Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 1 (Lilah's Song)

The angel said, "Lilah, wake up. It's time."

But Lilah wasn't asleep. She hadn't really slept for days, not since the angel appeared and told her what was going to happen. Even before that, she never really slept that much, not since she became a monster. She never knew when another, bigger, meaner monster would come into her cave wanting to hurt her. When she was a brand-new monster, more than once she woke up screaming when a monster shoved his big thing into her, tearing at the tender tissues of her monster cunt or her monster ass. She hated that, and she hated the way it made her cry. Monsters love it when you cry, it makes them want to hurt you even more. So from age 8 Lilah learned to sleep lightly, always alert for the heavy tread of a monster on the stairs. Was she still 8? Did monsters even have birthdays? Lilah didn't know.

But what Lilah knew now, is what she had to do. The angel had told her. She saw the angel now, well, not exactly saw it. Maybe a flash of gossamer wing in the corner of her eye, but Lilah knew the angel was with her now. Its glow illuminated the dank cellar that was Lilah's cave. Lilah rolled over on the mildewed canvas cot that - except for the slop bucket in the corner - was her only furniture, and got up on elbows and knees. She reached back with one hand while at the same time she relaxed her sphincter. It was easy for her now to dilate it, enough that she could push inside herself with three fingers and her thumb. The little girl had much larger things push through that muscle ring on a regular basis. She found the socket she had swiped from the toolbox easily and gripped it, pushing with her butt to help squeeze it out. It was a little slimy. She put it in her mouth quickly, tongueing clean the little square hole. Then, rolling over to a sitting position, she fit it into the little valve in the pipe that ran up the damp cinderblock wall.

"Shh," she cautioned the angel in her quietest whisper. "I know how to do it." Noiselessly, padding on her bare feet across the packed dirt floor, Lilah walked the four steps to the opposite corner where the rusting bucket she used for her toilet sat. Ignoring the reek she carefully, silently unhooked the wire handle. Using all the strength in her skinny arms, she crimped it in the middle and then straightened the doubled length.

She carefully threaded the wire through the hole at the end of the socket extender. Now she had leverage. Again using all her strength, the naked little girl tried to turn it. Her biceps swelled in her emaciated arms and she tried until her arms shook and her fingers cramped. It didn't move. "Go on," the angel whispered in her ear, "Try again." Again she strained, with no result. Tears gathered in the corners of Lilah's eyes. Had the angel been lying? Had it brought her all this way only to fail and laugh at her, leaving her here as a monster, prey to other monsters? Her fear turned to anger and, gritting her teeth, Lilah strained again until the wire cut into her palms. The blood made it slippery and, just as her grip was sliding off, it moved! It turned, no more than a quarter turn, but it did! And after that it was easier. Lilah turned the valve around and around until a hissing sound filled the room. For a minute Lilah thought it was a snake, a snake that slid off the pipe and curled around her arm and wriggled down her belly until it bit her, bit her right in her monster cunt...but then the snake was gone and it was just one of the curved chrome spikes screwed into the flesh of her tiny smooth vulva poking a fresh blood spot into her thigh, and the hissing was followed by a funny smell and Lilah knew it was time to go.

Silent on bare feet, she fled the room where she had lived, naked and abused, for what seemed like her whole life. Lilah knew she'd had another life before it, but that was when she was a little girl. That was before she became a whore, before her Daddy fucked her over and over, before the big girl Renee fucked her too, fucked her and whipped her whore cunt and finally sewed it up, and then her Daddy went away and everyone went away and she woke up here and they turned her into a monster. She was out of the room and up the rickety wooden staircase, avoiding all the places she knew would creak, and pausing at the top of the stairs to push the door open ever so slightly and look out. The hallway on the other side was pitch dark and silent. Lilah slipped through the door, freezing for a moment when one of her cunt spikes slid along the wood making a noise that sounded thunderous to her, echoing over and over in her head until it turned into the laughter of all the monsters, the laughter from the last time they held her down, the laughter as she shrieked in agony while they fucked her again and again and poked needles into her back, leaving behind the ink that never washed off.

Lilah shook her head, and it was silent again. Getting down on her hands and knees she crept up the short hallway, past the stinking bathrooms and the dressing room where she was caged while the bar was open when she wasn't dancing or fucking. The angel was with her now, sitting on her shoulder as Lilah, careful to stay in the shadows of the unlit hall, poked her head around the corner.

