“Cor, you lot don’t half smell!” laughed Rosie at the three of us. In answer to our blank looks she said, “My friends have no noses. How do they smell? Awful!” She rocked back in silent mirth, her huge boobs undulating like water-filled balloons.

 

We were sitting or reclining in the room where Mary and I had had sex, on a couch, a chair or, in Rosie’s case, a big cushion. She perched on it like an erotic, busty Tinker Bell and her skin twinkled in the golden light from the fire. Beau was still in pyjamas, curled up beside me and looking nervous while Mary sat pretty with her legs crossed on a wickerwork chair. She looked radiant and more beautiful than ever.

 

Royce and Jayden had left temporarily, saying they had body business to attend to; things to do, food to eat, waste to excrete and so on. There had followed a frantic half hour in which we had tried to escape. All the windows and doors seemed to have become melded with their frames and we appeared to be prisoners in the house. A search for our noses in all draws and cupboards had proved fruitless. We had tried the elegant telephone sitting on the table beside the gramophone player but it was dead.

 

I cuddled Beau while Mary and I exchanged lustful looks. Maybe it was my imagination but she looked more voluptuous than usual and her breasts were looking especially magnificent.

 

“Oh, you to go at it hammer and tongs, don’t mind me,” grinned Rosie. “If you two got any hornier you’d have rhinoceros horns poking out yet heads!”

 

Mary and I couldn’t help smiling at this but refrained from doing as Rosie suggested in deference to Beau. I didn't think it was jealousy that was upsetting him but he was clearly troubled and had become increasingly quiet. I looked down at him, then we shared a lingering kiss.

 

“Maybe the posh tart and I could scissor fuck while you two boys pack the fudge, eh?” giggled the glittering imp on the cushion.

 

“Don’t you have a body to go to, Rosie?” I asked, losing patience. “Seeing as you have a nose why don’t you try tapping it, or sticking something up it?”

 

She shrugged and looked mildly hurt. “Roycey just said he wants another dance.”

 

“Does he pay well?” I asked.

 

“Better then you,” she pouted.

 

I stuck my tongue out at her to which she responded in kind.

 

We could still hear the tinkle of the boys’ fairground in the distance. I quaked with anger when I considered Jayden’s disgusting display of paedophilia. They were the avatars of real children, I could tell instinctively. That they should have been able to access such a site made my blood boil.

 

There was a commotion above the fireplace with thumps and bumps heralding the descent of something through the chimney. We heard voices, then a pair of tasteless platform shoes announced the return of our captor. The fire was still burning as Royce stepped from the fireplace, closely followed by Jayden, still in his stiletto boots but now also wearing a black evening gown and dripping in jewellery. He carried a supermarket shopping bag. He was of the seediest species of drag artist, but at least we didn’t have to look at his hairy ass now. Both he and Royce seemed to be resistant to the flames.

 

There were more noises in the fireplace, then a furry grey object landed in the burning logs, leapt into the room with its tail on fire and scrambled over to a drinks cabinet opposite, followed by four other similar apparitions, also on fire. They were the fuck bunnies and were squealing in pain and fright until they managed to douse each other with soda. They sprayed each other’s short white tails and soon made a game out of it, shoving the soda spray nozzle up each other and squirting it while laughing hysterically.

 

“Guten Abend,” said Jayden who followed the bunnies to the cabinet and pulled some bottles from his bag. “Boyss!” he called and set about mixing two drinks. When Jayden handed Royce his drink they clinked their glasses and smiled slyly to each other. The boys came running back in and Jayden bent to receive their kisses. “Now,” he told them firmly, pulling them away from the bunnies, “these furry friendss of ourss are the fery special companionss off Uncle Royce. Zey are not for you to fool around viz, OK?” He sat down in another wickerwork chair.

 

“OK,” said the boys obediently, and sat down cross-legged beside him on the polished wooden floor while the bunnies went over to join Royce on the rug in the centre of the room.

 

Royce casually paced up and down, a fist on his hip, his thoughts elsewhere it seemed, though the bunnies were doing their best to distract him. Jayden crossed his black pantyhosed legs and cleared his throat while the boys looked up adoringly. Rosie mimed vomiting herself with her finger in her wide open mouth and looked away.

 

“Lieblinks,” began Jayden, “ven I vas but a boy, oh, not much older zan you,” he patted the golden head of one his young catamites, “my Vater told me how proud he vas off me, how proud zat he had a Sohn who had murdered hiss vay srough hiss mediocre siblinks to vin the unvaverink affection off hiss Vater und impregnated hiss own Mutter at ze aitch off six. He blessed me, told me I vas hiss von und only true Sohn who vould inherit hiss estate. But zere vas von sink zat he vould neffer stand for und zat vas ze sought off me foolink around viz ze help.”

 

“Nonce!” heckled Rosie.

 

“Lieblinks,” continued Jayden, betraying only a hint of annoyance, “my childhood vas idyllic on ze beautiful family estate in Bavaria viz my Mutter und my Vater. Siegfried, zat vunderbar hero, could hardly haff had a more idyllic time viz hiss Brunhild. However, I vas deeply attracted to Bruno, our butler, from an early aitch. He vas a black, vell-hunk stallion viz come-to-bed eyess und a fine physsique. I could not ressist him und, von day, I took him into the stabless, appropriately, und seduced him on a hay bale. He had the most amasink penis I ever saw. I sat on him und he entered my ass. Ass ve fucked hiss manhood grew und grew until I could feel ze tip off him vorkink its vay up inside my intestine.”

 

All his boys were quietly masturbating themselves while hanging on their sugar daddy’s every word.

 

“He entered my stomach und then pushed his vay up my esophagus. I vas impaled on him like pinned butterfly. Finally he vorked hiss vay up to my sroat, but at zat moment my Vater happened to valk in. My stallion’ss cock poked from my mouth und echaculated full in my Vater’s astonished face.”

 

“You twisted arsehole!” opined Rosie.

