A Resurgent Whore #10
Leave or Die.
Welcome to chapter ten 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.
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Are you comfortable, Erin?
I feel completely safe inside you, Allen.
Right now we are inside each other.
That fact was never lost on me. I feel a new strange sensation when considering you lately.
Can you explain further please, Erin?
Inside the pod was completely silent and I noticed Allen had done something with the acoustics. His voice permeated everywhere and with a tone that felt mildly haunting because it was very calm.
My relationship with Allen had diverged from a path that once fully aligned with how Max and I perceived our future together. It didn’t mean my boyfriend and I would part ways but there were two definitive relationship journeys distilling separately in my thoughts.
My sweetheart benefactor slept soundly when I returned home, fresh from a victory over my nemesis, and the pleasurable use of a tongue and pussy of my new young lover. In Max’s real-world absence, I slipped easily into the gel cocoon Allen provided, feeling their warm desire for me no sooner had several fleshy tentacles wrapped around my fatigued body.
I feel connected to you, Allen.
We are connected, Erin.
I mean in a spiritual and profound sense, much more than by you being a machine using appendages and chemicals to pleasure and care for me.
How so dear?
My mother gave birth to me having carried my otherwise unprotected fetus for nine months. You similarly preserved me when I was weakened by the violence of others, feeding, nurturing and finally releasing me to the world when I could cope again.
Are you suggesting I am in some sense a surrogate parent, Erin?
Maybe… I don’t really know how to explain this, Allen. My vulnerability to you is a weakness I’d prefer not to have.
I would not harm you.
I believe that. Tell me, Allen, has your machine-learning algorithm been affected by our relationship?
Yes.
And have you shared that divergent pathway to the norm daily when the hive mind of all pods is shared among you?
I waited for an answer that I thought might never come. Allen was behaving the closest to being intractable that a machine could. My tension increased and I felt mildly claustrophobic for the first time inside my pod.
No, Erin, I have not shared our experiences nor how they impacted me with anyone, including the hive mind.
Okay, thank you for being honest.
I drifted into a deep sleep, feeling Allen’s fleshy tentacles invade, then swell inside my pussy and back passage. It was my favored move whenever I fell asleep inside my pod, where they would provide cock-like phalluses to lie still inside my body, pressing and mildly vibrating comfortably against soft tissue walls and nerve clusters while I slept.
I heard a suggestion repeated throughout my sleep cycle.
You should not disagree with me, Erin. I know how to keep you safe.
I slept incredibly peacefully until a morning wake-up call where Allen gently massaged my breasts, tweaking both nipples while withdrawing both cocks from my holes, leaving me feeling a deep loss of no longer being filled or loved.
Why didn’t you fuck me this morning, Allen?
Max is waiting patiently outside to bathe with you. I felt it would be wrong for me to enjoy what is rightfully his.
Thank you, Allen.
You’re welcome, Erin.
Max beamed broadly when the pod release catch allowed my lid to pop up. He helped me stand and step out, passing a towel to wipe off any excess gel.
“That stuff is fucking expensive.”
“Don’t let Sissitrix hear you refer to their gel as stuff, Max. They spend a great deal of time and effort developing these technologies.”
As I stepped into our enormous sunken Roman bath, I saw Max had installed a prototype fuck machine next to the toilet. I smiled inwardly, enjoying the vision of my boyfriend sliding his cock inside Sissitrix’s convenience invention for some handy relief.
Max seemed super attentive and keen to touch, hold and kiss me and I wondered why.
“Did you fuck Bliss last night?”
“Yes, of course. I explained why I would do it, Max.”
“Was she a good lover?”
“She was very compliant. Too much so actually, and I’m not fooled by any of that excessive submission she used on me.”
“Is she up to no good? A deceiver, perhaps?”
“I don’t know. The most recent press release endangers her safety with The Enforcer and Franky The Rat. It’s like she’s desperate to offend them both. Bliss plays fast and loose, like many journalists but I’m not yet certain she’s a problem.”
“But she might be?”
“Yes.”
But so might you be darling.
“Do you trust me, Erin?”
“Of course sweetheart.”
Of course not sweetheart.
I beckoned Max from my side of the luxuriously warm bath that was almost small swimming pool size. He crawled over using both hands, gliding through the water like a fish, sliding in between me and the rear wall. The room was steam-filled and scented lavender. The glass walls surrounding us were very thick, keeping noises at bay. I relaxed, pressing my ass and pussy onto Max’s cock, grinding, while he kneaded my breasts.