The barroom was almost empty. It was night, but so late all the other monsters had gone home. The floors were sticky with years of grime, as always - her palms and soles were permanently tarred with it - and the smell of stale tobacco and pot hung in the air. The huge monster was behind the bar, doing whatever he did - fighting with the snakes that spit soda and water, maybe. There was only one other monster in the room, right by the front door, right where the angel told her he would be, and the one thing she needed more than anything filled her vision - the shiny silver gun on his hip.

Lilah crouched there for what could have been hours or maybe just a few minutes, silent, hardly daring to breathe, until the funny smell she had smelled in her cave started to curl in her pierced nostrils. "Are you ready, Lilah?" the angel asked. She nodded her head fractionally, sucking in a trembling breath around the silver tusks in her mouth. "Go, Lilah! Go now!"

Lilah burst from her hiding place and darted across the barroom, running on tiptoe so her filthy bare feet wouldn't slap on the floor. The monster at the door saw her! His eyes turned red and lightning erupted from his face as he roared and moved to catch her. But Lilah was quicker. She did just like the angel told her, feinting right then going left, away from the front door, surprising the monster who thought she was trying to escape. She was, of course, but the monsters all thought she was dumb, and most of them really were dumb. She tricked him and then, the best trick of all, as she slid around the monster she grabbed the gun and yanked it out of its holster. It was so heavy she almost dropped it but she got her small hand around it just like the angel had shown her, banged into the door with her head so that it swung open, and at the last minute turned and, not taking time to aim, pulled the trigger.

The gunshot was so loud Lilah squirted some pee down her leg and the gun tried to tear itself out of her hand, but the bullet thunked harmlessly into the wood of the bar. "Last chance, Lilah!" the angel said, as the monster was almost on her and the other monster behind the bar was coming to help. This time she tried to point the gun at something metal like the angel had told her. She saw the aluminum bulk of the deep fryer on the back wall behind the bar and turned to run as she squeezed off another shot.

Then Lilah was flying through the air. She was flying, and her naked back was searing pain and she had time to see her shadow outlined stark in the sudden brilliant light behind her, until she hit the gravel of the parking lot face first, felt a hundred different points of pain in her face, her chest, her belly, screamed as her cunt spikes sank deeply into the scarred and scabbed flesh of her vulva and inner thighs, and flames roared over her head as the monster cave exploded.

Half-conscious, Lilah rolled over onto her back then screamed again as the gravel bit into her seared backside. It took a minute for her to focus, and then what she saw made the music roar to life around her, the terrible music she always heard when something awful was happening. Usually it was when someone was fucking her or making her bleed some other way. Flames poured out of the doorway and the windows of the bar. All the glass was blown out; shards lay on the ground around her. The doorway was too bright to look at. Lilah squinted and thought she could make out something vaguely monster-sized moving amidst the dancing fire. Maybe there was screaming but the fire was so loud, roaring like a million lions, and the music was so loud, louder than it had ever been before, like a million angels all singing and crashing and screaming at once that she couldn't tell. She looked down at herself. Her bare body was dirty and bruised. One of her nipple rings had been torn out when she hit the gravel. It dangled at the end of the chain connecting it to the other nipple ring and her septum piercing, and blood trickled from the fresh wound. There was blood everywhere. She was cut everywhere. Her cunt spikes were dug in deeply, flattened into a cage over her prominent bald mound. She flexed her thigh muscles and groaned as the points tore free, leaving fresh oozing punctures behind. Her knobby knees were scraped and bloody.

Lilah could have laid there for longer even though the air was scalding with the heat of the fire, but the angel was back. Just as she heard a door bang open behind her, the angel was yelling in her ear. "Get up! Get up now, Lilah!" The angel shrieked. Groaning, Lilah rolled over again, got her knees under her, and pushed herself to her feet. She moaned as rocks stabbed into her soles. But she looked up. The door of the motorcycle clubhouse across the parking lot had been flung open and a man, not a monster was running towards her, shouting. He had long hair and a beard but before Lilah had time to notice more the angel grabbed her arm and pointed it at the man. Lilah realized she was still holding the big silver gun. It banged and bucked again in her hand. The man's head jerked back, blood fountaining up and backwards from his forehead. He fell down.

