A Resurgent Whore #6
Revenge is a dish best served cold or warm.
Welcome to chapter six of a new gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix. Chapters published weekly on Friday’s.
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.
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“How the fuck did you get up here bitch?”
“Nobody can hear you.”
I sat on a visitors swivel chair, exuding the confidence of a cat with its paw trapping a mouse’s head.
He glanced at the office door, then at me, sizing up any perceived threat. His size, weight, and physicality easily overwhelmed mine, so he relaxed, confident of his supremacy.
He knew I looked weaker and I did too.
He flung his pencil onto the desk, shooting me a nasty grin before resting back in a rickety office chair on the opposite side, crossing both hands behind his head.
He spoke with a vicious, throaty snarl. It was the same one practiced for hours that he frequently used to terrify the working girls.
“I’m here to talk.”
“Oh, fuck off, Erin… what do you want?”
“I’ll try negotiation before enforcement.”
“You have no currency or leverage here. Leave now or I’ll sell you back to the same game you enjoyed so much last time. Would you like that?”
I bit my bottom lip, using pain to mask a surging arousal as I considered my plan for the vile idiot.
“Do you want to hear my terms?”
“Go on. I’ve got ten minutes for a laugh, but if you piss me off, I’ll slap you around and fuck every hole you’ve got like your boyfriend’s did.”
“You’ll leave Sin Street and never return.”
“Says the whore?”
He spat the words with an expression deriding me far worse than I’d expected. I loved it, whimpering almost imperceptibly, getting off on his anger while mine was contained for later.
I stood and leaned against his wooden desk, pressing my swollen, trembling pussy lips into its solid corner through a black pencil skirt and a scant thong.
He watched me getting off right in front of him with incredulity and hopeful opportunity writ large on his ugly face.
My vile grin surprised him, but not as annoyingly as the bird finger I flicked before closing my eyes, moaning when a shameful pussy engorged around a tight, pointed corner of wood that was almost slipping inside me.
I indulged in a frequent pleasant dream, where I marinated lasciviously while lying naked in a bath of my enemy’s blood, drinking a glass filled with dark emotions that crept through my veins like black fiery tendrils of hatred.
I shuddered through a bout of delicious, evil rapture almost climaxing in front of him while laughing, even louder when anxious confusion danced brightly in his otherwise angry expression.
“All power in this room is mine, now.”
“What do you want?”
He wants me and thinks there is a chance we might fuck.
“I don’t want your limp cock inside me that’s for sure.”
His anger piqued again and he leaned forward, slamming both fists on his battered desk. He shot me a series of obscene, taunting faces, utterly convinced of his impregnability.
My pussy trembled with pre-orgasmic delight when powerful, sexual hormones swept through me. I was enjoying myself too much.
I shouldn’t be so aroused by this.
I shook my head, clearing an inexplicable, dark hedonistic cloud fogging my thoughts.
“Chester do you know why I’m a whore?”
“Yeah, because you’re a fucking hooker, Erin.”
“Hmm, you’re as incompetent as you are deviant.”
“Okay, I’ll humor you. Tell me why are you a whore Erin?”
“You’re right about me being a hooker, but that was by necessity. You, Brian and a bunch of other cunts made me a whore and none of you have paid for that yet.”
“Are you here to collect payment?”
“Something like that, Chester.”
“I can’t believe you came here Erin. No fucking protection and just you alone. I’ll grant you, the beauty and figure have returned, but unless you want to work for me again, fuck off now or this will turn nasty.”
Chester straightened himself up from behind a worn old desk, pointing at his door as though it were my final chance to escape.
I shook my head while staring straight at him. He went unusually quiet and wasn’t entirely sure of himself. Chester’s ego was rocked by my inexplicable appearance in his office on the sixth floor of a building where he felt safe.
And he desperately wanted to fuck me too.
“Why don’t you strip naked, Chester. We’ll see about fucking once I inspect the goods.”
“I can still take you, whether clothed or naked, Erin. I actually don’t need permission.”
“Let’s see who takes whom. Let the games begin.”
He stripped off slowly and, for an older man, I had to admit Chester wasn’t in bad shape. His expression gave away excitement and fear in almost equal measure. A desire to fuck me overcame any trepidation and soon, the man who cost me so much was stripped bare for my enjoyment.
“That’s a useful cock.”
“I get no complaints.”
“Yeah, because the girls are terrified of you.”
“Just decide, are we fucking, or am I dropping you out of the window?”
I stepped closer, enjoying his nakedness for reasons I couldn’t fathom.