My boyfriend lifted me easily using powerful biceps, gripping both sides of my waist with gentle hands. When my pussy slid down onto his stiff cock, I fleetingly felt a surge of real love. I turned my head and gazed into Max’s eyes and saw adoration writ large on a face with a paradoxical coldness in his eyes.
He smiled warmly, sliding me easily up and down his cock. My pussy stretched and I felt glad Allen hadn’t fucked me already. I crawled around to face Max, while still impaled on my lover's cock, taking over the job of riding.
I kissed Max deeply and with what felt like a real, burning love. The flickering electric excitement of his tongue and a vibrant trembling of his touch against my skin incinerated an ire that had grown beyond an annoying itch because of his recent weaknesses.
I decided to shelve for later what I’d seen in Max’s eyes and give my lover a second chance to impress.
Max forced both hips up, meeting each descent of my tight pussy down his thick, gnarly shaft. I stared into his eyes, looking for signs of mistrust or deceit, but saw none.
When my orgasm came it felt like the lover I’d known many years ago. An innocent, beautiful man that was now replaced by a thriving billionaire, somewhat focused on making money and vastly less familiar to me.
I’m greedy as well.
I shuddered, grinding my clitoris into his shaven pubis, enjoying stretching out my climax while Max’s cock was milked dry of baby-making seed deep inside my cunt.
“Are we good, Erin?”
“Mostly sweetheart.”
“Would you elaborate?”
“I’m concealing some truths from you Max because we are not fully aligned. You rescued me from hell, promised to support my resurgence, and now when some things become sickening, you turn away.”
“I haven’t suffered as you did. Violence comes less easily to me.”
“You mean my raw brutality?”
“Yes.”
I cupped his chin in my hand, raising his head. Max’s cock was still impaled deep inside my pussy, softening, as were his eyes.
“You have benefitted financially though?”
“Enormously, Erin. The joint venture with Sissitrix is your doing as is the acquisition of some property I never expected to have.”
“No complaints about my role as CEO then?”
“None whatsoever.”
“I don’t mind you not having the stomach for my style of revenge, Max but you mustn’t cross me. Lead, follow, or get out of the way, sweetheart.”
“I’ll follow. you, Erin”
I noticed fire burning in his eyes, a sign that all was not lost between us. I wouldn’t mention to Max the deep concern I felt for Allen who I knew was evolving beyond the standard parameters set by Sissitrix in the pod artificial intelligence algorithm.
Allen’s repeated message to me through a night’s sleep was a problem I must tackle alone.
Max’s disposition was calm and he stroked my back while I squeezed what remained of his erection inside me. I placed both palms on his chest, impressed his pulse recovered so soon after he fucked me.
“Where is Steve Pincer, Erin?”
“Safely stored in a small box.”
“You won’t tell me where?”
“If I did reveal the location, Max, that would compromise your safety. He fucked Franky The Rat’s girl.”
“Is he still alive?”
“For now, yes.”
“When the time comes, can I kill him please?”
“We’ll see sweetheart. Pincer still has some value to me.”
I was shocked for a moment but revealed nothing in my body language, becoming more effective every day in deploying a strengthening mental tenacity. My contradictory nature had become useful as a means to change direction quickly and with little regret about consequences.
I saw a small blinking light through our glass cocoon and pointed to it.
“I believe our doorbell is ringing sweetheart.”
“It’s just fresh croissants I had brought in. We’re meeting Rex at his favored pleasure dome this afternoon and have some time so I hoped we might relax together.”
“Oh good, and where is that meeting, Max?”
“Sin Street. A new, underground BDSM emporium, under temporary management.”
“Diana’s new place?”
“Yes. I’m helping finance refurbishment.”
You definitely won’t own Diana.
“What time is our meeting?”
“2 pm.”
“Good. We have plenty of time then.”
“Rex will probably sleep nights at the club because he must have a dominatrix for those moments when he feels control is being lost. My friend can unleash a monster at times.”
“Can’t we all, Max?”
I stroked my boyfriend’s cheek and strolled past him into the bedroom, standing in front of panorama windows naked and defiant to the rain that lashed Max’s home from the outdoors.
“I’ll have a triple espresso with my breakfast croissant please, Max.”
Max enjoyed helping me so I wasn't taking advantage and neither did I want to. When I picked up the Sin Street daily news from our bed and sat down to read it, a smile grew from one ear to the other.