Lilah's vision went gray and the world started to tilt around her. But before she could fall, the angel grabbed her, held her. "It's okay, Lilah," the angel's sweet, terrible voice whispered in her ear. "I'll help. You can rest." Lilah's eyes drifted out of focus as she felt herself start to run. Her lacerated feet were agony on the sharp gravel. When next her vision cleared she was standing on cool tile. She was inside the clubhouse. She was looking at a table. There were piles of money on the table, as well as a tall stack of little plastic cards with numbers on them. There was also a knife with a long, shiny blade. Her hand reached out.

Blink. She was shrugging into a denim jacket. It smelled like one of the monsters that liked to fuck her in her ass. It hung below her bare skinny thighs. The weight of the gun in an inside pocket made the jacket sag on one side. Lilah saw she was holding the knife. She dropped it into the other inside pocket, then added a packet of the money and some of the plastic cards.

Blink. The jacket was buttoned up to her sternum, hiding the cruel spikes that caged her genitals and the even crueller piercing through her clitoris, the chain that ran from the silver ring to another one piercing her outie bellybutton. That chain was very much too short, deliberately so. Whenever Lilah stood, her clit was stretched until it felt like it was being torn off. She had never gotten used to it. She wanted to stop, sit down, cry, but the angel wouldn't let her. There was more to do.

Blink. She was in the workshop area of the clubhouse, standing on cold, gritty concrete. Whenever she stood still, blood from all her wounds started dripping onto her bare feet and pooling around her. She left small red footprints behind her. She was looking at several motorcycles. The angel had her try to get on one but it was much too big. Her feet didn't reach the pegs and the pain in her cunt redoubled as her bare legs splayed wide.

Blink. Disregarded in one corner of the shop was a much smaller scooter. "Ves...pa" Lilah sounded out the word on the side. It looked like a teddy bear among grizzlies. But Lilah could sit on it with her legs closed and her feet forward. The angel had her press a switch and its engine came to life. The vibration was almost soothing except for the way it made her cunt spikes judder and poke little fresh wounds into her abused skin.

Blink. The world was flying past! Lilah was riding the scooter! The wind tore tears from her eyes and brought a blessed chill to all the burns, scrapes, and cuts that covered her bare, half-starved body. It even cooled the permanent piercing fire in her juvenile clitoris, a little. Sitting, the chain to her navel was slack but the crusher jaws clamped down on the tiny bud, mauling it with every move she made until it seemed that its every single nerve ending screamed individually.

Blink. The angel showed her how to work the brakes on the scooter, like she had seen monsters do many times before. She slowed at the end of the long driveway. She glanced back. The night was split open by lurid flames leaping from what had been Lilah's prison for - how long? - it seemed like forever. The angel guided her to turn onto the main road, how to twist the handle to go faster. "Where are we going?" Lilah asked the angel.

"You know where," the angel answered. "We're going to get them, Lilah. We're going to get them all."

Naked except for the stolen jacket, battered, bruised, tortured by her piercings, the child rode shivering into the cold pre-dawn. There were faint sirens behind her.

As the sun broke the horizon, the angel guided Lilah off the highway and behind a closed gas station. "Remodeling" said the sign Lilah sounded out in the front. Lilah switched off the scooter. The sudden silence echoed in her ears. She dismounted slowly. Her thighs were cramping and her legs trembled with exhaustion. Stumbling on the broken pavement, she went through a door labeled "Men". Inside was a rust-stained sink and there was a trickle of water from the faucet. When she turned the handle the water came on full. Lilah boosted herself up with shaking arms until she could get her mouth into the stream of lukewarm water. She drank and drank until her belly felt tight as a drum. She let herself down gingerly, whimpering at the pain in her burned and lacerated soles. She unbuttoned the jacket, shrugged it onto the floor, then boosted herself up again, struggling to swing a knee up on to the vanity. Finally she was able to crouch and shove her shaven head under the faucet. Water poured over her. The skinny little girl put each limb in turn under the faucet, wetting as much of her body as possible. Then she drank some more.

Finally, her thirst satiated, Lilah straightened up and looked at herself in the cracked mirror. She hadn't had a mirror in her monster cave. She knew the monsters had done things to her, but this was the first time in a very long time she was able to simply look at herself. She saw a monster. Her head was bald but her face was all wildly tattooed - it was a wild dog's face, not a little girl's face. The ink was on her scalp, down her neck, her arms. There was a snake demon on her belly, its jaws gaping wide around her mutilated cunt. She knew there was more ink on her back. The monsters had shown it to her when it was done, like it was special. There was an arc across her shoulderblades with the name of the biker club, like on the jackets they wore. And another arc that dipped from her hips to the base of her spine. She knew that word too well: Monster.