 

Jayden shrugged. “I had been allowed to rape und murder indiscriminately and had only received praisse as a ressult, but forming an alliance with a butler, und a black von at zat, vas beyond ze pale. From zat moment on I vas a pariah. You know what a pariah iss? Someone unvanted, cast out, rechected.” He nodded and sighed. “I vas neffer allowed to see my beloved home again.” He sipped his drink. “But I got ofer it und soon found myself anozer vell-hunk companion,” he and Royce winked at each other, “and I neffer looked back vonce. Ze experience taught me an invaluable lesson which is zat von must follow von's heart alvayss und neffer let anyvon come between you and your realissation as a fully sexual beink.”

 

“Even if you’re a sick bastard!”

 

“So,” he tried to gaze upon his charges beatifically while grinding his teeth, “don’t be afraid to take your pleasure vheneffer or howeffer you find it. Understand?”

 

The boys all nodded enthusiastically and came into their little fists. The bunnies had been tailing Royce but had given up and were now on the floor some distance away, pleasuring each other.

 

Thoroughly sickened, I took some restorative pleasure from gazing at Mary again but was slightly alarmed to see that she had become plumper in just the last couple of minutes. Her face was pink and, in the glow of the fire and candles, was glistening a little with perspiration. In the mean time, Royce had ceased his prowling and now stood on the rug before us. We all looked at him expectantly.

 

“My dear friends, Ian, Mary and Beau,” he said with all the sincerity of a tiger about to leap on its prey, “you mean more to me to that you will ever know. Your plight has touched my heart and in your deliverance I know I must play my part. It is the truth that I have been uncouth. My conscience is troubled and so now my resolve is doubled. If you will allow me one little favor, your penalties I’ll waver. Jayden here has your noses and, if you win a little game, you’ll be back in your bodies before the day closes.”

 

He slid his gloved hand into his coat. The tiny, overripe vegetable form of Madame Prence was revealed briefly before Royce’s hand emerged, clutching a penis. But he hadn’t suddenly sprouted it from his chest. This was another bodiless cock and balls set like the kind we’d seen in his bar. It sat in his hand while he briskly wanked it into hardness. With his other hand he pulled from a pocket several inch long white capsules. He showed these to everyone and we saw they were merely anal suppositories. Into the eye of the penis he forced one of these up the urethra, then all of them. They seemed to travel up towards the balls with the aid of a little squeezing. Then he took from Madame Prence a similar looking capsule, but this was red. He showed it to Beau, then Mary, then me like a magician assuring his audience before an illusion. Inside the capsule was a tiny figure with blood red skin, horns and the legs of a goat. It stamped its hooves impotently against the glass and its wild raging was such that it was bathed in a noxious-looking sauna of steam which it emitted from its ears. I could see the capsule vibrate but it appeared to be thoroughly trapped.

 

“This, my lady, gentlemen, and boys, is a copy of a virus which, just last week, made quite a big noise. The operating systems of many archbishops and cardinals were infected with it, you may have heard, and they died in ways horrific and absurd.” He shoved this last capsule into the cock and as he gave the scrotum a good shake we heard a dull rattle. “The virus and the suppositories are now jumbled and before mighty Death we are humbled.” He held the pink lump above his head. “With this we shall now play Russian roulette. We shall see how we cope with the threat. If I am infected, Jayden here will correct your nasal deficiency. If any of you are infected, you will perform your roles as my sex slaves for all eternity with the utmost efficiency!”

 

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I protested. “Three of us and only one of you?”

 

“Nein,” said Jayden and stood up. “I shall play alzo.”

 

“That’s big of you, noncey boy,” remarked Rosie who’d been wandering around at the other end of the room, looking bored.

 

Jayden and Royce gazed at each other levelly until the former went over to his friend and kissed him, almost devouring him with his enormous mouth.

 

“It’s fairer now, ja?” said Jayden.

 

“Nein!” I said, still angry. “Nein, nein, nein!”

 

“Come come,” sighed Royce, “Madame Prence here knows your game.”

 

The minuscule, parasitic succubus in his coat burbled smugly.

“We know that Beau and Mary are the same.”

 

I exchanged a brief, puzzled look with Beau who just looked nonplussed. Now that Mary was standing I could see how bigger she was. Her belly had swollen beneath the dress, lifting the skirt slightly above her legs. She was rubbing the lump and holding it protectively.

 

Royce placed the cock and balls on the rug before us and ordered us all to bare our posteriors. I guessed that we had no choice and we all complied. He offered to go first and, taking the cock in his gloved hand, began shafting his asshole. It was an uncommonly large cock and I winced just at the thought of having it up me, let alone receiving the virus. Royce seemed to have no trouble with it and was buggering away at himself quite comfortably. Indeed, he seemed to be taking considerable pleasure in it. Two of the bunnies had separated from their friends to assist Royce in his pleasure, or to take advantage of his partial nudity. One was blowing him while the other had climbed the great height to his shoulders and was fucking his mouth. We all heard a little thump and a groan from Royce. The bunny came in his mouth and dismounted, then Royce fired a messy, multi-colored load of semen into the mouth of the other bunny. Nothing more happened and he removed the fleshy device, smiling smugly. It had been a suppository. Despite these antics the atmosphere in the room was very tense.

 

“I hope you get the raving shits,” I told him.

 

“Hm hm hmm,” he chuckled and passed the object to Beau.

 

“Cor, fucking hell, it’s like a funeral in here,” Rosie declared and pulled a record from a shelf near the gramophone player. “You lot need livening up a bit.”

 

She put an old seventy-eight on, wound up the player and a moment later a slightly reedy version of a song by Shakira provided her with a suitable soundtrack for her kind of dancing. She split into seven and began knocking her hips from one side of the room to the other, not caring who she knocked into. The boys and bunnies joined her, though there weren’t enough Rosies to go round. She held their hands and grooved with them, laughing like a hyena. Her shaking, glittering bottom was hypnotic. All the while her boobs remained steady in the air like zeppelins.

 

Meanwhile, poor Beau was having a little trouble with the cock. I held and kissed him while he slowly got used to the tool’s girth. He was only able to fit a little bit in and had to resort to stroking the rest of it with his hand. I cuffed away one of the bunnies who tried to offer him similar services to those it had offered Royce.

 

“Ow!” Beau protested at the pain in his anus while I tried, with some loving caresses, to take his mind off it.

 

His expert hands soon stimulated it to orgasm. He stood to attention and opened his mouth in shock and trepidation as something entered him. Nothing happened and his smile of relief filled me with joy. I pressed my lips to his firmly.

