A Resurgent Whore #21
Mirror Mirror On The Wall.
Welcome to chapter twenty-first of an ongoing gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix. Follow a woman’s desperate tale of humiliation starting in a pit of despair before her rebirth, revenge, and resurgence. This series began in a dark place because it must.
Previous Chapters, from First to Last:
Fallen Angel. Rude Awakening. Rest and Recuperation. Taking The First Step. From Rags To Riches. Revenge is a dish best served cold or warm. Did Erin cross a line? Are We Alone? Enter the Glass Cube. Leave or Die. Who Is My Friend? Going Underground. Death Ballet at the Ice Ring. A Swinging Dick. The Mansion House. A Time For Calm. The Virtue League. Resurgence Begins. Reunited. Apocalypse Now.
If it were possible to unsee what was on that screen, I wouldn’t have done it in a million years. Watching the Mayor being pegged by beautiful women made for compelling viewing.
What I couldn’t understand was why the Mayor denied himself the most basic pleasures of life, living his authentic self in secret while running a political campaign that completely contradicted his highly sexualized lifestyle.
I glanced at one of Hannah’s gun-toting girls while pointing at the screen.
“Is this the first time he’s been fucked like this?”
“I don’t know if he’s done this in private. Do you mean, is this the first time our Mayor got pegged by the girls here?”
“Yeah.”
“No. The Mayor loves having the girls fuck him in the ass, especially while his wife cuckolds him in the next room with a few well-hung bulls.”
“Then, why does he fuck around pretending to be on board with the Virtue League when the man is obviously, totally decadent?”
“Hannah says that’s the way of politics, and we shouldn’t care about the reasons why. We’re just taking payment and giving service, Erin.”
“I need to see him, preferably with Diana and Hannah, and not while he’s got a latex cock buried in his ass.”
“He’s downstairs in a dungeon. The Mayor’s filming is finished now, so they’re just having fun until his wife is through. It’s probably best you see him there.”
“Filming?”
“Yeah, Hannah is in the next room filming the Mayor’s wife getting gang-banged. Both movies will stream across Sin Street. Every pub, club, late-night peep show, and adult shop gets a blast of both performances by midnight.”
“They fucking won’t be sending that movie anywhere.
“You’d better go down there and explain to Hannah, Erin.”
Rex led the way, knowing that I was angry. When I burst into the room, Diana held up a hand, and the music stopped, as did the Mayor’s pegging. He was strapped to a fuck bench, drooling on the floor, while a girl gripped his waist, leaning in with her latex cock buried deep inside his back passage.
Three more stunning girls, each wearing a massive strap-on cock were lined up behind his current swain. It looked like they’d been taking turns to stretch our Mayor’s back passage wide open.
“Mayor, you need to listen to me.”
he looked drunk, with eyes rolling in his head while sporting an inane grin.
“Why has the fun stopped? Oh fuck… it’s you, Erin. Always a fucking buzzkill.”
“Don’t worry. You can have your toys back again as soon as you do what I ask.”
“What can I do for you, Erin?”
“You’ll call City Hall now and announce that you're standing down for re-election.”
“Why would I do that? I’m going to win this election by a mile.”
I glanced at Diana because the Mayor’s lack of understanding about his predicament flabbergasted me. She shrugged while I wagged a finger at him in utter disbelief. I stooped low, dragged his head up, and saw pupils dilated to the extent the lights were on, but nobody was home.
“Who got this cunt as high as a kite?”
“Hannah ordered it.”
“Okay, that’s just fucking great… you girls are going to clean him up and get the Mayor sober. Then, you’ll show him the movie you shot. Once he understands how fucked he is, I need the mayor to renounce his candidacy for re-election and throw his weight behind Diana.”
“Okay, Erin. We can do that.”
They looked reluctant to stop pegging the Mayor, and in another life, I might have let it go on, but the stakes were high, and Hannah’s plan to discredit him didn’t go far enough.
It was time for blackmail.
“Diana, let’s go and see Hannah next door.”