Lilah's fingers traced the rings and studs that pierced her eyebrows, her cheeks, her chin. She tugged at the bar through the bridge of her nose, at the silver ring through her septum. She worried at the rosette labret on her chin. She traced the row of metal that marched up the shells of her ears, the holes in her earlobes she could fit her finger through, the chains that ran from the bars through the cartilage to her nostrils, pulling her nose into an exaggerated pug. She felt the razor-sharp points of the chrome steel tusks that protruded from her upper and lower jaw, and the bare gums between where all of her front teeth had been yanked out. She remembered when the monsters did that to her. They'd taken her to a real dentist, smuggled into his office at night, stuffed into a suitcase. She remembered the feel of her heart hammering and the blood roaring in her ears, the blinding bright lights as she was lifted out and tossed into the chair. She remembered the feel of the straps wrapped cruelly tight around her forearms and thighs, holding her in place. She remembered the dentist, sweating with fear as the monsters told him what he had to do. She didn't blame him, he was just a person. Then hands on her head, her jaw being yanked open, and the blinding pain as her teeth were pulled. Then the even worse pain as the tusks were hammered into her. She'd shrieked until she couldn't any more, until her throat was raw and her voice reduced to a pitiful mewling.

In the dentist's chair she'd thought it was the worst pain in the world. But she soon learned how wrong she was. At least, once she was a monster, she could hold the pain in her monster body. It hurt, but it only mattered if she let the pain into her head. Lilah hadn't let the pain into her head for a very, very long time. She had vague memories, or dreams, or maybe fantasies of an even longer time ago, before she was a monster. She thought maybe she used to be a little girl. And she remembered the little girl fell one time and skinned her knee. She remembered the little girl staring at the abraded flesh, watching the blood rise to the surface. She remembered the pain, the shock of it, the way her whole world became the pain for a moment and how it forced a howl from her lips and how she ran sobbing. Where did she run? She thought she ran into her house. Did she have a house? And then there was warmth, and a beautiful smell, and being enfolded in...was it love? Had someone loved her? Had it been...a mommy? In the mirror, tears started to leak from Lilah's monster eyes, and that was another memory of terror, from the time they stuck the needles into her eyes. It hadn't been so bad because she'd been well on her way to being a monster by then but it was still scary. The needles gave her monster eyes, solid blue instead of white all around.

Lilah roared at the monster face in the mirror, screamed, beat her fists against the glass until it broke. She picked bits of glass out of her hands. More blood flowed but the pain didn't hurt. The memories were the only thing that really hurt, because they were inside her head. She curled herself into a ball atop the sink, sobbing.

Lilah didn't know how much time passed like that. Eventually her sobs trailed off into occasional snuffles and she fell into her dreamland. Monsters loomed out of the darkness. Some of them chased her. Some of them wanted her to chase them. A forest grew up all around her and the dingy walls of the restroom disappeared. She ran off into the forest, feeling the sun and the wind on her bare skin. She leapt into the air and flew up into the trees where giant kittens tumbled around her and bit her playfully. A giant penis monster lunged out of a tree. She jumped onto it, laughing, and it rubbed all over her body. The penis monster grew a mouth that kissed her flat chest. The penis monster grew a regular sized penis that she took into her mouth. It grew another one that filled her ass, and a third one that plunged into her hairless monster cunt. She grunted and groaned, stuffed full in every hole. When her monster cunt was full, that was the only time the cruel serrated jaws loosened their hold on her clitoris. Freed from that torture, pleasure started to radiate from her center. Her bony hips twitched and she moaned around her mouthful of cock. The light went from yellow, to white, to blue, to deep violet. The cock in her cunt got bigger and bigger as she felt better and better. The super-good feeling was rising as the cock stretched her further and further until it exploded into pleasure at the same time as the cock, now grown enormous and spiky, burst out of her belly in a fountain of blood and guts and Lilah had never felt anything so wonderful as she died.