 

When we disengaged we saw Jayden already at it with some assistance of the lagomorphic variety. In no time the cock was buried in his asshole and his own tool was tenting in his dress. A pair of long ears rose up beneath the black silk material and started vibrating. Jayden licked his lips, closed his eyes and pinched his nipple with one hand while cocking his anus. The cock was a blur between his buttocks and he groaned with intense enjoyment. Finally he came in the bunny’s mouth and the cock fired a suppository into him.

 

“What a pisser!” commented one of the Rosies, and bumped him so hard with her hip that he toppled over with his panties around his ankles.

 

“Can’t you behave, you saucy knave?” snapped Royce, helping his friend up.

 

The Rosies stopped and glared at him with their fists on their hips.

“Oi, fuck you, Roycey!” one them of yapped back. “We thought we was dancing here. If you’re not interested in our dances any more then we’ll fuck off home.”

 

“That would be most dandy, my little eye candy.” He mouth stretched to a serpentine smile. “We are currently engaged in important work, and your manner does rather irk.”

 

“Fine!” said another Rosie, whereupon all seven of them turned, bent over until they touched their toes. They masturbated in formation and all quickly came simultaneously, firing their signature netsuke figures at Royce and Jayden. Our captors both bore up under the barrage with great fortitude, apparently having suffered this treatment before.

 

Meanwhile the meaty gun had been handed to me. I wanked it but received a slap in the face from a gloved hand. I resentfully watched Royce’s arm slither back to its normal length and placed the tip of the cock at my entrance. Something told me the end was near. I had fought the good fight with my comrades but now my luck was running out. I kissed Beau and Mary and began working the penis inside myself. I looked at Beau’s cute face for inspiration, then Mary’s. Her face was still slim and so were her limbs and she seemed as happy as ever, but her torso was severely bloated into a most unattractive shape.

 

So far, this body had only received Beau’s modest member up the ass so this was not going to be easy. I removed the cock for a moment and spat on it, waiting for a hit from Royce. Apparently, lubrication was something allowed by the game’s rules, so I was able to re-insert the organ without receiving more slaps. It hurt, Jesus, it hurt. So, like Beau, I mostly worked it manually until I finally felt the balls tighten in my grip.

 

“This is it,” I said, closed my eyes and steeled myself for the end.

 

I felt a thump in my hand and a slap inside me. It was a suppository. Mary and Beau both kissed me happily. But then it was Mary’s turn. As always, she seemed unconcerned and was soon working the detested object into her pussy. The wooden balls were rocketing from the Rosies and continued to rain sideways, most of them blasting into the walls and furniture. One or two hit me but they didn’t really hurt. Mary had her feet planted wide and her body bent over. She was really huge now.

 

Suddenly the cock popped out of Mary like the cork from a champagne bottle, followed by a geyser which arced across everyone’s heads. She wailed in pain and bent at the knees. Beau and I were beside her in an instant.

 

“Oh, Mary!” I cried, convinced she had been infected with the virus.

 

“Go and fetch some towels, some soap and some hot water,” Beau said to Rosie who, having stopped her netsuke warfare on Royce and Jayden, snapped back into one body. She dashed off while Beau laid Mary down on the rug, lifted the skirt of her dress and gently examined her belly. Between her legs something was pushing out of her.

 

Beau seemed to know what he was doing. Rosie arrived with the requested items and Beau proceeded to wash his hands and arms up to the elbows. I asked him if he’d done this before and he nodded. Poor Mary was screaming in agony and I went to cradle her head and comfort her. It was all I could do having never witnessed a birth before. Beau told her to push. Mary’s face was so red I thought she was about to explode. I held her head in my lap and kissed her hot, wet forehead

 

Then came a squelching noise and Beau gently drew a bloody lump into his arms.

 

“It’s a boy!” announced Rosie joyfully.

 

Beau expertly cleaned the newborn and tipped him back to allow the fluids to drain from his tiny mouth and nose. His skin was the color of tea. Beau cradled him lovingly and scooted with him up to Mary’s head. Everyone, Rosie, the boys, the bunnies, even Royce and Jayden applauded and smiled, moved by the touching scene.

 

As the baby, with eyes and fists closed tight, took his first breaths, it became clear that he was a larger than average baby. In fact, there was already a maturity in his face that was slightly disturbing for one so young. He reached for Mary’s tit and began sucking like a leech. Mary smiled adoringly and seemed to have no trouble lactating.

 

“Rosie,” said Beau to Rosie, “maybe you could find something sharp in the kitchen we could sterilise?”

 

But in the crush and excitement all around us, Rosie didn’t seem to have heard. She was over by the gramophone, changing the record.

 

“Te amo,” said Mary, looking up at me.

 

“I love you too, Mary,” I said.

 

Beside me Beau broke out in tears. He was so happy for us.

 

“What shall we call him?” I asked the mother of my child.

 

“Jesus, certe!” she replied.

 

The boy was already becoming heavy, having drunk a lot of milk. He was now only a little smaller than Jayden’s ‘lieblinks’. Mary eased Him off her chest and let Him rest at her side. The cord was draped over Mary’s swollen belly like a long, thin worm. I wondered how soon we could get my Son away from these freaks. Mary looked very weak. Rosie who, apparently having a very low boredom threshold, was already grooving around to some new tune.

 

“Hey, you lot,” she called to the boys, who had been fighting each other for the best view of the birth, “I’ve got a game you’re gonna love.” They all ran over to her and accepted the drinks of lemonade she’d poured for them.

 

The roulette had resumed and Royce had the cock in his mouth right up to the balls. He’d push it out of himself slightly, then suck it back in, while all of the bunnies humped him in their various ways, one at his ass, one at his cock, one receiving a handjob and the other two just humping his legs. Jayden was fondling himself distractedly while keeping an eye on us.

 

“I want you all to stand in a row and point your right fingers out in front of you,” Rosie commanded her little troupe. One of them burped happily and they all laughed but still did as she’d told them. “On the count of three, and not before, I want to see you all try to touch your noses with the end of your pointing fingers. But, and not until I say so,” she held up her own finger, “I want to see you reach your noses from round the backs of your heads.” She demonstrated while keeping her head up and without quite touching her own nose. “Got it?” The kids all nodded.