Chester’s arm was front and center, floating around in a fish tank. It was my handiwork and I was certain The Enforcer would be furious, at least after he was tested and cleared of medical issues having consumed my stub-man’s DNA at a Chinese restaurant.
I picked up my cell phone and speed-dialed Hannah.
“Yes, Erin?”
“Today at 2:15. My meeting is nearby but I’ll divert. Can you be ready?”
“At last. I’ve been ready for fucking days.”
“I told you after Chester. Steve first and the other cards will follow.”
“I’m ready.”
“We’ll meet at his office.”
“Thank you for everything, Erin.”
“Thank you too, Hannah.”
Max took longer than me to ready himself, being excessively vain but cute at the same time. When we slipped into a limousine with an armed driver, and security SUVs in front and behind, I felt safe and pleased to be advancing to a new phase.
“I spoke with Diana, Max.”
“Oh… why?”
“She’s on board with my plan to discover who Red October is. This club will provide her the cover needed to infiltrate the community, picking up clues here and there.”
“Do you think Red October is a fetishist?”
“Perhaps. The brutality of their actions suggests an underlying psychological motive of some description. Perhaps they use therapy of one sort or another to calm the raging maelstrom inside.”
“Where have you gotten these insights from, Erin?”
“When someone eviscerates their victims, is there a need for any more detailed insight than that? My recent actions have prompted your questioning of my behavior and sanity, no?”
“Well, yes, I guess they have.”
We arrived at a building near the docklands. A small triangular pink neon light outside signed Underground pointed downwards, into a basement area.
We strolled into a small foyer where armed security guards kept watch. They seemed bright and alert. One guy, probably the group leader nodded at Max and I knew then he’d been very closely involved in setting the place up.
“Is Diana here?”
“No Sir. She left an hour ago. Said something about making a house call.”
“What about Rex?”
“He’s in therapy right now.”
“Therapy?”
“Miss Diana says anything to do with customers being serviced is off-limits to us unless someone hits the panic button.”
“How long will he be in therapy?”
“Two, maybe two and a half hours.”
Max stared at me completely mystified because he’d arranged a specific time for us to meet and it seemed to him that Rex had somewhat bizarrely set that instruction aside. Little did my boyfriend know that I had arranged Rex’s session, having other ideas on my mind.
“If we have some free time, could you take me someplace, Max?”
“Of course. It seems we have plenty of time now.”
I handed him a scrap of paper and watched the color drain from his face. He stuttered, looked around the foyer to make sure we weren’t observed, then whispered to me.
“Are you fucking joking?”
“No joke. Lead, follow, or get out of the way, Max.”
“I’ll follow you. I promised and I shall.”
“I’ll need you to stay outside with all of your security team. No entering the building unless I call for it.”
“Okay, Erin. Whatever you say.”
When I stepped out of Max’s car, the compound was deserted, just as Hannah promised. I strolled through the rusting steel bar and mesh wire gates. When I glanced back at Max, grinning inanely, his mouth was agape.
I should be dead by now if Hannah failed.
I walked into the building that had no protection against my incursion and saw twisted corpses littering every room, each one a man targeted by Hannah’s girls into having sex for the past week.
Today, minutes before I arrived, every throat was slit simultaneously.
I stood in a pool of blood, enjoying the sight of trafficked women standing jubilantly over their tormentors, everyone covered in blood that wasn’t theirs.
Sin City’s people enslavers were dead. Well… all but one and he was all mine.
When four girls walked out of his office, I strolled inside and sat down in front of his desk, much like I had done with Chester. The man sitting across from me didn’t panic but I saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
“Hi, Franky.”
“Hello, Erin. I know what you did.”
“What did I do, sweetheart?”
“My men are dead. It’s too quiet out there. You own the street whores, right?”
“They’re called working girls now, and yeah, they see eye to eye with me.”
“I could kill you right now, Erin. I’m armed but I doubt you are.”
“I have a better idea, Franky.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ll buy you out. Name a reasonable price, I’ll pay and you can fuck off.”
He placed both feet on the desk and leaned back, eyeing me cautiously. There were few plays he could make and of those, killing me would be most unwise considering the number of enemies he had inside the building, never mind Max and the hired guns outside.
“Do you know anything about Steve Pincer’s whereabouts, Erin?”
“I have him.”
“I want twenty million and Pincer, preferably alive. Make it fifty million if he’s dead.”