"Wake up, Lilah," the angel was whispering in her ear. Lilah opened her eyes. She was lying naked on the dirty, cracked tile of the bathroom floor. She ran a hand over the smooth skin of her belly. There was no sign of the giant penis that had burst through it. Her skin was pale where you could see it through the riot of tattoos. The dozens of small wounds were starting to scab over and the burns still hurt a lot. But pain was nothing new to the child and, groaning, she rolled over and slowly got to her feet. She shrugged into the oversize jacket, obeying the angel when it told her to make sure the gun, the knife, the money, and the plastic cards were still there. She stepped outside into a cool night. She hadn't realized how bad the bathroom smelled until she breathed in the fresh autumn air. The word "autumn" surprised Lilah. She hadn't thought about seasons in a long time. Hot, cold, snow, rain, mud - it hadn't mattered, she'd been fucked by monsters in all of them, then thrown back into her monster cave where the weather was always the same: damp and not warm enough. Feeling a pressure in her bladder, Lilah squatted where she stood and pissed onto the concrete. It puddled around her toes. When her stream finally trickled to nothing she wiped her vulva with her hand, careful not to stab herself with her cunt spikes, then licked her fingers clean.

Lilah hadn't gone far on the scooter when the angel warned her she was getting low on gas. "Not that one," the angel said as she drove past a brightly lit gas station with a convenience store and a restaurant. The smell of fried food whipped past her nostrils and Lilah's belly cramped. The angel had her pass two more gas stations before it directed her into one where the pumps were around the side of the building, not in front, and the lighting was much dimmer. She went to the farthest pump at the end. Now the angel revealed why it had told her to grab those plastic cards. There was a place on the gas pump to stick the card in. She had to try two or three cards before one made the pump happy. The angel showed her where to touch the pump to make its dick hard, and then how to make it happier. Lilah stuck the pump's dick into her scooter's butt. The butthole was plenty big enough, so Lilah didn't feel the need to apologize. (No one ever apologized for sticking anything in her butthole, even when the thing was burning hot or freezing cold, or so big something tore inside her and blood came out.) She squeezed the dick like the angel told her to make it happy, and it squirted into the scooter's butt. As she was putting the dick back, a police car slid into a pump on the next island over. She didn't need the angel's sharp "Hide, Lilah!" to know what to do. Quick as a wink she scuttled into the shadows by the dumpster. A piece of broken glass sliced into her bare foot as she ran. She bit back a cry of pain - she had plenty of experience at that - and it wasn't until she was safe behind the dumpster that she reached down and, stifling another moan, pulled the edge of a bottleneck out of her filthy sole. She pressed on the fresh wound, waiting for the blood to stop as she watched a policeman get out of the car and swagger across the lot. Flaming razor blades burst all around Lilah, making a tunnel her vision zoomed down straight for the policeman's face. She knew him. He looked like a policeman now, but he was really a monster. He was one that came to her cave and hurt her. He hurt her a lot, and he laughed while he did it. The angel knew him for what he was, too, and quick as that they made a plan.

The policeman walked back to his car carrying a cup of coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. He opened his car door with the little finger of the hand holding the donut and settled his bulk on the driver seat. He had just closed the door when - "YAAAAAAAH!" A mask of horror leapt at him from the footwell of the passenger seat. His coffee went flying, some of it splashing over the creature whose roar turned to a cry of pain as the hot liquid splashed on it. Then he got a good look at the tattooed and betusked face with its terrifying solid blue eyeballs. Recognition dawned at the same moment as he saw the muzzle of the gun.

The gunshot deafened Lilah in the enclosed space but outside it was muffled by the car's sound insulation, and the closest person was the clerk inside the store who was wearing earbuds anyway. And it would be a while before anyone noticed the splash of red on the inside of the driver's side window. Lilah dropped to the ground outside the police car's passenger door, closing it gently. Keeping low, she limped back to the Vespa. As she accelerated back onto the highway, the angel caressed her multiply-pierced cheek. "You got him, Lilah," the angel said. "I got one of them," she answered. "There's lots more."

Lilah wasn't sure she remembered the way to where they all lived, but the angel did. First, though, the angel told her, she had to eat. Lilah realized the angel was right. She had ignored the cramping in her belly because she felt it pretty much all the time. The monsters never gave her much to eat. Except for cum, of course, she always got plenty of that. The angel had her pull off the road at an intersection where there were a cluster of fast food restaurants. She parked the scooter behind one where the dumpster loomed in the shadows. Lilah tried to open the dumpster but she couldn't. It was locked. Lilah whined as the smell of food (and garbage, but she was used to eating garbage) made her belly hurt more. She scampered across the endless concrete slab to the next restaurant, then the next.

