dark figure, outlined by the lights from within the house.
He wore a slicker and a shiny transparent covering over
his cap. As the car went by, Childe hunkered down
behind the wheel. He waited until it was a block away
and then swung out to follow it without turning his
lights on immediately. The rain had not ceased, and the
streets were even deeper in water.
The Rolls picked up Vivienne and her escort at the
club and then went back towards the mansion. Childe
had hoped it would; he did not feel like trailing her
from one spot to another. The Rolls stopped before the
big porch to let its passengers off, and they went into
the house. The chauffeur drove the car away, presumably
to the side entrance and into the garage behind the house.
Childe had gotten out of the car by then and walked
down along the side of the house. He saw the lights in
the story above the garage come on. The chauffeur, he
hoped, lived there.
He went to the side door, which was surrounded by
dense shrubbery and a wall behind him. The people
next door could not see him, and anybody passing by on
the street would not be likely to see him.
The door opened after a few minutes of trying a num-
ber of keys. He shot his flashlight around, looking for
evidences of a burglar alarm and could not find any.
He went on slowly into the house, ready to run if a dog
gave warning. There was no sound except for the chim-
ing of a big grandfather clock on the second floor.
A moment later, he was crouched outside the partly
opened door of Vivienne's bedroom.
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The room was very large. There was a single light on
from the lamp on the floor. Its base was at least four
feet high and was some red-shot quartz-like stone sculp-
tured into two naked nymphs—or female satyrs—back
to back. The shade looked like thin parchment or skin.
Childe, seeing this, was chilled through as if a huge icicle
had been shoved up his anus all the way to his hindbrain.
There were paintings in red, blue, and purple on the
lampshade, outlines of semihuman figures writhing in
flames.
The walls were covered with what looked like heavy
quiltwork. This had three figures, repeated over and
over. There was a satyr standing on a low stone on one
hoof, the other slightly raised. His back was arched and
his arms and head were raised while he blew a syrinx.
A nymph was crouched before him sucking on his enor-
mous purple penis. Behind her was a half-human, half-
snake creature. Its lower part was that of a gargantuan
python with white and purple markings, and the upper
part was a woman's from the belly button up. She had
full and well-shaped breasts with spearpoint scarlet nip-
ples, a lovely three-cornered face and long silver hair.
Her slender fingers were spreading the egg-shaped but-
tocks of the nymph, who was bent over, and a long forked
tongue was issuing from the snake-woman's mouth and
just about to enter the anus or the vagina of the nymph.
Beyond the lamp was a tremendous twelve-postered
bed with a crimson many-tasseled canopy. On it were
Vivienne and the man, both naked.
She was on her back and he was on top with her legs
over his shoulders. He was just about to insert his
cock.
Childe watched. He expected either something strange
coming from the man or something strange, but not un-
familiar, from the woman.
"Put it in for me, baby," the man said. He was about
thirty-five, dark and hairy and beginning to flesh out.
And then the man screamed and soared backwards
off the bed, propelled by his sudden movement and his
push upwards with one arm and by a snapping move-
ment of his body that could only have been induced by
utmost terror.
He went back and up, trying to stand up at the same
time that he moved away from Vivienne. Her legs flew
apart as if they were two white birds that had startled
each other.
The man fell off the bed and crashed onto the floor.
By then, he had quit screaming, but he shook and
Vivienne got onto her knees and crawled over to look
over the edge of the bed at him. Something long and
dark-headed between her legs slid back into the slit and
disappeared.
"What's the matter, Bill?" she said, looking down at
him. "Did the cat get your cock?"
He was sitting up by then, intently handling and eyeing
his penis. He looked up at her with surprise.
"My God! What happened? You ask what happened?
I thought ... I really did think … you got teeth in your
cunt?"
He stood up. The gray of his skin was beginning to
redden out. He waved his prick at her.
"Look at that! There are teethmarks there!"
She took the limp organ, which looked like a giant
but sick worm, and bent over to examine it.
"How can you say those are teeth marks?" she said.
"There are some tiny little indentations there, but noth-
ing serious. There! Does that make Mommy's boy feel
better?"
She had kissed the big purple-red glans and then run
her tongue along the shaft.
He backed away, saying, "Keep your distance,
woman!"
"Are you out of your mind?" she said. She was sitting
up on the edge of the bed with the magnificently full
and conical breasts pointed at him. Her pubis was a
large triangle of thick dark-red hair, almost the same
shade as the long thick rich auburn hair on her head.