 

“Vat are you up to, Rossie?” asked Jayden, suspicious but too distracted the sight of his boys all lined up together to stop her.

 

Jesus, still receiving sustenance from both of Mary’s tits, was now advancing into puberty. His arms embraced His mother who fondly stroked His long black hair. Fluff on His face bristled into a beard, His limbs elongated and soon the body of a very slim young man lay beside Mary, His mouth still clamped to her tits.

 

“Ready?” said Rosie with her index finger extended before her. “One!”

 

Jesus finally lifted Himself, kissed His mother, then me, and stood up. He was a fine, young man but I couldn’t abide His nakedness, especially in such debauched company. Mary’s dress was pretty much ruined, first from being soaked in my cum earlier, and then in her own waters. I tore off a little strip from the skirt and improvised a small loincloth for Him. It barely covered His modesty but it was better than nothing. It suited Him well, I thought. He was a little different from the Jesus we had met in the church, having skin closer in tone to my avatar’s.

 

“Two,” said Rosie.

 

Jesus turned slowly to regard Royce who had just received another suppository and was disengaging himself from the bunnies.

 

“Three!”

 

The boys reached around the backs of their heads at lightning speed, each intent on winning Rosie’s game. Fingertips nudged nostrils and, one by one, each boy popped out of existence as if he had never been there. Rosie coughed, brushed her hands off each other and turned to give Jayden a smile as tight and innocent as a virgin’s.

 

“About time someone did something about that,” she said.

 

The German leapt up and stood before her angrily, his chest bumping against her tits. “Vat haff you done, you whore! Zosse vere mine! Mine, mine, mine!”

 

“Yours? Ha!” Rosie threw her head back and laughed cruelly. “They were innocent children, you utter piece of shit! Now they’re safe,” she pushed him back with her tits, “where you can never, ever get at them again, you filthy pedo!”

 

Jayden swung at her but was unable to connect his fists to her face due to the colossal obstacles pressing into his chest. He flailed impotently, then fell back panting and glaring at her. The bunnies were all in a group, a good way off by the drinks cabinet, amusing themselves again with the soda.

 

Royce had passed the cock to Beau who was reluctantly sucking it, but the scene was now dominated by the presence of Jesus, his eyes radiating pure love as he stood before Royce with his arms stretched out before him. Though Royce, in his platform shoes and big hair, towered above Jesus, he was visibly intimidated at the sight of my Son, now in His physical prime. Jesus’ growth seemed to have been arrested, at least for the moment.

 

“What have you to do with me, you Son of Ian? You expect me to believe you’re that dead Galilean?”

 

Warning whistles and hoots emanated from Royce’s chest where Madame Prence could just be seen, peering out nervously around his shirt.

 

Beau and I had lifted Mary onto a couch and we took off her wet dress to make her more comfortable. The couch had a thin throw so we drew that over her. I was only momentarily surprised to see that she was falling asleep but, seeing as Beau had done the same earlier, I accepted this and was happy to see her resting. The umbilical had still not been cut but it was evidently of an unusual length as Jesus now stood about ten feet away from Mary and still had his belly linked to his mother. There was an electrical energy in the room as our Son placed His fingertips to the chest of Royce who pushed against Him.

 

“Vas ist das?” muttered Jayden who now transferred his anger from Rosie to Jesus.

 

“Give me your worst,” Royce sneered, “I am not afraid of you. Why should I fear a half-black Jew?”

 

Prence lifted her twisted mouth to his ear and I heard a sibilant, snake-like hiss.

 

“Careful, darlink,” Jayden told his friend. “He sinks you’re ze Deffil.”

 

“And He is right, I am the ruler of this world. Into a fiery pit He will be hurled. For I am Legion, or certainly the only true man of sin in this region.” Royce gave a chuckle from deep in his chest but it was forced and his sneer was weakening. In fact, he was trembling like a tree in a gale.

 

Suddenly his long legs collapsed and he looked up into the eyes of Jesus imploringly. A foul smell told us that either his fear, or the suppositories, had done their work. He then voided himself at the other end and Jesus’ face received a spray of green goo.

 

“Royce!” screamed Jayden, and his friend’s head spun around like an owl’s.

 

Jesus’ eyes were two points of light aflame with the power of love.

 

“I’ve got the runnies,” admitted Royce pitifully. Then he pleaded, “Cast me into the fuck bunnies.”

 

With a mighty whirling gesture and the sound of a hurricane, Jesus turned from Royce to the bunnies who all suddenly screamed as if they had been poked with a very sharp needle. Royce’s body froze completely stiff and turned grey. The bunnies ran from the house, howling and jumping as if the Devil nipped at their fluffy tails and Royce fell stiff to the floor, his avatar a hollow husk, though it landed with the force of a granite block.

 

The last we heard of the bunnies was from one of them screaming, “You’ve not heard the last of me!” followed by the scream of another bunny: “There are so many people I still want to fucky fucky!”

 

Jayden screamed again and ran over to the fallen statue of his friend. The wooden floor beneath and around it was cracked. Between Jayden and the legs of my Son I glimpsed the vegetal malformation of Prence crawling away until she vanished into the shadows under one of the couches. With Royce, the boys and the bunnies now gone, the room seemed empty. Beau and I were stood beside Mary while Rosie had sat herself back down on a cushion, apparently enjoying the show.

 

“My loff,” sobbed Jayden while stroking the stone forehead, “you haff gone before me, but I shall soon follow. I shall soon choin you in ze vorld aboff vhere ve shall dance vonce more. Farevell, my little deffil.” He kissed the cold forehead.

 

“You’ll get more sense out those rabbits now, mate!” called Rosie.

 

Turning his sorrow to rage Jayden stood and grabbed the cock which Royce had dropped beside him. He turned to face Jesus and aimed the cock at His face. He wanked it furiously while Jesus merely stood there with His arms outstretched.

 

“Filthy Chew!” said Jayden, choking on his frustration. “Traitor!” A suppository flew from the eye of the cock and glanced futilely off Jesus’ slender chest. “Boil in my excrement, you filthy faggot!”

 

More suppositories were gunned from the cock as it twitched and ejaculated in Jayden’s expert hands. He was barely two inches from his target and trembling all over with fury, maddened by the tranquil expression of my Son, who was as unflappable as His mother.