Finally, she found a dumpster she could open, but it was taller than she was - there was no way she could reach in. She was crying with frustration by then, driven nearly mad by her sudden, overpowering hunger. But the angel showed her where there were some cinderblocks and broken chairs by the back door of the restaurant. Straining, Lilah was able to drag them over to the dumpster and make a teetering pile just high enough. She shrugged out of her jacket and placed it carefully on the ground, then climbed up and lifted the dumpster lid. She held it open with her head. The dumpster was full of discarded food, burgers, french fries and more, soaked from half-filled cups of soda. Flies buzzed angrily as the stench of rot hit her in the face. She gripped the edge of the dumpster with her hands and boosted herself up, up, until her toes left the chair she had stood on and, with a grunt, she overbalanced and fell into the pile of garbage. The lid clomped shut. It was pitch dark but that never stopped Lilah. She plunged her hands into the squishy mass she was sunk into. She shoved whatever she could grab into her mouth, over and over, chewing and swallowing as fast as she could. The flies buzzed around her face but she never stopped eating even when they flew into her mouth. Their wings tickled going down her throat but they didn't taste like much.

Some time later, Lilah stood up in the midst of the disgusting mass she had fed from, pushing the lid open with her head and then raised arms. A sudden cramp low in her bowels bent her at the waist in the middle of the garbage, the dumpster lid clomping down and leaving her in darkness. Pee squirted down her legs, joined by runny diarrhea.

Eventually, Lilah pushed the dumpster lid up again, and awkwardly climbed over and tumbled over, grunting as she hit the ground. She stood, ineffectually brushing at the filth covering her body. The smell didn't bother her but she hated the feel of garbage and shit on her skin. There was a hose coiled in a pile a few steps away. The water was freezing. She hosed herself off, including gingerly inserting the sprayer into her butt. Dripping wet and shivering, she draped herself in the jacket again.

Lilah hurt all over but with food in her belly she felt stronger. She buttoned up the jacket and looked out into the darkness beyond the security lights. It was a muddy, weed-strewn field. Off in the distance paired pinpoints of traffic crawled. Beyond that, a darker shadow suggesting hills blocking out the horizon, and above that, the cold stars. They danced and darted here and there, teasing Lilah. She could hear them calling her a monster, telling her she'd be a monster forever. She opened her mouth, her tusks clashing together as she was about to roar her defiance. But there was a rushing in her head, then the world spun around her and when it jerked to a halt she saw the way to go. It was like a map of fire was laid over her vision, showing her the way. Showing her where they all were. "Let's go, Lilah. We're going to get them now," the angel said. Lilah felt for the knife and the gun in her pockets. Still there. She hobbled to the scooter, and set off.

Lilah left the scooter in the woods, hidden in the brush off the dirt track, and walked the last few hundred yards being as quiet as she could. She had left the jacket with the scooter, bringing nothing with her but the knife. It was nearly as long as her forearm and - she had tested it - viciously sharp. She walked naked down the track, placing each foot carefully, avoiding rocks that would hurt her burned and lacerated soles and anything that would make noise. The angel helped her, making sure she stayed in shadow. She knew her pale bare body would stand out in the moonlight, never mind the chrome at her mouth and her crotch. When she got to the meadow, the angel had her get down on all fours and crawl, hiding in the tall grass and weeds. As she dropped the pain in her cunt changed as the chain yanking her clit up slackened and the jaws came together, the teeth grinding into her bud. Despite the familiar agony not a sound escaped her lips. She moved swiftly and silently, the angel showing her the way to the first tent. Gentle snores came from within, one low and throaty, the other higher-pitched and breathy. Cautiously, Lilah put one eye to where the canvas flaps parted. There were two sleeping bodies: a man long and lean, dark-skinned except for the pink scarring all along one arm, and a woman short and round with a shock of red hair. They lay on their sides facing each other but not touching, each under their own dirty blanket.

The angel drew it for her, exactly what Lilah had to do, like a diagram of a dance. All Lilah had to do was follow. Step, she turned sideways and slid through the gap into the tent. Step, she went down on one knee, bringing the knife down to her side. Step, she held the knife over the neck of the sleeping redhead. Step, she didn't stab or jerk, just pressed the knife into the pale skin and drew a line from under the chin back past the ear. Blood fountained out, hot and red, splashing Lilah's skinny arm. The sleeper jerked, gasped, choked, but didn't wake as her life poured out onto the ground. Lilah was already moving to the other one and slit his throat just as easily. His eyes snapped open and he thrashed around. As his damaged arm flailed, Lilah had a memory flash of that same arm swinging through the air just like that, ending with an explosion of pain in her tiny pussy. "That won't happen again," she told the angel.