The legs were extraordinarily long and very white.
Bill continued to keep his distance. He said, "I tell
you; something bit me. You got teeth in your cunt!"
She lay back down on the bed with her legs stretched
out so that the tips of her toes touched the floor. She
said, "Put your finger in, darling, and find out what a
fool you are."
He eyed the reddish fleece and the slit, somewhat
opened by the posture.
He said, "I like my finger, too!"
Vivienne sat up suddenly, her beautiful face twisted.
"You asshole! I thought you were a normal healthy man!
I didn't know you were psychotic! Teeth in my cunt,
indeed! Get to hell out of here before I call the psycho
ward!"
Bill looked as if he felt foolish. He said, "Honest to
God, I don't know how to explain it! Maybe I am going
nuts! Or maybe I just had a sudden strain, maybe that
was the burning sensation I felt! No, by God, it felt
like tiny teeth! Or a bunch of needles!"
Vivienne got down off the bed and reached out a hand
to Bill.
"Come here, baby. Sit down on the bed. Here!" She
patted the edge of the bed.
Bill must have decided that he was making a fool of
himself. Moreover, the sight of the superbly shaped
Vivienne, with her outrageously beautiful face, overcame
his fears. His penis began to swell, but it did not rise.
He seated himself on the bed, and Vivienne walked
around the side and got a pillow. Returning, she threw
it on the floor and got down on her knees on it.
"I've got teeth in my mouth, baby, but I know how to
use them," she said. She picked up the semi-flaccid organ
and ran her tongue out to flick the slit on the end of the
glans. He jumped a little but settled back to look down
at her while she took half of the cock into her mouth.
She began to work her head back and forth, slowly, and
the organ disappeared entirely, then emerged slick and
shining red as far as the head.
Bill shook and moaned and kept his gaze fixed upon
the penis diving in and out of those full red lips. He was
evidently getting a heightened ecstasy out of watching
his cock pistoning into her mouth.
Herald Childe did not know whether he should stay
there or not. He wanted to explore the house for anything
he might be able to use for evidence against Vivienne
and her partners. If he could find names and addresses,
documents, recordings, films, anything that would tend to
Vivienne was occupied, and she was unlikely to notice
any noise outside this bedroom.
However, he was worried about the man. His be-
havior made it evident that he was not aware of
Vivienne's peculiarities of physiology or her fatal actions.
At least, Childe supposed that they were fatal for others.
He had never seen her kill or even harm anyone, but
he was certain that she was no different from her
monstrous associates.
Bill was an innocent in the sense that he was a victim.
He had probably never done anything to offend or hurt
Vivienne and her group. He was just a pickup, as
Childe's partner had been a pickup.
Childe shuddered at the memory of that film that had
been shipped to the LAPD by the killers. It had shown
his partner being sucked off, as Bill now was. The woman
had removed her false teeth and inserted razor-edged
iron teeth, and bitten off the end of his partner's cock.
The blood was a crimson fountain that burst out
frequently in his visions and his dreams.
Childe decided that he would have to interfere. This
meant that he could not prowl around the house now.
He would have to make sure that the man was safe.
He should do so now, but he could not. He wanted to
find out what would happen. He would wait a while and
then step in.
Vivienne abruptly stood up, revealing Bill's red and
pulsing beak sticking out at a 45-degree angle.
She said, "Slide back onto the bed, baby, and lie
down."
Whatever reservations he had about her had dimin-
ished with the increase in blood pressure. He moved
back and lay down with his head on the pillow while she
climbed onto the bed. She mouthed the head of his penis
for a minute and then said, "Bill?"
He was flat on his back, his hands spread out, his
face turned upwards. His eyes were open. He did not
answer.
"Bill?" she said again, a little louder.
When he did not respond, she crawled down to him
and looked into his face. She pinched his cheek and then
raked it with her fingernails. Blood flowed from four
rows on his flesh, but he did not move. His penis, how-
ever, reared up, thick, squat, red-purplish, glistening.
Vivienne turned then, and Childe saw the smirk. What-
ever she was planning, it was proceeding smoothly.
It was then that he should walk into the room, but he
was too fascinated to make his move as yet. Bill seemed
to be paralyzed, though how it had happened, Childe
could not guess. Not at first. Then he realized that that
thing had bitten Bill's peter with poisonous teeth. The
venom had frozen him, with the exception of his prick.
