Wrath James White presents Poisoning Eros I & II Read Online Free

this. It’s not
worth it . She was sure Stuart was a child. Even if he was of
legal consenting age, this was wrong. It was disturbing and
nauseating and probably illegal. She glanced up at Vlad and
believed it very unlikely he was going to let her leave without
doing what she’d been paid to do. But too much of that new payment
had already been promised to her dealers even before she’d touched
the money. She couldn’t afford to quit now.
    Gloria pulled her dress over her head, her massive
breasts slipping from a bra sized somewhere in the middle of the
alphabet. Vlad smiled, wiped the back of his hand across his bottom
lip and set up the video camera.
    The bed leapt off the ground nearly a foot and
skirted three feet closer to Gloria, sliding across the splintered
and warped hardwood floor like a Ouija board planchette. She felt
her legs wobble as she stared into young Stuart’s eyes, which had
rolled up into his head, revealing only the whites. Those white
orbs followed her movements; it was clear that he could still see
her.
    She crossed her arms over her bare chest, nipples
tickling her skin, her body trembling in cold and fear and
excitement. This was new territory; there was no mistaking that.
Even if this was some kind of trick, it sure as hell was
convincing. Gloria has never been particularly religious—she’d
given up on God years ago when it was clear he’d given up on her
first—but this was just too …
    Vlad cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. He
obviously wanted to give Gloria some time, but she guessed he
didn’t mean forever.
    It was time to earn her money. The drugs had kicked
in and were earning their worth. Gloria slipped out of her
underwear and moved onto the bed. Never mind, she thought. Tricks.
All tricks. Fuck this already, I need my money.
    Gloria crawled up the boy’s hairless torso, kissing
his flesh along the way. Her saliva boiled wherever it landed on
his skin and her tongue began to blister. She moved back down his
body. Her face was inches from his cock when it began to elongate,
ripping the skin as it swelled to a length nearly that of the
donkey she’d fucked little more than a week ago.
    Sallow fat and strawberry-red muscle fiber oozed
through the tears in his skin as his cock swelled, now thicker than
a wrist and as long as a child’s arm. Blood and semen ran down the
sides like lava from an erupting volcano.
    Gloria slid her tongue over the head, and the cum
was thick and chunky, like curdled milk. The boy howled and his
skin began to tear everywhere, his body leaking blood onto the
mattress.
    Gloria jumped up. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this!
What the hell is wrong with this kid? Does he have some kind of
disease or something?”
    “I told you. He’s possessed. Now climb up on his
cock and fuck the devil out of him!” Bill Vlad laughed, and licked
his razor sharp teeth until his tongue bled.
    Gloria turned back to look at the boy’s enormous
suppurating cock, and then at his body, which was now crosshatched
with slashes and welts from his forehead to his groin.
    “Jesus,” she muttered, climbing back onto the bed,
visions of dollar signs dancing in her head. Disease or no disease,
she had to fuck this kid. She straddled his engorged muscle and
slowly lowered herself onto it. It burned into the center of her
body as it slid deeper and deeper, skewering her. The boy began to
convulse, thrusting up into her so hard she could hear bones
snapping in his back and pelvis, could feel her own organs shift.
Blood trickled from her own mouth as the boy’s cock thrust deeper
and deeper. She tried to climb off but was trapped, impaled on the
massive organ.
    The boy’s breath reminded her of the time a
methamphetamine lab had exploded in her old apartment and the
entire place had burned down, with half the tenants still trapped
inside. The smell was death, smoke, burned flesh. It was disease
and decay, like cancer patients rotting from the inside out. He
coughed a