“I like this version of you, Erin. Strategic, ruthless, and sexy as fuck.”
“We’re going to need all the strategy we can get, Diana. War is imminent, and I don’t want to lose people.”
When I wandered into the next room, it was like a full-blown pornographic movie set. The Mayor’s wife was being double penetrated by two well-hung guys while a third fucked her face. Judging by the way she choked, writhed around, and squealed, drooling saliva all over the floor, I guessed she was having a great time.
I beckoned Hannah over, who smiled and waved, clapping her hands gleefully when she skipped over and hugged me.
“You look like a movie Director, sweetie.”
“I guess today, I am. What do you think about the Mayor?”
“I have a tweak to your plan, Hannah.”
“Go for it, Erin.”
“Your movies will be used to blackmail the Mayor into throwing his support behind Diana. Your productions now have an embargo. They don’t go out until I say so.”
“Okay. Shall I stop this gang bang?”
“Nope, let her enjoy the moment, but everyone goes home alive, and no reputations are destroyed unless the Mayor doesn’t play ball.”
“Anything else, Erin?”
“Yeah. I’m planning to expunge the cancer from Sin Street. I want you and Diana to organize the biggest party in history. You have four underground floors of the Jupiter Mall parking lot to play with.”
“That’ll cost a fortune. Booze, food, power, lights, music, stewards. There is so much fucking organization to this.”
“I have the money. Make it happen. Safety first, nobody dies, and I want the party to be called Consent.”
Diana chuckled and raised a hand. I was pleased she seemed to understand the importance of my plan and how everything was linked together. Keeping Sin Street innocents out of harm’s way while soldiers launched a full-scale war was essential.
“It’s a play on the words of my political party, Erin.”
“That’s right. These are your supporters, Diana… dancing, fucking, thrashing each other and partying like crazy. Meanwhile, above ground, in Sin Street, the cancer is removed.”
“What rules are there, Erin?”
“I just told you as much as I can. The rest is up to you. I don’t care what you guys do as long as it’s consensual and safe. No dead people or anyone coming out of Jupiter Mall until I say so.”
“We’ll get on it right away, Erin. It’ll take three days to arrange everything.”
“You’ll have that much time, after which Jupiter Mall enters lockdown until this is over.”
I left Rex to discuss logistics with Diana and Hannah because I needed to make a call. As I strolled around the corridors of my friend’s new domain, I wondered what was happening behind doors where moaning, screaming, and thudding like a mallet slamming into someone’s head sounded plain as day.
I flipped my phone up and speed-dialed Sissitrix.
“Hello, Erin.”
“We need to reconnoiter.”
“You want to visit Red October’s Upload universe?”
“Yes. We must. You can’t go in there alone.”
“I agree. It’s dangerous.”
“How do we get in?”
“Can’t do it from our bunker. There are too many prying eyes. We would create one hell of a fucking trauma if everyone knew what we are fighting.”
“What are we fighting Sissitrix?”
“It’s a mirror, Erin. We’re going through the looking glass.
“How do we get inside?”
“Meet me at the Mansion House. I’ll bring a couple of techs with Allen and Chloe’s pods. I know where Red October’s entry portal is. We can loop straight to that.”
“Is the Mansion House safe?”
“It’s rigged to blow, but I have the trigger. so we’re safe.”
“I’ll ask Rex to secure the location.”
“I need two hours to pack things up here, Erin, then I can meet you.”
“I’ll see you there.”
Rex was all business. He’d already secured contractors who were en route to Jupiter Mall. When we leaped into his truck together, my lover seemed in high spirits.
“I’m glad we’re heading towards a conclusion, Erin.”
“I can see that. How are you getting on?”
“Organizing a party at Jupiter Mall is an easy job with the resources you have. I’m unhappy with you and Sissitrix pulling back the curtain on Red October without me being there.”
“I have to know what the fuck is going on inside that simulation, Rex.”
“I know, but I’m just registering my objection to this reconnaissance.”
