head back, my vision became blurred; it felt like every inch of my body was being tickled. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel as I came inside her.
I fell asleep on the floor. When I woke up, the Gothic Girl was at the desk working at a laptop. I zipped and buttoned my pants, then sat down. The Gothic Girl had a serious look on her face. I asked, “Have you heard anything about Lavinia?”
“The doctor is still down there. He said she might make it if she lives through the night. But she’ll the spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.”
“The doctor doesn’t ask questions?”
“No. He’s worked for us for years. In fact, we’ve let him come out here to do vivisections.” The thought disturbed me.
“Is the wife still alive?”
“Yes. She’s here locked away.”
“So what happens now?”
“We have to go take care of the other three guys who were in the house that night. It’s only a matter of time before one of them gets arrested for some petty charge and starts talking.”
“Can we do something about Alfred so he doesn’t have to lay there in shit?”
“Thank you for reminding me.” She got up and walked out the door. I heard two gunshots.
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