Lilah moved from tent to tent, leaving carnage in her wake. She quickly lost count of how many she had gotten. Some of them she recognized. Others she didn't. But it didn't matter. They were all monsters. She cut their monster throats, one and all.

Her cunt was hurting worse and worse from crawling and the pitiless squeeze of the jaws. Tears began to blur her eyes until she knew she had to do something to make the pain stop. As she entered the last tent, she saw a single occupant sleeping naked on his back. He must have been dreaming of sex because his penis was hard. Maybe he was dreaming of fucking me, Lilah thought, because she recognized him. He liked to stick his monster cock into Lilah from behind, then stand up and grab her upper arms and bend them back until her shoulders creaked. Then he'd walk around and ask other monsters to hurt Lilah. And they would. They'd pull on her nipple piercings, or burn her with cigarettes, or cut her with knives, or choke her until she started to pass out. He told he liked to do that because it made her pussy quiver.

Lilah grinned evilly and she felt the angel grinning too. She reached down and, working by feel, turned her cunt spikes around so they pointed out, so the points dug into her thighs rather than caging her treasure. The man's eyes snapped open when he felt Lilah's weight settle across his hips and then felt the knife at his throat. Lilah leaned forward until her terrible tattooed, tusked face was right next to his. His eyes went wide and round and he opened his mouth to yell. "Shhh..." Lilah insisted, pricking his skin with the knifepoint. She put her free hand flat on his breastbone for balance, and began to move against him.

Lilah grunted softly in her throat as the spikes pierced her thighs. The man beneath her shivered as he felt her hot blood trickling onto him, then shivered again as he felt her tiny bald cunny open up and the heat of her core slither over his hard cock. Without taking the knife from his throat she slid forward so the crown nudged her labia open. Then she pushed back, hard, impaling herself. Lilah chuckled silently as she felt herself filled up, an adult cock surging into her like so many hundreds of times before, since she became a monster. Then her eyes fluttered closed as the friction caused the pressure on her clit to ease. She hurt all over; her naked body was covered with cuts and burns and scrapes. But fucking, filling her tiny monster cunt up with a great big monster's cock, was the only time she was free of the worst pain of all. No longer stretched or mauled, she felt her clit swelling and the pleasure start to fill her up. Her pierced and torn nipples were hard little BBs. The monster was moving with her now, fucking himself up into her, and Lilah gasped as his blunt tool banged into her undeveloped cervix. It hurt, but it was the good hurt.

As she felt herself teetering on the edge of climax, the little girl removed the knife from the man's throat. She smiled at the man, clashing her tusks together as he thrust! and thrust! and then the feeling burst over her, her cunt clamped down hard and her legs started shaking violently. But her grip was sure as she swept the knife down and back and neatly severed the man's penis. His eyes went wide with shock and he opened his mouth to scream but Lilah plunged the knife into his throat and the scream died as a choking gurgle. Lilah laughed out loud as blood sprayed from the mans' slashed throat, covering her from head to belly and more blood fountained up from the stump of the man's cock and splashed against her pulsing cunny. It tickled.

Lilah rode her orgasm for another minute with the severed cock still stuck deep inside her, until the man stopped moving. His eyes stared up at nothing now. She rubbed the blood all over herself, her face and her body until she was covered from head to toe in copper-smelling crimson. She even stuck her feet into the gaping wound in the dead man's neck, to cover her soles. Then she left. She didn't have to sneak now. She walked proundly upright, holding the knife in one hand while using the other to keep the severed penis from falling out.

She wanted to leave the jacket behind, to ride naked so everyone would see all the blood and would know she was a monster that had killed monsters and would leave her alone. But the angel told her it was a bad idea and anyway she needed the jacket for its pockets to hold her money and and the gun and especially the knife. Because Lilah wasn't through killing monsters. She had two in mind in particular. There was the big girl that had fucked her and whipped her and sewed up her cunt. And now Lilah was remembering there was another big girl. Before she was a monster, Lilah was a whore. The other big girl had pretended to be her friend when she was a little girl but then had turned Lilah into a whore. If she hadn't been made a whore, she wouldn't have been turned into a monster. So those two. The angel agreed, so Lilah was definitely going to get those two.