We arrived at my Mansion House long before Sissitrix. I had a good hunt around the place, rueing the need to flatten what could have become my paradise retreat. When my friend rolled up with tow trucks, I joined them outside to see if I could help.
‘You brought three pods?”
“Rex called and insisted he be on standby to join us in case anything goes wrong.”
“How will he know?”
“Once we’re inside, Rex can observe everything on a big screen. It’s a feature in Red October’s upload world whereby spectators can pay-per-view.”
“Will we be armed?”
“Not unless we find weapons already coded in-game.”
“Fucking hell. This is getting out of control, Sissitrix.”
“It’s your strategy, Erin. Do you want to back out?”
“No.”
It took another three hours until everything was set up. Eventually, sometime after midnight, three pods occupied the ballroom, each emitting a different light hue. Green, blue, and red luminescence contrived an eery soft light.
Technicians scurried around, checking, calibrating, and testing everything until their leader marched calmly up to Sissitrix nodding, indicating we could get started.
“You’ll see fewer people in the Upload, Erin. Sin Street’s mirror isn’t fully populated. There is an advantage to that. Everyone we come across is either a victim or a target.”
I undressed and slipped into Allen’s warm gel. I felt his fleshy tendrils stroke, poke, and probe. He couldn’t wait to connect himself to me.
“I don’t think your tendrils need to snake up inside my pussy and back passage for this mission, dear.”
“Please, Erin. I’ve missed you so.”
“Okay, Allen, but go easy on the love bombing. We’re on a mission, not a romantic date.”
I had to admit his fleshy tendrils felt incredible inside my fuck holes. The tiniest tremble deep inside my pussy and back passage elevated my senses, and I guessed that helped flood my body with hormones, alleviating stress.
When Sissitrix’s voice came through clearly inside my head, it felt odd. I wouldn’t pretend to understand how the technologies worked, but I suddenly felt like there were many of us in a room together.
“Rex, are you standing by?”
“I can see both of you, Sissitrix.”
“Okay, thank you. Erin, are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Follow Allen, Erin. I’ll bring up the rear.”
“What do you mean, follow Allen? How do I follow an artificial intelligence?”
There was a blinding light, and the pod lid popped up. I felt sick and wondered why the transport to Red October’s Upload had failed. Sissitrix crawled out of Chloe while I did the same from Allen, realizing almost immediately that I wasn’t inside the Mansion House.
A loud noise behind me startled me, and I spun around. A tall, perfectly built, and gorgeous man, wearing a white suit and black bow tie, stood smiling. He held out flowers, which I took out of politeness, even though I had no idea who he was.
I sniffed the flowers, enjoying their fresh, aromatic power before the bunch dissolved in my hand. I stared at the man who felt vaguely familiar.
I bowed my head, blinking, struggling to remember who he was. His shoes caught my eye because they were so inappropriate for our mission, just like the rest of his attire. He wore white leather oxfords with a beautifully stitched patent black toecap.
“Hello, Erin.”
“Jesus Christ, who are you?”
“I’m Allen.”
“Nah… fuck, you can’t be.”
“This is my Avatar. A man who was chosen after death became me, or perhaps I became him. I find it difficult to see clearly who I am and who he was.”
“Okay, this is too much for us to discuss right now. Let’s complete the task we came to do.”
“Follow me, please, Erin.”
“Where are we right now?”
“In the coal barge.”
“Oh, that’s fucking ironic.”
It was poetic justice that the entry point for the Upload universe was right where I’d watched Max’s life expire. When I crossed over the rusting gantry and stared into the inky waters below, I shuddered, remembering the lover that was once mine.
When we reached outside, I imagined a long walk to Underground, but suddenly, the air shimmered in front of me, and a 1938 Rolls Royce Wraith coalesced. Allen strode to the rear passenger door, ushering us inside the old classic car with a flourish of his free hand and generous, loving smile.
“Please stop, Allen. You’re making the surreal even more bizarre.”
“I want you to see the real me.”
“Sweetheart. The real you is a circuit board in a pod that currently has appendages burrowing deep inside my pussy and back passage.”
