Trolley No. 1852 (10 page)

The trolley stopped.

I ducked to re-conceal myself behind the
seat just as my horribly masked sister turned. Two sets of
footsteps on metal told me that she and the motorman had
debarked…

Now was my chance, risky as it may have
been, to make a closer examination of the two poles covered with
the inexplicable masses, but I knew I must be very careful and very
quick.

A peek over the side showed me Selina and
her grim attendant walking down a queer lane formed between two of
the monstrous pyramids of flesh. On hands and knees, then, I
traversed the entirety of the rear car’s aisle, hopped across the
coupling, and continued as such to the trolley’s forward area, and
slid into the footwell of a seat nearest the debarkation steps.
Small oval holes had been cut out at the bottom of the vehicle’s
sideboards (likely for drainage during rain) so with my cheek to
the floor I again looked out. There was no sign of my sister or the
motorman…

Next, my hands and knees took me to the
simple mounts into which the bizarre dowels had been erected.

What in the name of…

This close I was easily able to discern the
strange substance which composed the “wizened masses” that the
poles were designed to carry. Easy to discern, quite, but easy to
cogitate?

By no means.

These masses that could be
likened to bunches of shriveled grapes were actually multiple
hundreds of unrolled prophylactic sheaths. Each had been fixed to
dozens of outward pointing metal rods spouting from the dowel; and
onto each more than several of the barrier sheaths had been fixed
via tiny clips. Each dangled limply, weighted at its end by the
portion of human sperm that had been jettisoned into it.
Rows and rows of soiled condoms, two veritable
TREES of them,
came my outrageous yet
clearly incontestable observation. It was to these outlandish
“trees” that the club’s harlots had been clipping the spent,
vulcanised barriers all along; and no doubt for a considerable
time—many days, I would reckon, or more than likely many
weeks…

I ducked back, to hide myself again several
seats rearward, not knowing what to do or what even to think.
Moments later, the footsteps re-boarded, and a peek around the side
showed my masked sister lifting one of the dowels from its mount,
and the grub-handed motorman lifting the other. Again, then, they
debarked, carrying with them the sperm-laden dowels…

When I peered through the
current drainage port, I gasped; for now, standing before the
trolley were a dozen hideous, naked
creatures
beyond the stuff of
nightmare. Their hands and openly displayed penises existed
identically to that which I’d seen of the motorman during his
service to Miss Aheb. However, unlike said motorman, these wore
nothing, and had no parchment masks—which was surely the worst
part, for their faces… Their faces…

The pallid things sported
faces that were but drooping cones of the alien flesh; each cone
tapering to single scarlet-tipped tentacle. I shuddered where I
lay. The things (
thoggs,
I could only presume, the same devilish,
outerworldly species as the motorman) stood bereft of eyes,
nostrils, ears, and mouths. What is more, though they stood upright
on two mucilaginous legs, there seemed no evidence of any joints
where elbows, knees, and ankles should be. Boneless, in other
words, utterly lacking in ossification. Their penises dangled
obscenely at the joists of their legs. And, save for their bellies
and genital regions which were an exclusive pasty-white, the rest
of their skin shimmered in identical hue to that of Miss Aheb and
Selina: that awful white covered by greenish swirls and
splotches…

Two of the horrendous
beasts took the poles and disappeared with them, while the others
appeared to be in some sort of non-verbal concert with Selina,
though how this could be, I could scarcely ideate.
What are they doing?
my
thoughts ground like old hinges, for upon sensing some instruction
from the most paramount thogg, my sister’s head drooped as if
disheartened.

Then she began to disrobe.

I could only presume that these naked
monstrosities served as common laborers (proles) to tend to various
duties that the mammoth Pyramidiles required—such as the
aforementioned: the collection and redeposition of human
reproductive discharge. Evidently, however, their toil was on
occasion rewarded; as it was clear that my poor sister had been
ordered to sexually avail herself to these ghastly things, as some
mode of recreational release…

Once stripped naked and
unmasked, my sister turned, posing her beautifully formed yet
hideously discolored body for the sensorial pleasure of these
things. It was as though even without eyes, they could
somehow
see
her
physique’s enticing attributes, the positive reaction of which was
more than apparent. The thoggs’ penises, tapered like waxen
carrots, erected with promptitude; while the overall image remained
somehow more revolting by their absence of scrotums and sequent
testicles.

Selina lowered herself to the strange
polychromatic soil and parted her legs…

The first of the nauseating things
diminished no time in mounting her and burying its inhuman pudenda
into her sex. The pallid rump rapidly cycled up and down (all quite
perfunctorily) until its climax was achieved and the thing was
slaked. Then the next one mounted her, and the next, and the next
after that. As each of the creatures neared the point of orgasmic
crisis, the suckerless tentacle dangling from its face turned a
deeper scarlet, as if to denote excitement. Then more came, and
more…

Though Selina had not been
physically forced to submit to the abhorrent beasts, this sufficed
for rape
en masse
nonetheless. I cried as morbidity forced me to watch further.
My first impulse, of course, had been to take the thoggs by
surprise and give fight, but this I knew was useless as it was
futile. Surely I’d be overpowered and killed with relative
simplicity and, hence, never be able to rescue Selina from this
wretched supernatural plight. What dejected me all the more was the
angle at which Selina had arranged herself for the monstrous
submission: her parted thighs and splayed buttocks directed
precisely toward the port from which I observed, which only
afforded me a depressingly accurate view of the actual coitus. I
was forced to watch as each unearthly phallus divided my sister’s
sexual folium and slid all of its tumescent length into her. It was
from these monstrous loins that their seed was thereby transferred
into the loins of my poor sister; and it was quite an abundant
transfer, indeed, for upon satisfaction the current creature
withdrew to make way for the next, but not before a
flood
of their sexual
fluids issued out like so much effluence, leaving a great and
widening tarn of the stuff between Selina’s pried-wide legs. It was
that strange
anti-
light, I knew, that lent blade-sharp clarity and
preternatural magnification to this bitter effusion; for even as my
distance from the scene exceeded twenty feet, I saw details as
though they were just inches away, which served to only heighten my
disconsolation; and even more regrettably, this visual enhancement
detailed to me the very
inhumanness
of the thoggs’ discharge. I could only surmise
that even in the thoggs’ lack of visible testes, they were
obviously possessed of
ample
seminal vesicles and prostates of the stoutest
kind, and as for the semen itself?