 

Then a capsule, blood red this time, left the cock and shot directly into Jesus’ chest where it entered and was swallowed up cleanly. Jayden ceased pumping and Jesus froze. There was a rumble from under the floor. The cracks in the floor widened, boards burst upwards and a large, wooden cross rose until it pressed into the ceiling, shattering much of the floor, causing Jayden to trip on Rosie’s netsuke and stumble backwards. Jesus was thrown by some unseen force against the wood with His arms outstretched. Somehow he had become nailed to the cross. And still the cord linked His stomach to His mother who, mercifully, was still asleep. I fell forwards and tried to help him by pulling at the nails in his feet but Beau pulled me away.

 

“My Son!” I wailed.

 

Jesus looked down at me and I watched, stricken with sorrow, as the light faded from his eyes. A sharp rending noise tore the evening air in two. By the window, one of the net curtains had inexplicably been ripped down the middle. I cried like a baby, little caring how the sight of a big man in tears must look. I fell onto the couch opposite Mary while Beau, with his arms around me comfortingly, fell with me. The ground continued to rumble ominously.

 

“Shh, Ian,” said Beau and slid his arms around me. “He was only antivirus software.”

 

I turned to look at him. “How can you say that? That’s the child I had with Mary!”

 

“I know,” he said, rocking me, “But none of this is actually real, Ian. Don’t forget that.”

 

I sniffed and eventually said, “But he looks so real.” I looked up at Him and a new series of sobs shook me.

 

Jayden regarded us with, perhaps, a small modicum of sympathy, and let the cock drop from his fingers. He didn’t seem to have any more ammunition for it and I guessed we were safe for the moment. He turned to the petrified avatar of his fallen comrade and, holding one end firmly, began dragging it away from the scene of devastation. He found a way to do this more easily by gliding it over the myriad netsuke figures that littered the floor.

 

“He did His job well, though, didn’t he? Jesus, I mean,” said Beau.

 

“Couldn’t save Himself, could He?” I said, heaving a sigh.

 

Beau gave a slight shrug and said, “Well, saving Himself is not really what He’s known for.”

 

Jayden was struggling to drag the stone Royce into the next room.

 

“Beau,” I said to my friend quietly, “if that freak has our noses we’ve got to get them off him somehow.”

 

“He’s supposed to do that anyway, seeing as we’ve defeated Royce, yes?” he pointed out.

 

“Do you really think he will?”

 

Beau bit his lip prettily.

 

The German stopped his heavy work, stood and turned his tear-stained face to us. He regarded us critically for a long moment.

 

“Ja, I vill,” he said, angrily trying and failing to hide his sorrow at his friend’s passing. “Ve Goebbelses neffer go back on our vord. Alzough I don’t beliefe you played entirely fairly,” he gestured at my Son. “Talk about deus ex machina!” he laughed wearily.

 

I was about to remonstrate but Beau nudged me.

 

“So,” continued Jayden, straightening his clothes and walking back over to us, “you can haff your stupid nossess back. I haff zem on my person.“

 

I looked him up and down and decided the only place he could have them was in his boots.

 

“But, zere iss von small vish you must grant me first.” His eyes fell on mine. “I vish to haff ze carnal knowledge off zis fine African specimen.”

 

I quailed and Beau wrapped both his arms around me protectively

 

“Blurgh!” declared Rosie. “You’re having a laugh, ain’t you, you old fucker!”

Jayden closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned in her direction. It was the first time I had seen him almost lose his patience with her. Maybe he considered her too far beneath him to argue, or that the funereal occasion demanded that some decorum be maintained, but after a deep breath he calmly said to me, “I am going to bury ze body off my beloffed Royce outside, if I can get it outside. I know it iss not him anymore, but I mean to show him some respect. Ve are not barbarianss here.” He passed a hand through his hair. “Vhen I return I shall expect you to be at my service and comply viz my sexual vishes for no less zan von hour. Zen you may, all sree off you, return to your stupid bodiess.”

 

We watched him return to his labors. Rosie shook her head and sneered but remained silent this time. Beau and I cuddled while we watched Mary’s chest rise and fall. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the sagging body of my Son hanging above us. I didn’t know what to do about Jayden’s ’vishes’ except that I knew I’d far rather exchange places with my Son than comply with them.

 

“What are we going to do?” Beau fretted.

 

I squeezed him. “We’ll be going home soon, don’t worry. Maybe he’ll let us have the noses anyway. Maybe he’ll change his mind.”

 

Beau still looked unconvinced.

 

“But if he doesn’t,” I told him, looking into his eyes, “I just want you to know that I love both you and Mary. Being with you has been the best experience of my life and I don’t regret any of it.”

 

Beau smiled and we kissed for a long time, but it was a chaste kiss of pure love.

 

When the sound of wooden balls rolling and grinding between floor and stone had completely faded, Rosie paced over to us and took my hand.

 

“’Scuse us for a minute, Beau,” she said winking, “I have to borrow ‘zis fine African specimen’ just for a minute. There’s something important I need to say to him. I promise to bring him right back, alright?”

 

“What!” I said, astonished. “I can’t leave Mary.”

 

I wondered if there’d be a way to remove the enormous crucifix before she woke up.

 

Rosie yanked my arm and said, “Look, do you want to tap yourselves out of here or not? ’Cause if you don’t do it soon, you’ll be dead. I know a way you can get one over on that filthy pedo. You can’t trust him. He won’t give you your noses back. He just wants you as his slaves. But you can trust me, alright?”

 

And without bothering to wait for a response from either me or Beau, she pulled me out of the room and into the hall. I glanced back fondly at Mary and at Beau who merely gave us a wistful wave.

 

“Don’t look so worried,” the dancer said to me as we passed some of Jayden’s erotic statue collection, “I won’t eat you up,” she giggled, “but I might let you eat me out.”

 

She led me up the stairs and I was given a choice view of her fine, full ass cheeks. What a pawg! Her waist was surprisingly slender for someone so broad in other areas. From the back I could see side boobs of gigantic proportions. She looked over her shoulder and winked again, knowing how turned on I was at the sight of her. Upstairs she took me into the same bedroom with the bath in which I had bathed earlier. All the candles were still lit and had not burned down even an inch. Beside the bed was another old-fashioned dial phone, probably as useless as the one downstairs. Far in the distance there came the sound, just at the edge of my hearing, of thunder, or perhaps warfare.