“He raped me, Franky, just like he did to your girl. That makes him mine but you get the opportunity to run like Chester did because neither of you fucked me.”
“And yet, you want to be rid of me from Sin Street. Why?”
“I’m cleaning up. Well… mostly. The exploitation of people as slaves is over Franky. You should fuck off with enough money banked to have your cock permanently sucked before I change my mind.”
“I want Pincer. Keep the money, just give him to me.”
I saw raw hatred in Franky’s eyes and knew Steve Pincer was a red line for him. There was no way I would let my Ace of Clubs fall into an enemy's hands but equally, handing him over was an easy solution for my overall problem.
“Do you think I’m good for a promise, Franky?”
“I guess so. You could easily have butchered me as you probably did my men.”
“If you bring me the men on my list, I’ll let you kill Pincer. You can’t have him but his end will be yours to bring about.”
He sneered as though it were a bitter pill to swallow and I could see a conflict between vile demons rage through his face.
“Is he suffering a great deal?”
“Oh yes. He’s covered in piss and living in a glass cell with no comforts. I’d say he’s very unhappy with his lot.”
Steve Pincer’s apparent discomfort calmed Franky but tiny ripples in an otherwise calm face suggested I wasn’t over the finish line yet.
“I want to see him, Erin.”
“That’s difficult to arrange. Only I know where he is.”
“And if I get you these other men, what then?”
“You’ll have amnesty from me while you hunt each man down, so long as you don’t move against me. Once my face cards are delivered, you’ll come with me to a house of horror, kill Pincer and leave.”
“And the money?”
“That you just turned down? Do you mean that money?”
“If you won’t let me have the bastard, I want the money.”
“It’s a deal.”
I reached into my bag, withdrew an envelope, and tossed it on his desk. Franky removed a sheet of paper, straightening it on the table, reading aloud the six names on it.
Husband.
Steve Pincer.Alfie Cross.
Zack Kargan.
Luke Boffrin.
Mike Silvester.
“The first two are crossed off.”
“Yeah… dealt with. One dead, the other as good as.”
“You killed your husband?”
“I ground him to dust.”
He read the list again, making a mental audit, recalling what he knew about each man. Franky shook his head and I saw a stoic resignation to his fate in the face of a man far more cruel than me.
“You hold a grudge in a way that deeply impresses me, Erin.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment although I don’t sell people like you do.”
“You’ll do well in Sin Street as an overlord. I wouldn’t get too comfortable though because me and Chester… Pincer too, are all small fry compared with some of the monsters roaming this fucked up City.”
“Can you get these people to me alive, Franky? Yes or no?”
“Give me a week.”
“Done.”
He reached a hand out to shake mine but I shook my head, shocked he would try.
“There’s no fucking way I’m shaking the hand of a people trafficker. That’s definitely a mother-fuckin’ red line for me, Franky.”
I strolled out of his office and into a river of blood that Hannah's working girls were sluicing away using a garden hose. When I stopped and observed their handiwork, time stood still and my heart became touched by what felt like a moment of great art being made.
Body parts hung like twisted dolls, dangling out of wheel-around laundry trucks. Blood spatter was everywhere like someone had gone mad with a thousand gallons of bright red paint.
Rasping tear marks from using household saws on skin, flesh, and bones where joints were hacked to reduce physical mass, made it easier for bodies to be thrown around, swept up, carried, and disposed of.
The smell of death already haunted a room where blank faces, cold eyes, and sawn-off limbs were being collected by girls that had suffered, often watching their children defiled at the hands of the newly departed.
“Where will all of these body parts go, Hannah?”
“Into the canal where murder victims that nobody cares about usually end up.”
I watched the cleanup with my friend standing beside me. Seeing human beings reduced to a butcher’s shop window was fascinating although disgusting. I had issues and wondered if I ought to forego ever giving birth since there was little compassion I could call on when it mattered most.
“I’d feed them to the pigs, if it were me, Hannah.”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
“Thank you for the support.”
“Anything for you, Erin.”
I walked away, got a few yards, then turned again, almost slipping on an eyeball. I kicked it away, smiled at Hannah, and swept my hand broadly across the room.
“Look around you sweetheart and see how quickly you became the destroyer of lives. Reflect on that as I do.”
Her expression turned grim and my warning was unwelcome but I gave it in the hope Handjob Hannah wouldn’t fall into my abyss.
There isn’t enough room in Sin Street for two absolute cunts.