“Would you like to work for me, Chester?”
It was a final straw for him. When he rushed forwards, towering at least a foot taller than me, Chester’s eyes blazed furiously and his confidence grew, fueled by hubris.
I saw violence welling in him like a volcano awakening while the darkness inside me welcomed it like a moth to a flame.
“If you won’t give it, I shall take the cunt so many others enjoyed and fuck it.”
When his arms grasped wildly for my throat, I sidestepped, plunging an unprotected needle deep into Chester’s jugular vein, squirting its contents into his circulatory system to almost immediate effect.
He caught my evil smile while sinking into his dark oblivion and I watched delightedly when unadulterated terror and his realization of my victory danced raw in my former pimps’ drowning eyes.
“It’s propofol you cunt. When you wake up, your legs and arms will be gone.”
Chester tried to scream, but a wretched, gargling sound like a choking victim was his last gasp, for now at least. Somewhere in his final expression and just before the darkness took my antagonist, I imagined sorrow and a plea for mercy flickered like a waning candle in his eyes.
If it did, I didn’t care anyway and snuffed it out.
He slumped to my feet like a ton of bricks, and I kicked Chester’s ribs with the pointed toe of an expensive pair of heels.
I think one cracked, maybe two.
I clicked the button on my walkie talkie and waited for static to clear.
“It’s all clear up here.”
I set the unit down on Chester’s desk, straightening my hair and clothes. Max and our support team would arrive in ten minutes.
As I ambled around Chester’s unconscious naked body, a feeling of enraged elation surged through me and I wanted to stamp my sharp heels all over his swarthy face. I stooped low until my face was inches away from his.
“I fucking won you cunt. You’re the first card in the pack to get ripped in half, but you’ll not be the last.”
I hitched up my skirt and squatted inches above Chester’s face, slipping a skimpy thong to one side while leering down like a lunatic at the unconscious beast. I’d held on to a bladder full of revenge pee for hours just using anger to constrain it.
Releasing a golden shower on the man that facilitated my debasement felt like twenty grand in therapy saved.
I aimed carefully, squirting liberally in a heavy, relaxing flow, ensuring his hair, cheeks, eyes, chin, and mouth were covered by my acrid, warm dark yellow piss.
When every dribble of my resurgence was decanted onto Chester’s face, I used tissues to wipe clean a swollen and surprisingly aroused pussy.
I glared down at my sleeping masterpiece, turning my head sideways to remember the moment from every possible perspective.
“That’s what being covered in piss feels like you bastard.”
He must suffer as I had and the ignominy of being naked and covered in my urine was part of that process for both of us. I had much worse in store for Chester than he could ever have dreamed up for me.
Max and our team arrived on cue. They would transport my Ace of Spades to a holding location in the basement of my boyfriend’s hotel where Hannah lived and Sissitrix waited.
“Bump his head on the way down the stairs. I couldn’t give a fuck what condition Chester’s in when we next meet, so long as he survives to answer my questions.”
“Are you sure about this Erin? Your plan is pretty fucking gross.”
I waited until Chester’s naked body was on the way out courtesy of three security guards carrying him. When we were alone, I stepped close to Max, eyeballing him long enough so he knew that I wasn’t taking prisoners.
“Have you got the stomach for this?”
“Harvesting bodies using Sissitrix’s pods is one thing but this feels unnecessarily violent.”
“I’m making a statement, Max. Chester is first, and his punishment must terrorize others.”
“I guess so.”
“One day Chester will thank me.”
“You’re fucking joking right, Erin?”
His tone mildly irritated me, so I pulled Max’s head down by a tie I’d bought while clothes shopping a few days earlier. Our kiss melted my ire and felt more purposeful than any other to date.
“Mark my words, Max.”
“Why can’t you tell me details?”
“It’s difficult, and my plan is still nebulous. Can you trust me, Max?”
“Of course.”
My lips felt sticky from excessive balm, but he didn’t care. His tongue flickered energetically inside my mouth like a live cable thrashing in water.
“I’m not the only one getting off on this Maximilian.”
“Why did you come here and take him alone? You might have been killed.”
“I have to struggle in this fight, Max. There must be a chance I could lose and die. Danger is the only thing that might keep me grounded.”
“We can buy an army if you need one.”
“I won’t sign off on someone’s death… I’ll fucking kill them myself.”
“Jesus Erin, you’re getting scary.”
“I won’t outsource my vengeance, Max.”
“I get that but for fuck’s sake, don’t lose yourself to the same demons possessing these bastards either.”
