Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II by Monica J. O'Rourke Page B

assaulted her, tearing up her insides, fucking her for hours at
a time until her body broke and bled. Then tossing her back into
the cage to wait for her to heal so that he could break her again.
Once it had begun, it seemed to go on forever. She could no longer
distinguish the monster’s first thrust into her torn and lacerated
vagina from the last.
    She knew that she was no longer flesh, yet still she
bruised and bled, organs ruptured, and bones snapped and burst
through the surface of her skin. The spirit was not at all what
Gloria had expected it to be. It was not some ghostly wisp of
ectoplasmic energy. It had substance and weight. Lighter than her
flesh had been but still not the ghost she had imagined she would
be. Her soul remained in the shape of her body and seemed to have
all the vulnerabilities of flesh. She felt fatigue, nausea,
anguish. Everything seemed to bring pain. Matter and energy cannot
be created or destroyed but merely changed from one form to
another. This soul could not die.
    After every assault, her spirit body gradually
resolved itself back into its original shape. Sometimes it took
hours or even days but eventually, regardless of the severity of
the injury, her body would reshape itself. Open wounds and
shattered bone knitted back together. Severed appendages reattached
or were regrown. Everything healed except the mind, which forever
screamed in anguish.
    Gloria’s astral body seemed to feel pain so much
more intensely than her flesh ever had. This she hadn’t expected.
No nerves, no skin, no muscle, yet still pain. All her senses in
fact seemed to be heightened in this place. The smell of burning
souls scalded her nostrils. The screams and prayers and curses were
almost deafening. The taste of demon sweat and semen made her
retch. And her own agony and fatigue was like nothing she’d ever
experienced on earth.
    It was as if her flesh had formed a protective
cushion around her, dulling her perceptions and now, without it,
she was exposed and vulnerable, a raw naked nerve screaming out
beneath the assault of myriad sensations. The sensation of that
yard long cock drilling up inside her, piercing and tearing deep
into her soul. The sensation of the monster’s acidic breath and
saliva steaming in her face, sizzling on her skin as it slathered
her face and body in thick pus-like saliva, tasting her terror.
Gloria had been screaming for what seemed like years. The thing
never seemed to stop fucking her, and no matter how many cocks
she’d taken in life, not one of them had ever burrowed deep enough
inside of her to touch her immortal spirit. No matter how much
she’d thought she’d loved Ryan, he hadn’t touched her soul. Her
spirit had been a virgin when she’d come spinning into hell. It had
been pure and untouched when the demon had split it wide with its
enormous cock. Now it was completely tainted. Its light, soiled and
muddied, tacky with the monster’s semen.
    There were souls burning in the lake of fire that
still believed they had a chance for forgiveness, that they might
one day enter heaven. Gloria had no such delusions. She looked at
herself in the mirror through a dripping mask of black demon seed
and knew that no God would ever take her now. She was a slut
straight through to her eternal soul.
    The demon was waking again. She could tell because
his cock was stiffening even before his eyes fluttered open. Its
urethra yawned wide like the mouth of a sleeping baby. Gloria began
to whimper at the very sight of it. The pain was about to start
again.
    “No. Oh God, please don’t hurt me again.”
    The soul did not acquire a tolerance for suffering
the way the flesh could. Physical pain was something the spirit had
never been meant to experience. Once liberated from the body, the
spirit was supposed to ascend to paradise where all pain would
forever be forgotten. The agonies of hell had not been incorporated
into its design.
    This fragility was the very thing that made