The car felt real, as did everything else, including my body. Any reality in which my body was suspended inside a pod gel, being fucked and controlling my actions, was completely abstract.
“Is this our reality for the time being, Sissitrix?”
“Yes, Erin. That’s what I believe. If we die here… it’s really over for us.”
“We die inside the pod as well?”
“Yes.”
The journey to Underground felt odd. The Upload universe was sparsely populated. A few blank-faced Non-Player Characters roamed aimlessly, filling spaces that were usually bustling. They were like clockwork men, women, and children, marching awkwardly.
I wound down the window a few inches, discovering that simulated Sin Street was as foul smelling, dirty, and grim as our real version but mostly devoid of life.
“Where are the vermin, dogs, cats, and foxes that usually roam wild on the streets?”
“They all cost time and money to program, then take up server space. Red October have concentrated their efforts on Underground Club, monetizing Diana’s creation.”
“What about Diana?”
“In this Universe, she’s already dead.”
“Fuck! She won’t be very happy about that.”
Walking into the Underground Club foyer felt safe and as though I had returned home. Music thumped much louder with heavier bass and to a faster beat than normal. Something was different, tumultuous, and frightening.
Allen stuck close to me, touching my hand as though wanting to hold it. I wasn’t repulsed, but my feelings for Rex overrode any possibility of a romance with a computer-generated man who was fucking me in a pod back in my real life.
“Be ready for a big change in what you expect to see, Erin.”
“What do you mean, Sissitrix?”
“Around this next corner, our beloved Underground Club has changed.”
It was a resounding smack in my face. Suddenly, my body shuddered, slammed by massive bass sound waves that reverberated in my organs. Underground’s interior had disappeared, and instead, a massive circular silo descended further into a dark chasm than I could see.
It had levels with crosswalks spanning each from side to side like the spokes of a wheel. I saw thousands of people on each level and at least twenty levels deep.
They were half-dressed or naked, dripping in sweat, dancing in a rave, seemingly for their lives. The music bass level felt painful, and I held my churning stomach with both hands. I looked to my left and saw a naked woman being held in a seated position by four bodybuilders. A line as long as I could see reached away from between her legs, where I saw a man fucking her with an unfeasibly large cock.
Sissitrix leaned in and caught my ear.
“Cock size is a matter of how wealthy you are.”
“Are they raping her?”
“I would imagine her treatment ceased being considered rape days ago, Erin. She has no idea what’s going on. Look on the floor.”
An immense pool of glistening white liquid pooled underneath her cunt, with more dribbling on each stroke of the big cock deep inside her.
“It’s semen. Fucking liters of it.”
“That girl will be fucked until she dies, Erin.”
“And then?”
“She’ll be taken to another place, and the necrophiliacs will continue defiling her.”
“She’s someone’s wife, daughter, perhaps a mother.”
“Look around, Erin, it’s happening everywhere.”
I looked past the crazed mob dancing, writhing like lunatics, and saw pockets of activity. Whips, strap-on cocks, and stocks, as Max described, were dotted here and there on various levels where women, men, and children were restrained, being defiled by groups of what must be paying customers.
I pointed at a tight, leather-uniformed, cap-wearing woman, one of many strolling the levels. She roamed the floor nearby, so I beckoned her over. She had a wooden box with a stainless steel chain hooked onto both sides wrapped around her neck.
“What are you selling?”
“Anal plugs, dildos, beads, and blades.”
“Blades? What the fuck for.”
“Yeah, the surgical standard for Red October re-enactment. We have victims for gutting, slicing, or stabbing after you fuck them.”
I examined the woman, who stared back blankly, seemingly oblivious to the total absence of morality around us.
“Why are you wearing a red cap while others have black?”
“I’m underage.”
“Are you alive?”
“I was.”
Sissitrix gripped my shoulder, turning me around. They looked annoyed, and Allen seemed terrified, standing beside them.
“Don’t try to make sense of this, Erin. We have to fucking take it down.”
“We came to reconnoitre, Sissitrix.”
“Do you want to leave it like this, then come back while more real people are murdered?”