I lifted my skirt, stepping over the piss stained wooden floorboards, smiling innocently when Max glanced at the puddle and splatters of dampness before eyeing me suspiciously.
“Fuck me Max.”
“Here?”
“Yeah. Right now.”
I hitched my skirt fully up before leaping onto Chester’s desk and spreading my knees wide apart.
Max’s eyes popped out of his head when I moved a thin sliver of fabric gusset aside, revealing swollen pussy lips begging to be fucked.
His zip was down in seconds, and a single all clear glance at the door was all it took for my boyfriend’s cock to spread drenched, wanton lips apart and slide deep inside my cunt.
“Fuck me hard like you’re injecting some decency back inside me.”
“I’ll make you do the right thing, Erin.”
“That’s it Max, fuck the demons out and cleanse me with your seed.”
He was on top form, filling me with a stiff cock that rode my creamy pussy hole beautifully. His balls slapped off the wooden ledge of Chester’s desk, sounding like a salutary drum roll marking my victory.
Max gripped my ass cheeks tightly, sparing no discomfort to optimize the angle of his cock pounding in and out of my cunt.
My pussy creamed like a dairy milking parlor, while powerful muscles squeezed hard on the cock railing me.
When Max shot his semen inside my pussy, I screamed, staring up at the ceiling, releasing my anger like a demon guarding Satan’s lair under attack.
While Max’s cock was still lodged deep inside me and he panted like a gazelle under pursuit, my phone rang.
“Hi.”
“I’m your surgeon.”
“I can see that. This is a video call, doctor.”
“Max said you wanted this procedure to be recorded and for you to watch it live.”
“Yes.”
He chuckled like a crazed serial killer, which he was. My victim was in the background, half awake, completely terrified. My surgeon wagged a finger at Chester, cackling while glancing from him to my camera.
“Erin, Can I just hear you tell me yourself what I must do? It helps my process to link you, me and the patient.”
“There is a pod nearby. It’s black. Do you see it?”
“Yes, I can see it.”
“I want you to cut off Chester’s arms and legs without any anesthesia, then hand over what’s left to my friend Sissitrix who will keep it alive. My people will vacuum seal the limbs for a later purpose.”
“Amputation is difficult with no anesthesia.”
“Try that first but if you must put him under, do it.”
“Are you saying the patient must live?”
“That is imperative. Chester will live a very long life, hopefully suffering enormously.”
“It’s not my business but why are you dealing with this man in such a way?”
“I was bound and drugged when his friends fucked me. I couldn’t move to protect myself.”
“Ah, I see. Once he has no limbs, this pod can fuck him and he can’t stop them.”
“Exactly like his clients did to me.”
Chester slammed his head up, almost bursting every vein there and in his neck to let loose a blood-curdling scream while testing his restraints with impressive gusto. My surgeon looked delighted, somewhat frightening me.
“Oh, look Erin… he’s awake now. Should we begin?”
“Yes please. I’d love to watch.”
I offered a view of my phone screen to Max, but he politely declined, withdrawing the cock I’d enjoyed immensely, reaching for box of tissues to clean us both.
The surgeon went to work while Chester screamed, begging for mercy into the camera while I waved nonchalantly back, grinning insanely, viewed by him on a screen at his bedside.
“Look at your fucking face, Chester. You’ve probably shit yourself already. It’s great being tortured, right?”
“Please Erin, for the love of god. Argh! Argh! Argh!.”
“Don’t worry Chester, no matter how much blood spurts free, we’ll replace it. The doctor has plugged you into an endless supply.”
Doctor Igor Medvedev was in a class of his own when it came to torture and cruelty. I brought him in from one of the ‘Stan’ nations where he’d been working on rogue Russian agents, extracting coerced fake confessions.”
“Look at that fucking blood, Chester. I’m so pleased we had our little chat earlier when you rejected my offer.”
The blood splatter pattern and perceived violence when Igor deliberately severed an artery was macabre and disgusting.
I was beyond excited.
I watched Igor use a scalpel to cut all around the arm, deep into Chester’s skin, muscle, fat and tissue until he reached bone.
When Chester’s arm was mostly butchered and dangling freely, Igor paused and studied his patient with a look suggesting he was impressed.
A nurse assisting passed my surgeon a wicked-looking bone saw that glinted menacingly under powerful surgery lights. Chester saw the serrated steel blade and another bout of terror danced in his expression, delighting me.
When Igor first ground through Chester’s humerus, I felt sick. It sounded like hundred’s of birch tree saplings thrashing through a wood-chipper.
