Outcasts (Badlands 3)

I jammed the prod up his ass and hit the button. He was forced to go balls in as his whole body convulsed forward.

Vance yelled, givin Cali the perfect opportunity to use her tongue puller. She clamped the device down and didn’t let go, holding it in place even as he began to bleed.

“Move,” I demanded, pullin the prod out and jamming it back in.

He screeched, gaggin as he jerked again. It took a good few minutes, and some leakage of crimson from his own hole, but he started to move. Noah thrust in and out so slowly I began to get bored.

Without warning I shoved him, removing his blood tinged cock from Vance’s bright cherry asshole. He fell onto the stone floor with a loud thud; before he could even think about recovering, I placed the prod on the tip of his dick and hit the button.

“You could have done better than that shameful performance Noah, I remember,” Cali callously stated.

Romero blinked, slowly, as if he’d just been switched on.

“Maybe he knows he can’t compete with Vance,” I shrugged.

“Fuck this,” Romero mumbled at the same time Grimm physically moved me out of his way, pickin me up and placin me by Cali.

“Pull out Lilith!” Romero demanded.

“Good fucking choice,” Grimm affirmed.

Me and Cali shared a look, neither knowin what they were talkin about.

Romero grabbed Noah by the leg and began dragging him across the room.

Cali let her forceps loosen when Grimm stepped up to the vise. “Watch,” was all he said before he began turning the balled lever.

I moved closer, watchin the two iron planes inch together, compressing what was in their way––which happened to be Vance’s head.

Grimm’s muscles slightly tensed as he continued turnin the lever.

None of us paid any mind to Vance’s screams. He kicked his legs, shiftin his bloody ass back and forth, struggling in his restraints. I knew it hurt, knew he felt the non-stop pressure on his bones as they prepared for a farewell crunch. The more he hurt, the better.

The bottom jaw cracked first. Teeth cracked and crumbled. His life ended when the top of his skull fractured, and out came pouring pieces of his brain in a mass of cerebrospinal fluid and golden red liquid.

“This thing is sick.” Cali grinned, runnin her fingers along the top of the vise.

Lookin at the way his face had permanently contorted, I felt, like I’d done some vigilante justice.

Grimm stepped back, no emotion on his face whatsoever. He took my hand, and led me across the room to where Romero was.

Cali quickly followed, leaving her forceps on Vance’s back.

Romero’s steel toed boot was restin squarely on Noah’s back so he couldn’t go anywhere. Cobra looked like he was about to burst with glee so I knew whatever was bein dragged from behind the fence was some fucked up piece of equipment.

I was certainly correct.

“What the hell is that thing?” I asked Grimm.

“It’s our version of a Nuremberg virgin, obviously with Lilith on top.”

Was I expected to know what that was?

He positioned me in front of him, wrappin his arms around my middle. I snuggled myself into his embrace, kissin his cheek. We watched the acolytes get to work.

Whatever they had dragged out, looked like a giant wooden mummy tomb dotted with round holes. Some were open, some were covered.

When Cobra did the honors of opening the two wooden doors like one would a cabinet, I saw it was affixed with long iron spikes on both the doors and the back wall.