“No… this Upload is a fucking abomination.”
“That’s why we’re here. Let’s forget about recce and roll up our sleeves. We must end this now, Erin.”
“Yes… I agree.”
I composed myself, staring around the pit of despair. Dancers crammed every inch of every level, including some who thrashed wildly before standing on the concrete walls separating their level from a bottomless chasm below.
Some were pushed off, and others fell because they danced out of control, but I also saw dozens every minute who climbed the wall, made the sign of a cross, and then dove off silently as though taking flight.
I saw a sign hanging above a massive door nearby and had to go and investigate.
Murder Room
Inside the dark cellar-like room, dampness pervaded, and the stench of blood filled my nostrils, prompting a gag response. I saw glass covering a wall with shadowy movements on the other side.
“Is that a glass panel?”
“Yes, Erin. On the other side is our Sin Street.”
“It’s the looking glass?”
“Yes”
“Are their people sitting in a viewing room? It looks like a cinema on the other side.”
“It is. Those people are paying customers in our reality watching a show in this one.”
Suddenly, the room lights came on, and a macabre altar covered in blood on one side was lit brightly. The images behind the glass dissolved into focus, and I saw mostly men, but some women, wearing all manner of clothes, sat in throne-like chairs.
“They’re wanking off on our side of the fucking looking glass.”
“It’s a show. If you look carefully, some of the audience are women with male prostitutes kneeling in front, providing tongue.”
“This is fucking awful, Sissitrix. Can’t we stop it?”
“We can’t do anything about the other side of the glass while we’re here.”
“But we can stop the killing here, right?”
“To an extent, yes, Erin, these are uploaded characters. The victim’s real body is in a pod, hidden somewhere in our Sin Street along with those cunts who are about to see her raped and murdered.”
“Victim? What victim?”
A small girl was dragged into the room by four men. She looked terrified and stared at me, begging for help. Her eyes told me she knew what was coming and that, in the end, they would slit her throat, allowing a vile audience to watch her life expire.
“What can we do to help her, Sissitrix?”
“We can’t take her with us, and as soon as we leave, they’ll take her again. We must destroy Red October.”
I turned and ran, horrified but determined to do something to save the child. My comrades followed, equally sickened, struggling to keep up until we reached the silo and its awful rave.
“Where are Red October, Allen?”
“One level up.”
“We need guns.”
I felt pins and needles in my hands and looked at them. The outline of pistols shimmered, then coalesced in my palms. I had two Glock 19s, fully loaded with spare magazines that I immediately tucked away.
When I looked at Sissitrix and Allen, I felt pleased they had the same.
“How many enemies do we expect, Allen?”
“Twelve. They are the disciples of an entity controlling the whole organization.”
“An entity?”
“It lives in the server close to Red October’s High Table.”
“We’ll kill that bastard as well.”
Sissitrix waved a hand in my face, wagging a finger from side to side, shaking their head.
“Erin, the moment that server goes down inside the Upload, it is destroyed on the other side.”
“What happens?”
“Imagine an entire world being destroyed in a cascade of collapsing pixels once the server life is ripped out.”
“Like dominoes falling?”
“Yes.”
“Does it happen instantaneously?”
“No, the cascade is like a ripple outwards from ground zero.”
“Where is ground zero?”
“The server room.”
“Can we outrun it and get home?”
“Maybe.”
A Resurgent Whore #22
Welcome to chapter twenty-second of an ongoing gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix. Follow a woman’s desperate tale of humiliation starting in a pit of despair before her rebirth, revenge, and resurgence. This series began in a dark place because it must.
Dive deeper into Sin Street on Sissitrix.com, where violence lurks in every alley and sex is a weapon. Brutal characters, tangled plots, and dark places in a corrupt neo-noir city that will drag you into its chaos. Written by Kate Granger, illustrated by Sissitrix.
Sin Street is becoming hell. Who will save the innocents from slaughter. Come see the action, witness the debasement in raw, outspoken art, and words.
Now, hopefully, the takedown. Then a cleanup.