Thread: The Songs Are No More (Chantho/Misanthropic)

Damien did as Ezra requested, though he added the love holes to the people, crafting false vaginas and penises as he worked. He removed facial features but on several of the corpses he had to expose the heart for special fetishes that would be required. They worked and made the artistic improvements for over two hours, leaving only a few minutes for the live victims. This really mattered very little as the people who were invited liked to do their own ministrations to the live ones. The male was injected with a powerful viagra-like stimulator that would keep him hard no matter how much blood he lost or what pain he went through. The women were injected with an aphrodisiac that would keep their vaginas moist and ready for the fucking. Right after he injected the drugs Damien ejected the small canister and popped in his final case of zydrate. It was time for the blissful drug-addled oblivion that allowed him to get through all this work. Well, it's about to start, Ezra. I guess I'll wake up somewhere at home. He placed the injector to his neck and pressed, letting out a minor sigh of relief as the drug rushed into his system. Luckily the parties were far enough apart that he had yet to reach an addiction to the drug that so many people had found. The work he did was just too horrendous for him to work with normally. The three live people were woken up and their gurneys wheeled into the center of the huge room. It was decorated with lavish ornamentation and had two large spiral staircases leading up to what could be thought of as the VIP room that overlooked the grand ballroom. It was almost the size of half a football field, with the various corpses placed at different intervals and angles in the room. There were places for food and several servants were running about. People with make up came out and primped up the corpses and added different types of lubricants to both corpse genitalia and the live people. Different sexual devices were arranged at strategic locations from the simple dildo to odd things that looked more akin to power tools than anything that would stimulate a sexual need. Damien vaguely heard the guests milling outside as he walked over to the first live woman and tapped her stomach. He made an incision on her stomach, a very bland love hole, and took up arrow-shaft shaped clamps to cut off arteries and veins that he snipped. The woman awoke and began what should have been a howl of pain. The surgery to the vocal chords came to light then she sung a beautiful melody. He cut again and the song grew even more delightful as he worked, his mind fogged enough that he just heard the song and didn't think of it. The throats were set in such a way that the more agony inflicted on the person the greater their cries would turn to singing. From low pop music sounds to the greatest opera singers known to the world. Of course, the last breath would sound the sweetest, Damien had done excellent work. He just didn't want to think of that now. The woman was left with a few love holes in her, enough for people to poke and prod and even place drinks in should they want. Her whimpers of pain were transmuted into light blasts of musical prowess as Damien began work on the male. The viagra had worked and he was sporting a huge erection, it even lasted as the first cut was placed on his side. More clamps, more screaming. Damien left two marks on him and went to the final girl, slicing places on her breasts for people to violate thanks to their size. It would be quite popular. It was time for the people to enter. Men and women of all shapes and sizes, but generally just one income bracket, came through the doors. Many crowded around what appeared to be the favorite corpse or went to check out the live ones. No one touched yet, that would be a terrible idea. Instead, they milled about and shared food and swapped stories about submissives or the latest kink described on the blog of the woman who ran this. It was said she had been funding leper porn in some far off country with all sorts of disturbing action sequences. Then the woman of the hour entered. In her earlier life she was known as Lucretzia Giovanni, one of the Giovannis who had a connection with the Largos. Her great grandmother had slept with Rotti Largo when he was a young child, her mother when he was closer to her age, and Lucretzia had done it just because it was a habit. But, where the Largos worked with organs and doctors the Giovanni managed business and the repomen. Well, they had when dear Amber decided to expand the organization. Of course, good Lucretzia didn't work much with that business, her drive was sex. Sex was power and she was nothing if not ruthless. That is why she had shed her given name when she came to power. There was no Lucretzia Giovanni anymore, there was just Gigaslutsix9er. She had tan skin from her Italian heritage and wore her black hair up in a bun. Her dress was a black rubber mockery of Victorian style and showed off her back. Her back had various scars and staples in it to hold the skin together, a surreptitious L shape to one of the scars. No other flaws touched her body and her face was completely beautiful in the way a predatory animal was. Her eyes were a green that bordered on toxic while her lips pursed with a special black lipstick for the engagement. Her bracelets trailed off into slender silver chains that wrapped around the necks and arms of slaves who followed her, two of them holding what looked like a grand trophy filled with feces behind them. Her nails were lacquered with black and brass hook paintings on them. She looked every bit the impressive royal with all the sadism of Elizabeth Bathory coursing through her. Ladies and Gentlemen, Whores and Sluts all! Welcome to the Valentine's Day Special of Gigaslutsix9er! She yelled, her hands held up for emphasis. She allowed the crowd to clap and whistle before she silenced them, I have invited only the most debauched and degenerate of those who follow me. Those of you who impress me with you dedication to true depravity! Remember, my flock, sex is everything, and I am sex! There were more cheers as the rest of the Giovanni motley arrived. Her oldest brother was followed by a pack of genetically and surgically altered men and women who looked like the old trope of furry. He had a lust for anthropomorphic animals and paid his sex partners vast amounts of money to be transformed into their shapes. Of course, he was also extremely jealous and if any of them dared like anyone better than himself, well, his sister had ways. He was Niccolo Giovanni, and he had ceded his title of the family to his eldest sister instead of ceding his balls. He got a good stipend and got to exercise his fetishes, so he was pleased. The third eldest of the current Giovanni generation, Catarina Giovanni, was dressed like a cyber-punk princess. Her hair oscillated between colors that were patently unnatural and her eyes were modular pieces designed specifically for her. Today they were spinning images of sapphire hue. Her clothing consisted of wires glued to the skin that barely covered her body, leaving more flesh exposed than anything. She had a small battery pack that sent electrical charges through the wires so she could get her fix. Her boots were made of panda fur and her gloves were each made from the skin of their dear departed father who she had fucked to death so the kids could ascend the throne. Thus she had gotten dibs on his remains. The youngest Giovanni was rather bland compared to them all. He had black hair and olive skin and his eyes were a bit tamer than his sisters. He wore a general business suit and black gloves so he wouldn't have to touch anyone here. He was Antonio Giovanni and he was rather disdainful of all this. Personally he liked to fuck his corpses in private and not share with anyone. Still, he needed to show up. Damien had settled to the back as soon as Gigaslutsix9er showed up. He said nothing as she spoke and a servant placed wires on the living party favors, Now, let the night begin! WE SHALL SHOW THE WORLD THE TRUE MEANING OF KINK! With that a switch was thrown and the three people were electrocuted mildly, their songs reaching the crowd who oohed and aahed with delight. The party began.