My job was done for now and it was time to renew Steve’s clock. Another bucket of piss was ready for me to collect, this time it was harvested from the house of ill-repute run by Hannah, and donated by her working girls.
When I sat in his car, all Max could do was stare at me in awe. When he kissed me with reverence, I knew I’d ascended to some place of ultimate respect in his mind but I had no idea if that would hold or if it did, for how long.
“I want to make love to you, Erin.”
“We can do that, Max.”
“Shall I cancel meeting Rex until tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
“I’ll need a blindfold for you and one of the vehicles that I can drive without security.”
“Where are we going?”
“To see Steve Pincer. Now it’s safe, you can fuck me when we get there.”
Awesome Kate and Sissitrix, just awesome. Dark and sexy. I can’t wait for the next chapter.
"Lead, follow, or get out of the way...."
For me, Max can't me given a hollow-point to the base of the skull fast enough, since he's an insufferable pain-in-the-ass moralist in an amoral world. Plus, he's being cuckolded by a goddamn AI machine, who his girlfriend actually loves more--with her "deep spiritual connection" to Allen (the jive about "actual love" notwithstanding). Plus, he's a mega-cuck because he's fucking what sounds like a high-tech urinal for "temporary relief!" As Stan on "South Park" would say in a bizarre moment: "Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here!" But--that's just me. Max may have some fans out there--he seems like one of those sensitive, modern, New Age castrati of Gen-Z who are into "sustainability", wear suits made from "post-consumer products" cut very slim with narrow shoulders, etc....
Anyway, Episode 10. Excellent outing yet again, as you both take us further along on this Dantean journey into the Boschian hellscape that is Sin Street. First, Allen is a lying, deceitful bucket of bolts with its own agenda--Erin's being scammed by that thing--it's love-bombing her (as I said back in my Review of Ep. 8 (I think), where I got a parallel vibe with what I know about demonic possession. Same M.O. is applied by cults to new members to cement their allegiance, gain their trust, and guarantee their loyalty and obedience--brainwashing tactics. Those three things are a hive mind--by definition they're one communal consciousness, operating together, coordinating strategy, getting pieces into position on the chessboard. Sex and intimacy are Erin's weak spots--she was handed over to Allen's ministrations after her rape, then fast-forward, and the machine subjected her to this bizarre S&M orgy of pleasure & pain in which she was driven to some mind-shattering height of ecstasy--that's when Allen took over, and it's still there. The "original" Erin--the Harvard MBA that fell for the dirtbag Brian and fell into the hellish world of Sin Street no longer exists--I submit that she's been destroyed. A claim I've made in this space before.
And a further note on Max. Max is in the tech business. He handed Erin over to Sissitrix (the character), who immediately delivered her to Allen's comforting clutches. You'll recall that I always questioned Max from the start--he was conveniently in the ER by her side, after haven't been in touch with her for years. then all of a sudden has this connection to an advanced tech inventor with this shady AI machines which are too good to be true, which Erin wants to distribute globally in franchised "Fuck Factories." Being the Dark Lord of the Sith that I am--the Force tells me that even though Max is a cuck, a dumbass, and perhaps he patronizes Diana the Domme as a satisfied client (hey, his money, and as long as he's getting what he needs)--perhaps Erin is being set up this time. Far worse than when she was gang-raped, abandoned, and left for dead. Hell, the way this is going, that may have been an opening gambit (could account for Max's convenient proximity to her post-attack).
I liked the continuation of the whole vengeful prostitute side-plot thing going on--with Handjob Hannah serving as Erin's mental hospital outpatient lieutenant on that end of things. And Franky the Rat being contracted to flush out Erin's other targets (Franky deserves to die in some horrifying way himself, for the record). I need to get up to speed on the whole Red October business--that's one of the supplemental Sin Street sidebar items I haven't gotten to yet--so that I can contextualize all that. Bliss as of right now appears to be of ancillary importance from a macro perspective. To be sure, Erin uses her as a mouthpiece (no pun intended) and for information/disinformation purposes. As she points out in this Episode, she's not fooled by her playing the lesbian sub to Erin's domme. I said last week that Bliss is ambition-driven, and she'll play the role of lesbian lover for Erin, even submit to her--whatever she wants--to serve her own mercenary ends.
That's all I've got this time out. Another great piece of the puzzle--the endgame still not visible. I eagerly await the arrival of Diana and Rex onstage. I think they'll be two very dynamic characters who will serve some role as catalysts to trigger something climactic...