The blood was still pumping into it.
The woman straddled him with the intention of easing
down on his cock and letting it slide up into the slit of her
vagina. But she only allowed the head to enter and then
she stopped descending. She crouched there for about
thirty seconds, during which she shook as if she were hav-
ing an orgasm.
Immediately after, she withdrew, exposing the penis,
which was still upright. But there were tiny rills of blood
running down its side from several places between the
head and the shaft.
Vivienne turned around to straddle him facing away
from him. She put her hand below her buttocks to grab the
penis and to slide it in again. This time, however, she let
her weight slowly down to guide the cock into her anus.
And when its head was engulfed, she stopped.
Childe anticipated what would happen next. He felt
sick, and he knew he should halt the monstrous rape, but
he also was gripped with the desire to witness what, as far
as he knew, no man alive had seen. Emphasis on the
alive.
Vivienne waited, and then the lips of her slit bulged
open. The thick meat of rich red hair was pushed aside,
and a tiny head emerged. It was soaked with the lubricat-
ing fluids within her cunt, and it had the features of a
man. Its hair was black; it had a tiny moustache and
goatee; its eyes were two garnets under eyebrows no
thicker than the leg of a black widow spider. The lips
were so thin as to be invisible; the nose was long and
curved.
The head moved forward as the body continued to slide
out from the vagina. It raised upon the shaft of the body
like a snake, and Childe heard it hiss but knew that that
had to be his imagination. It glided on over the wrinkled
sac of the testicles and underneath, apparently headed
for the anus. Then it disappeared while the uncoiling body
kept issuing from the slit. By then, its head must have
gone deep into the man's bowels.
Childe unfroze abruptly. He shook his head as if
trying to clear away sleep. He was not sure that he had
not fallen into a semihypnotic state while watching the
bizarre scene.
He stepped through the door just as Vivienne eased
herself down on the penis, driving it all the way up her
own anus. Her eyes were closed, and her face was
ecstatic. He managed to get close to her while she was
moving up and down on the shaft and moaning phrases
in a foreign language. The only sounds were her voice,
the striking of rain against the windows, and the squeak
of the bed springs as she slid up and down on the cock
like a monkey on a stick.
Now that he was closer, he could see that the pale and
slimy body of the thing was in the man's anus. It ap-
parently had gone in as deeply as it could, or as it cared
to, because the motion was stopped. Childe felt sick be-
cause he could imagine that golfball-sized head with its
vicious eyes blind in th
e night of the bowels and its
mouth chewing on whatever it was that it found delect-
able in there.
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He reached out and touched the pink-red and swollen
nipple on that superb breast.
She reacted violently. Her eyes flew open, exposing
the beautiful violet, and she rose up off the bed, leaving
the throbbing penis sticking up and dragging the body of
the thing out of the man's body. Both came loose with a
slurping sound, and the tiny mouth of the thing chattered
a high-pitched and angry stream of expletives. At least,
they sounded like cursing to Childe, although he did not
know the language. The words seemed to be Latin in
origin, they were vaguely French or perhaps Catalan or
something in between.
On seeing Childe, the thing reared up on its body,
which coiled behind the head as if it were a rattlesnake.
Vivienne continued to move away from Childe, however,
retreating to the opposite end of the bed. There she
crouched, while the thing swung between her legs and
then started to slide back into the vagina. The head was
fixed on Childe while this withdrawal occurred. Its red-
gleaming eyes were hateful and deadly. Then the head
was gone into the slit; the labia closed; it was as if the
thing had never existed. Certainly, the thing should not
exist.
Childe moved up along the bed and reached out and
slapped the man in the face. The hand left a red imprint,
but that was the only reaction from him. He continued
to stare upwards, and his chest rose and fell slowly. His
dong was beginning to dwindle and sag.
"That will do no good unless I give him the anti-
dote," Vivienne said.
Her color was beginning to return, and she was even
smiling at him.
"Then give it to him!"
"Or you'll do what?"
The tone was not hostile, just questioning.
"I'll call the cops."
"If you do," she said evenly, "you'll be the one
hauled away. I'll charge you with breaking and enter-
ing, threatened rape, and assault, and battery on my
friend here and maybe even attempted murder."
Childe wondered why she would not charge him with
actual rape, then it occurred to him that she would not