It was like no man’s semen at all, but
thicker, more opaque, akin to semi-curdled buttermilk but laced
with threads of resolute black, like squid ink.

My outrage began to roil
from within: these abyssal things were utilising the cavity of my
poor sister’s womanhood as a
receptacle
of brute lust, and there
was nothing I could do about it. I was left with no recourse but to
cringe and silently sob.

It was the ninth or tenth
thogg who forewent intercourse and opted instead to audaciously
straddle Selina about her belly. Into her mammarian valley its
waxen penis was lain; whereupon it
cocooned
said penis by pressing both
breasts inward, forming a seat for false-coital purchase. The
splotched buttocks, then, rocked back and forth, drawing the dread
phallus in and out of the compressed vale, and when the
sought-after moment arrived—

Selina groaned.

—my sister grimly inclined
her head in time to allow repeated spurts of the monster’s seed to
be jettisoned into her opened mouth via the thogg’s aboriginal
replication of the sin of Onan: masturbation. The alarming
voluminousness of its seminal product did, upon completion of the
unnatural act, in all truth fill my sister’s oral cavity right up
to the brim of her lips. Even without a face the thogg glared down
as if in some scolding expectancy, and that is when my most
unfortunate sibling swallowed the entire mouthful. The sight had a
nearly emetic effect on my own stomach, knowing that all that evil
sperm had been swallowed into hers; yet I wished I could swoon or
even die when I next watched
two
more
thoggs fill Selina’s mouth similarly,
producing, if anything,
more
ejaculant than the previous
contributor.

All of it was swallowed.

A final creature finished the foray by
copulating with and spending itself into Selina’s bowel.

My GOD,
my thoughts quaked when it was over.

Some sensibilities returned when I knew that
this heinous victimisation was (for now, at least) at a terminus.
But one point had eloped from my mind whilst witnessing the
gruesome proceeding:

The motorman,
I realised.

He had not joined in the
festivities with his diabolic brethren, unless he’d somehow gotten
shed of the mask and regulation uniform without my seeing.
Perhaps he went unseen to tend to some
encumbrance or other for the Pyramidiles,
I considered,
Or
perhaps
—

From where I crouched in hiding, I felt a
tap upon my shoulder; and in horrific slowness, I turned my head
and looked up…

The motorman loomed above
me, still clothed but unmasked now, and somehow glowering, however
facelessly. The tentacle sprouting from the drooping
splotch-fleshed cone where its face
should’ve
been, jiggled hideously,
the tip reddened as if dipped in blood.

God save me,
I prayed for the first time in my
life.

The motorman shot its boneless hands
downward, latched onto my shoulders, and dragged me up; and as if I
weighed no more than a grasp of straw, I was flung over the
vestibule to land with a shuddering thud upon the dead, lackluster
soil of this deranged place. At once I was surrounded by the troop
of naked, flaccid-penised thoggs.

Selina raised herself to elbows, the pain of
this surprise plain on her face. “Oh, Morgan, you shouldn’t have
done this. Coming to the club was bad enough but now? Stowing away
on the trolley? You’ve no idea what peril you’ve put yourself
in…”

Winded, I staggered to my
feet. “I’ve been searching for you for years, Selina,” I nearly
wept. “And now that I’ve found you, I know I must do everything in
my power to rescue you from this, this
evil.
”

“There can be no rescuing, Morgan—it’s
impossible. Miss Aheb will never let me go, and these thoggs are
undefeatable. This is my plight now, and it will never change
unless Miss Aheb grows weary of me.”

“Weary? Selina, I don’t understand.”

“When it started out, I
was just one of the working girls at the club. Free food and
shelter, in
this
economy? We were starving on the street, Morgan. The club
provided us with an arrangement none of us could refuse,” she
explained. “But Miss Aheb soon took a
personal
fancy to me, and I would no
longer service the johns, only her, plus other duties… like
this.
”

What an atrocious
subjugation,
I thought but even as a
hundred questions occurred to me, I was prevented from giving voice
to a single one, for the most brutish of the naked thoggs shoved me
roughly and pointed with a jointless finger down to where my sister
lay.

“The thoggs are ultimately vicious,” Selina
told me with a tear in her eye, “and ultimately perverse.”

The thing shoved me again but for a reason
that alluded me.

“It wants you… to fuck me, Morgan,” came my
sister’s groaning voice. “They want to watch.”

I stood aghast. “I could never in a million
y—”

“Morgan, sick as it is,
you
must.
”

“But that’s incest!” I outraged. “The most
irredeemable of nature’s aberrations!”

She sobbed openly now. “If
you don’t… they’ll kill you. But you can be guaranteed that it will
be a very slow death. The thoggs are bred for torture, Morgan.
They
exist
to
inflict pain, and they’re very good at it.”

I turned to the most salient of them. “Then
so be it! You’ll not coerce me to defile my sister, you
pestiferous, para-dimensional degenerate! Go ahead and kill
me!”

Two of the things grabbed my arms, but it
was not toward me that the commandant embarked. It was toward
Selina.