 

Rosie stood at the mirror to adjust her black hair and said to my reflection, “You know who look like?”

 

There was nowhere to sit except on the four poster bed so I sat on the edge and asked her what she had to tell me that was so important she couldn’t tell me in front of Beau.

 

“Denzel Washington,” she said and turned away from her reflection. In response to my blank look she said, “Don’t you know him? He was a well fit actor, long ago. Looked just like you.”

 

She raised her arms straight up which had a very interesting affect on her breasts and twisted her hips a little. Then she knocked them from side to side like she had earlier to the music, but this was a slower, more sensual movement. I instantly felt a hot pressure in my pants. She edged close to me, grinding the air as if receiving the cock of an invisible man, and regarded me steadily with heavy-lidded eyes. When she reached the bed she raised a leg and humped one of the bed posts while looking at me provocatively.

 

“Come on, big boy,” she said, “I wanna look at your willy. I bet it’s really nice.”

 

“You’ve seen it already, haven’t you?” I asked, slightly perturbed that this was all she’d borrowed me for.

 

I thought of my poor Mary, exhausted from her labor and poor Beau, sitting there and probably wondering what we were doing. I wondered how long it would take Jayden to complete his almost Sisyphean task. Maybe the fuck bunnies would help him, if he could find them.

 

“Yeah, but not enough!” and she jumped onto my lap, shoving her balloons into my face.

 

“Beau! Mary!” I yelled towards the door, before my face was smothered beneath her.

 

I could hardly breathe. She unbuckled my belt, then roughly pulled my pants down. She jumped off me again and I gasped for air.

 

“Cor!” she said admiringly. “I was right, it’s a bloody good one! I’ve always had a thing for black cock.”

 

She pushed my legs apart, leaned forward and buried by my baguette in her prize watermelons. Her flesh swallowed me up and filled my lap. Instinctively, I began thrusting my hips upwards, jabbing into her softness. She drooled and slobbered into her mountainous cleavage and eventually I felt the benefit of this lubricant as it trickled down to my tip, then around the side of my cock.

 

“That’s it,” she encouraged me. “Nothing like a good bit of breast relief to get us both in the mood, Ian. Ian, that is your name, isn’t it?”

 

I nodded, hardly listening to her now that my lust was taking hold. I gave her tits a few more jabs. My cock completely failed to even poke out of the top of her cleavage, they were so huge. I guessed they must have been thirty-six OOO or thereabouts. For a moment I wished Mary’s were that big, then felt ashamed for comparing my Mary to someone who meant comparatively little to me. This was pure animal desire but my love for Mary was sacred. Rosie emitted a lustful grunt from deep behind her boobs and climbed back up to my lap. Again she put my head between her giant knockers, then dropped her hips onto mine, deftly impaling herself on me.

 

I desperately fought for breath and yet simultaneously enjoyed the feel of being buried alive in warm, soft flesh. Using her hip-knocking skills she began pounding away at me in a circular motion, clockwise, then anticlockwise. Her hips never seemed to touch me in exactly the same way twice and her pussy stimulated my cock, rubbing and squeezing it tightly, caressing it and loving it. She wailed incoherently in my ear. Her rear end was doing a crazy pogo dance on my cock using my body as its stage. I think I must have found her G-spot as she screamed, then screamed again, louder, leaving me deafened in one ear. Her hips were beating a military tattoo on mine and I knew this session was going to leave both us of bruised, but I loved what she was doing, even the sense of drowning.

 

After a while she lifted her chest off me to let me pant for a few seconds, climbed off me onto the bed and pointed her rear at my face. Gazing at me over her shoulder again she wiggled her hips invitingly. Her pussy was a vivid pink, almost red, and seemed to pulsate like a heart. I bent forward, first inhaled her scent, then pressed my nose and mouth hard against her. She pushed back and I began snogging her lips while reaching for her clitty with my tongue. I sucked her hole, then blew a little air into her. She responded to this by shaking her ass like a cat about to leap on its prey. I held her cheeks and flicked my tongue over her nub until her peach had ripened. The flesh around the hole was thoroughly swollen and slicked with my saliva and her love juice.

 

The distant grumbling far below had been steadily growing louder and I could feel vibrations in the bed. I reared my hard body above her, drew her hips to me and slid my black barge up Rosie’s narrow love canal. The waters rippled around me, drawing me on. I bent over her, grasped some of her tit flesh and started bumping away at her, forcing myself really nice and deep inside her. Her ass juddered from side to side as swiftly as that of a dancing honeybee, making my cock wiggle deep inside her with the speed of a hummingbird’s wings. She was panting now and I could feel her excitement mounting. I planted my foot beside her and pushed even harder. I pulled out for a second, then rammed into her roughly and held myself there. I could feel the tip of my cock reaching deeper and deeper inwards.

 

I thrust again and the force flattened her against the sheets. Her huge but soft tits were squashed underneath her and covered much of the bed. I lay on top of her and pounded away like a jack hammer. She rose slightly, pushed her back into my front and let out a prolonged groan of extreme pleasure.

 

Her orgasmic contractions started, setting me off. I blasted into her, the length of my cock thumping and ejaculating my sperm violently until the head felt like it was exploding. Rosie screamed shrilly. Her pussy was gripping my penis from the base to the tip, her walls manipulating me as skilfully as a pair of hands. The bed shook and the whole house seemed to rock as if on a stormy sea.

 

“Do you want it, Ian?” she cried.

 

“Yes, I want it, Rosie!” I cried back.

 

I felt pressure against the tip which quickly increased. Something was pressing into the cock’s eye. I gasped, shocked by the exquisite sensation of having the entrance to my urethra played with. Suddenly something was forced into me, something very hard and ridged. I felt it travel along the entire length of my shaft and all the way to the root. Pleasure had quickly been usurped by pain. I pulled out of her and examined myself.

 

There was no damage that I could see, certainly no blood. Semen was still trickling out and it was soaked with Rosie’s juices.