Now that’s an idea.
I watched Chester’s arm perfectly severed from a tiny stump in the shoulder socket. A final smooth cut through bone looked odd when the sounds of amputation had been so sickening.
When a panicked and horrified Chester stared at his disconnected arm, then at the doctor, and finally at me, praying to find an ally, I felt we became kindred spirits.
“You and I now understand desperation and cruelty in a way most others can’t Chester.”
“Please, please, please… I’ll do anything, Erin.”
“I bet you wish that deal to fuck off was still on the table?”
“Please Erin.”
“That arm will be fed to some very special fish sometime soon Chester.”
“Argh! Argh! Argh!”
“Shhh now. Chester, listen to me. I need your banking password. I’ll get your account details from the bookkeeper downstairs who is now in my employ.”
“Fuck off Erin.”
“Give me the password or your cock comes off next you fucking slimy wanker.”
He sobbed, choked and screamed, glancing at a bloodied stump in fear and loathing. A process of assessing the rest of his life whirred through Chesters’ mind in a blink of an eye.
“Transcontinental456!”
“Is it the same for all accounts?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. The cock stays, but your other arm and both legs are mine.”
The nurse attending placed her palm gently over Chester’s mouth, muffling screams that would otherwise destroy the ambiance of my revenge.
Igor waved at the camera using Chester’s liberated arm while smiling at the patient and me like the lunatic serial killer he was.
“I’m gonna have to put him under now, Erin. The patient's heart rate is too high for me to cauterize this wound never mind continue on to the other side.”
“Okay doc. You finish up and send over the video later.”
I disconnected our call and saw shame on Max’s face. My ass felt wet so I dropped back down to the floor leaving a smear of his semen where I’d sat.
There was damage that could be repaired later. Right now, Sin Street people needed to fear, love, hate or hide from me. Max couldn’t understand me because he’d never been made to suffer as Chester and I had. I held his hand comfortingly, locking eyes, reading only a blankness that I’d created.
“Is Hannah on her way, honey?”
“Yes.”
“I need the toilet, Max. Give me two minutes.”
“Should I pass the bookkeeper Chester’s password? She’s being watched by our guards.”
“Yes, please.”
“Where do you want the money sent?”
“To an account of your choosing. From there everything goes to Chester’s wife and kids as a cash lump sum, monthly stipend or in trust. Can you have someone do that, please?”
“You don’t want any of the money?”
“I’m not motivated by cash honey.”
Max looked relieved, but I knew as he did that powerful demons had run amok through my soul.
I used Chester’s private toilet that was more luxuriously furnished than his office. Once cleaned up, I opened the toilet reservoir, retrieving a vacuum sealed package of cash.
They always do it. So predictable.
When I rejoined Max, Hannah had arrived and was staring suspiciously at my piss stain on the floor.
“Hello Hannah.”
“Erin, what am I doing here?”
“Taking over Chester’s empire, like I said you would.”
“I can’t work out of here. It’s not safe and stinks of piss.”
“You and the girls have one hour to gut this place of documents, computer’s, hard drives and anything else useful that’s stashed here. My security will cover you, and a van will arrive soon.”
“Where are we setting up?”
“At Max’s hotel for now.”
I handed her the package of money, weighing it carefully between both hands.
“That’s at least half a million bucks of Chester’s fuck you cash.”
“What’s it for?”
“Initial payroll and setup costs like we discussed. You have twenty-four hours to consolidate a power base. Speak to my security chief and he’ll buy you more guns to keep the girl’s safe. There is to be no more exploitation, are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
“I’m a ghost, responsible for Chester’s demise but not your ascendency into his stead.”
“Why keep your involvement a secret?”
“I don’t want to invite an attack on the girls. You’ll feed me the information I need and run a tight ship.”
“Yes, I shall.”
I made to leave, then turned back.
“One final point.”
“Yes, Erin?”
“I don’t mind that you’re bat-shit crazy but there is to be no settling of scores unless I approve each case.”
“Understood.”
Hannah looked impressed, if a little scared. As I descended the stairs, it was obvious to anyone sneaking onto the landing that something awful had happened to Chester because fear and awe was written on every girl's face.
They out came sheepishly at first, some emerging from rooms that were their prison in between being fucked by one punter or another. Some were too young and made available by Chester for too many deviants exploring the disdain of Sin Street.
Max followed me downstairs like my loyal partner in crime, supportive but not lost in the moment as I was.
A ripple of light applause began, becoming louder as we descended. By the time we reached Max’s security convoy, a rapturous cheer ascended above a sad building of Ill repute.