 

“Let’s have a feel then,” she said, and grabbed my sack. She nodded, smiled, kissed me and jumped off the bed.

 

I felt myself and found, to my surprise, that I now had three testicles. I was sure the extra one hadn’t been there just before. I vaguely noticed that my chest, groin and thighs were covered in Rosie’s glitter.

 

“Whoah.” I breathed. “What did you just do to me?”

 

“It’s called fucking, love, but I’m sure you’ll soon get the hang it.” She stood at the mirror again and ran her fingers through her messy hair. She saw me prodding myself. “Oh, don’t worry about that. Now you’re armed.”

I was so disturbed by my sudden mutation that I hardly heard Rosie leave the room or that the quaking in the ground had subsided a little to an insistent, deep tremor.

 

“Yeah, he’s in there, Dorothy,” I heard Rosie say on the stairs. “You gonna take him shopping afterwards?”

 

I looked up to see Jayden just entering. He looked tired. He removed his earrings and began to undress. He was carrying the cock gun and he placed it beside me on the bed.

 

“It’s loaded,” he told me, “but not viz ze suppositories.“ Then he tutted and glanced behind him.

 

“Zat, Rossie. Vat a slut!” He rolled his eyes at me.

 

Beau had come up behind him and he was standing at the door. I went over to him and asked him what the matter was.

 

“You don’t have to do this,” he said.

 

“I’m sorry, Beau, I do, for all of us,” I told him, smiled bravely and kissed him. “You must be with Mary for when she wakes up.”

 

I could tell Beau was about to argue, but Jayden closed the door, shutting him out. I sighed and went to sit on the bed. I watched the nonce carefully and waited for him to remove his tight boots. But he didn’t. He stripped completely naked but left the boots, a necklace and some bracelets on. He wasn’t bad-looking. In fact, his body was slim and young, though too hairy for my taste. Nevertheless, Rosie was right to dislike him so much and I wondered how I was going to be able to get through this without thinking about the things I had seen him do.

 

“Now,” he said, strolling over to me with his cock swaying, “I hope my African slave is a good cocksucker, nein?”

 

He took my head and pressed my face against him, forcing me to open my mouth and take a breath. In the process, my mouth opened on his cock and I began to rub it with my lips. It took a while to grow.

 

“Get on viz it, you oaf! It’s not a vork off art to be stared at!”

 

I took it into my mouth and felt it pulsing awake. I drew his foreskin back and was licking the glans when I was jolted by the sudden noise of the phone ringing.

 

Jayden was able to reach it and I heard him say, “Ja?” After a moment he said, “It’s for you.”

 

I looked up to see he was holding the handset out to me. I mumbled something into it not altogether coherent, such was my surprise.

 

A woman’s nasal voice said, “You requested a call back service, sir?” Before I could reply she said, “I believe you could do with some encouragement?” I recognised Rosie’s voice, despite her attempt at disguise. Jayden was thrusting at me so I wrapped a hand around him and gave him some firm strokes. “What’s your name, lover boy?” asked Rosie, playfully.

 

“Ian.”

 

“How big are you?”

 

“Eleven inches.”

 

“Lovely jubbly. And what do look you like? I bet you're gorgeous.”

 

“I’m six foot all, black and athletic.”

The handjob wasn’t enough for Jayden and he pressed my head back onto him. I coughed and spluttered as I felt his cock push to the back of my tongue and between my tonsils.

 

“No need to speak, Ian,” said the voice on the phone. “I know you have your mouth full. Pahahaha! I just want you to relax and listen to my instructions.

“I am a hot, athletic five foot five brunette with a stunning thirty-six XXX chest and an all over tan. I am standing here completely naked, thinking about a nice big, black cock. I had one give me a lovely pussy cream pie just a minute ago but I want one in my arse too. I want your cock so badly. I bet you’re quite the black stud. Oh yeah, I want you to suck me, Ian. Go on, suck on me really, really hard.”

 

I imagined I had my face in Rosie’s hot pussy again and sucked Jayden down to the balls.

 

“Aah!” he gasped with his head thrown back.

 

“I love what you’re doing to me, Ian,” said Rosie. “I want you so bad,” she whined. “Kiss me, Ian, oh, kiss me harder. Love me, love me and French kiss me. I love it, oh, how I love your mouth, Ian!”

 

Jayden was really hard in me now and his glans were poking into the back of my throat. He was throat fucking me, not sparing me and being really rough. I thought I might pass out if such a thing were possible here. I felt a tap on the back of my head and looked up to see him gesture to the bed behind me. He crawled onto it and indicated he wanted it from behind.

 

Thank Christ, I thought, then felt guilty for taking my Son’s name in vain.

 

“Do you want to fuck me now, hey?” Rosie asked me enthusiastically. “You wanna fuck Rosie? I bet you do.”

 

I had to wank myself into hardness but it wasn’t too difficult with Rosie breathing sexily into my ear. I pulled Jayden’s buttocks apart and nudged against his hole. My cock had dried quickly in the room’s hot air. I dribbled onto it, rubbed my spit around Jayden’s hole and poked the glans of my cock into him.

 

“Are you really hard now, Ian?” Rosie asked.

 

“Yes, yes,” I said breathlessly.

 

“Are you really, really hard, Ian?”

 

“Yes, yes, yes!” I affirmed, finding her dirty talk irresistible.

 

“Then fuck my arse, you big, big cock god. I want it right now. Fuck my fucking shit hole, you fucker!”

 

He was so much looser than Beau and I had no trouble entering him. He was grunting in pain but I hardly cared. I looked at the cock gun, then down at his boots, and wondered how easily it would be to tear them off before he was able to grab the weapon.

 

“Ooh, this is good!” hissed Rosie from downstairs. “You like being inside my arse don’t you, you dirty boy? I can tell you do.”

 

I pushed myself in nice and hard and started buggering the bastard. My stomach was churning but I didn’t throw up.

 

“I love this, don’t you?” said Rosie, in between moans of pleasure. It sounded like she was having more fun than me and I wondered for a moment if she might be getting some help, before dismissing the thought as unfair. “I love it! This is really fun! I liked that bit just now when you pushed in really hard. That was nice. Do it again!” and as I thrust in deep she treated me to a long, drawn out groan. “That’s it, right in there, Ian. Rosie loves Ian’s gorgeous fuck stick. I love the feel of you pushing my shitter wider and wider. You’re stretching me so much. Oh, do it to me, you bastard, do it to me like it’s all you ever wanted to do. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

 

My cock was growing and preparing to shoot, so I worked myself into Jayden extra deep until he arched his back, screamed and fell on his front. Between me and the bed he ground himself against the sheets and began fucking them, thrusting forwards each time I withdrew.

 

When my ejaculation arrived it was massive and my balls unloaded into Jayden’s ass while the voice on the phone screamed, “Oh, my God!” But the pain was intense and so wrong.

 

Something was sliding from the base of the cock and pushing my urethra wide open. It only took a second to reach its target. It left my penis and blasted into Jayden. I pulled out, away from his ass and away from his body. Something profoundly unpleasant was happening to it.

 

At that moment the house juddered from side to side and there was a deafening rumble. Windows broke, and the bath tipped over onto its side. It was empty so there was no water to put out the flames from the bed drapes. A candelabra had fallen on it and the blaze quickly spread. Jayden, however, seemed unable to escape the blaze as his entire body was throbbing violently in the most nauseating way. He had become a huge, pulsing pustule, an island of agony. His bloated cock ejaculated onto the sheets but he was talking little pleasure in this. He screamed and flailed his swollen limbs until he managed to roll himself off the bed. As he fell he shrank and the screams rose in tone until he was squealing like a pig. I ran to the door, then remembered the noses. Jayden’s boots had slipped off him. I ran to where they were lying like two dead birds on the floor. I grabbed one, thrust my hand in and found nothing. I reached for the other but a tiny hand pulled it away.

 

“Ha ha!” a voice squeaked, and I looked down at the strange baby, standing there defiantly at my feet. “Zis is vhat happens vhen you fuck Chayden Coleville De San Bernadino Goebbels Von Ecce Ecce Ptang Bukakke Uggsjvjgdvgvksdgghfxhfcdjmoi Jniojiuhubhuygvyftyfcdxreses O’Pederasty in ze ass!” And with that, the baby reached into the boot, pulled out three lumps of skin and cartilage in his fists and, before I could see what he was doing, he pushed all three into his mouth and swallowed.

 

He ran from the room laughing maniacally, leaving me in the burning collapsing room. A wall to my left fell to the floor, the noise leaving me stunned. I picked myself up feeling weak from all my exertions, stumbled over the brick and plaster while avoiding the burning drapes and floorboards, and left the room coughing and fumbling in the dim, smoky light. I fell at the top of the stairs but managed to grab hold of the rail to prevent a headlong descent. I ran down as quickly as I could and found myself in the arms of Beau. Mary was awake and had the couch throw wrapped around her, looking as beautiful as ever. Of the baby there was no sign.

 

“Did you get the noses?” shouted Beau over the crashing and thundering.

 

“The fucker swallowed them!” I shouted.

 

“But where did he go?” bellowed Rosie.

 

“He changed into a baby and ran away from me! Your netsuke turned Jayden into a fucking baby!”

 

“You were meant to grab the noses!” she yelled and slapped my face.

 

Chandeliers, various fixtures and furniture were all tumbling to the floor, smashing the wooden boards to splinters. I grabbed Beau and Mary’s arms and made for the front door while kicking the netsuke away from us. Another fire had started in the next room and, as we ran to the front door, I passed the room and saw the burning life-sized crucifix of my Son on His cross. As Mary followed me I saw she was still connected to him. As she ran, the cord continued to extend, seemingly without end.

 

“Goodbye, my Son!” I screamed, but was then pulled away and through the front door. It was Rosie, coming to my rescue again. I turned to see an entire wall tip onto the place in which we had just been standing, leaving a gaping hole in the floor.

 

Outside, on the surface of Cordelia, it was night. The only light was from the burning house behind us and from a thin, green crescent in the sky: Uranus. Not quite drowned out by the sound of the quake were some strange, high-pitched screams.

 

“Somebody help me tap myself out!” came a squeaky voice. “This stupid body has no snout!”

 

“Shut up and fuck me, Roycey Rabbit!” came another. “It’s been ten minutes since you last did me. You’re out of the habit!”

 

There followed the most blood-curdling scream I had ever heard. There was a churning in my bowels. I tripped over something crawling and picked it up. It was that repellent Prence person. She was covered in shit. She chattered randomly and woofed into my face until I tossed her into the house.

 

“What the hell do we do now?” I wailed as we wandered away from the conflagration, onto the filthy ground and into the dim, green darkness. I had little hope of finding Jayden now. “Beau? Rosie? Any ideas?” Mary seemed as sanguine as ever. Maybe Beau was right about her after all.

 

“I can’t believe you let him get away, Ian,” said Rosie, shaking her head.

 

“It doesn’t matter, Ian,” said Beau sadly, and hooked his hand around my arm. “At least we can’t smell all this shit.”

 

“Melius est non habere nasum interdum,” said Mary and kissed me. I looked down and saw the cord still leading from behind her into the house, but apparently it caused her no discomfort.

 

Then came a groan from the dark and a tall decomposing form loomed up at us. It was Royce, or what was left of him. His avatar was in shreds, not just his expensive clothes but his skin too which was hanging off him in a most unsightly way. We started to run, though at the speed he was moving he did not seem to be that much of a threat now. His eyes were glazed, his arms were stretched out before him and a furry, bloody limb protruded from his mouth. Behind him staggered other similarly tattered shapes, pale, vacant and apparently hungering for raw flesh.

 

The four of us ran blindly into the shadows. The landscape was heaving like a sea in an angry storm, cracking open and yielding up the dead. There was a mad chattering just a little way ahead, and I looked between the long shadows our bodies were throwing on the ground to see Jayden dancing and taunting us at the edge of a shaking rise. I reached down, grabbed him by the leg, held him upside down and shook him. He merely laughed in my face. Rosie came up behind me and pushed, urging me on. The zombies were slowly gaining. With my three companions at my side, running with Jayden still dangling from my arm, I lost my footing and tumbled into an abyss. I screamed out for Beau, Mary and Rosie and I heard them scream in return until their voices faded.

 

And then there was nothing but silence and absolute darkness.

 

Copyright © Irma Cerrutti 2015