I turned back to gaze upon my victory while Max held open a car door for me.
“Will the girls fit in your hotel, Max?”
“Yeah, some might have to double up. What’s to become of this building?”
“Chester owes the girls he used. Can we absorb his real estate into a trust and make it a home for tired and retired hookers?”
“I approve of that Erin.”
“Some good will come of all this Max.”
“I believe you but please be careful darling.”
“I’d like to meet with Sissitrix now please.”
Next Chapter:
A Resurgent Whore #7
Welcome to chapter seven of an ongoing gritty noir series from ‘Sin Street’ created in partnership between Kate Granger and Sissitrix. Chapters published weekly on Friday’s. 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.
I love this sixth episode. Too many scenes that my passionate mind wants to draw, but my reasoned hands try to reason away.
OK! This is THE BOMB!!! Erin is my girl--straight up! This is how it's done--giving it back 10,000% then, as an appetizer--pissing on the guy's face! Then, having a no-holds-barred fuck on his desk with her boyfriend/Igor! (I'm calling Max "Igor" because Erin's the brains and body and the power in this whole operation--he's along for the ride, and needed for the occasional "ride" in the stress-relief sense. Now for my take on Episode 6. I've been out of position for a bit, now I'm back high-octane, so here it goes. The best thus far--I love the grindhouse sex and violence here--this is real uncensored Tarantino territory right here. Kate--some of your GREATEST WRITING! Some standouts for me:
1) "I indulged in a frequent pleasant dream, where I marinated lasciviously while lying naked in a bath of my enemy's blood, drinking a glass filled with dark emotions that crept through my veins like black fiery tendrils of hatred."
OH YEAH! Visceral, sexualized, vampiric, down-at-the-roots, sadism here--probably how Countess Elizabeth Bathory felt on a regular day!
2) "He caught my evil smile while sinking into his dark oblivion and I watched delightedly when unadulterated terror and his realization of my victory danced raw in my former pimp's drowning eyes."
This right after tricking the bastard into stripping, getting him with the needle--serves the bastard right! Brava for keeping the moment cliche free--you know, like "Take that, you bastard!" kind of stuff--that'd be hokey Disney "Star Wars" crap there--you're way better than that, and this is way better than the losers at any mainstream studio could come up with--they lack the balls to!
Then there are some gems from the banter between Erin and Max:
"Danger is the only thing that might keep me grounded."
My reply: Why be grounded--be a human firestorm and burn them all to a cinder--rebuild the whole fucking world out of your own indestructible alloy according to your own will, no matter the cost!
"Fuck me hard like you're injecting some decency back inside me."
My reply: Decency is overrated at the very least. Also not a lot of fun in the noir world--I say be as libertine and over-the-top as you can!
"I won't outsource my vengeance..."--just thought this was a nice motto.
And as for the dismemberment scene--all of that speaks for itself! Classic, if not standard-setting, grindhouse cinema stuff if this were a flick, and this whole Sin Street thing has Tarantino all over it--of course without primitive, puritanical, prudery such as film ratings, political correctness and such.
Now, Sissitrix. Artistic vision is spot on as always. Love the visual of Erin doing the washdown of Chester--poetic justice. It was a symbolic gesture next to her ordeal, but he got his eventually! Liked her gear too--the garter belt, stockings, heels--the whole slick, sexy powerful woman thing--which she most definitely is--always linked into the erotic writing whenever you've got something like this--any office sex scenario (I think) where you've got a powerful woman (what I like to write about, since I think the standard has been too much in the other direction, or not balancing the scales enough)--the fashion is very important--the convergence of her femininity, sexuality, and power--combining into what I consider an unstoppable force that amps up the fantasy a thousandfold--why I love elegance so much in narrative fiction, even in film (I love classic noir for this reason--the women had seduction down pat--Ava Gardner in her star-making role in "The Killers" is the exemplar--Burt Lancaster literally follows her around with his mouth hanging open like a puppy dog, silently, mesmerized by Gardner in that iconic black dress--they just DON'T have that anymore). But your artwork fits the narrative 100%--both your narrative Kate, and your artwork, Sissitrix, are perfect complements.
Sin Street is a terrific venture--I can't say it enough. You've got the ultimate, 21st century, kickass neo-noir heroine here, operating in an atypical, amoral universe which merges the rawest depictions of savage violence, erotica (encompassing rough, sensual, and ambiguous), and grotesque horror, in the true spirit of each genre.
Now I'm on to Part 7!