Hellraiser: The Will of One

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HELLRAISER: The Will of One

Chapter 8: Daddy Dearest

Larry Cotton was screaming obscenities. Long and loudly as Frank and Julia writhed on the bed before him, trysting on the wedding dress he’d bought Julia not three days before. He’d not seen it, of course, but some certain sense of chivalry in him demanded that he provide the dress for his beloved. So he handed her a charge card and told her to have fun. He didn’t care, not wealthy but not poor, he felt in control of his destiny, and certain of her love and fidelity.

Fidelity that was now being laid to rest, as Frank drove into her again and again, amidst her moans and cries of ecstasy. He could not shut his eyes, the creatures that bound him to the wall of his bedroom had seen to that, stood there with him and laughed as his humiliation was made complete. Frank and Julia finished their copulation, for the moment, and the she-devil that was his wife leaned over her paramour and licked him clean, smiling as Larry gaped in shock. She sat back pointed a finger at him, and laughed, high piercing laughs that assaulted his eardrums. Frank got up, leaned over his older brother, and spat in his face, calling him a fool and a cuckold, among other vile things.

The Cenobites in the room began to get ready, for this was just the beginning. Now came time for their attentions. He saw them sharpen their tools, not understanding what was happening to him. Where was he? Why was he here?...The last thing he’d understood was Julia’s face, crinkled in worry, telling him she had something awful to tell him, and the first thing he’d though was something had happened to Kirsty. She’d been mugged, or hit by a car, or worse.

But no, Julia had reassured him, Kirsty was fine…it was something upstairs, something she couldn’t explain. And she’d opened the door to the musty room, the one they’d never used, and saw the ghastly thing standing before him, reach out a hand, and speak in his brother’s voice.

“Larry…” it had said, and incredulity gagged his words, as the skinless thing reached out to him in supplication. “Help me, God, please help me.”

Brotherhood overtook revulsion and Larry stepped into the room, as the skinless Frank fell to the floor in apparent agony. A wave of horror tinged with sympathy washed over Larry and he rushed to his brother’s aid;

Only to have a knife pressed to his throat by the same bother he sought to rescue, and then a sharp blow to his head drove him into unconsciousness.

He awoke in this room, the bedroom from their old house, chained through hooks to the wall, naked and unable to close his eyes, shut out the sounds of Julia’s delight as his brother clambered between her legs to slam his manhood into her. It wasn’t love, Larry screamed, it was rape. She was being raped.

But then why the cries of ‘Yes!’ and other that followed, oaths of her undying desire for him, professions that she would do anything for him? Larry could not understand it; she was crying not in shame or fear but in complete abandon, heedless of her marriage plans. Larry looked down on the soiled satin dress, the evidence of their infidelity marring the whiteness perfection of the fabric, and cried aloud in denial.

His cries of denial became gasps and shrieks of disbelief as the Cenobites came closer to him, the chains pulling his limbs taunt, their hooks and carvers and disembowlers carving into him, the slick sweat of his skin mingling with blood and gobs of torn flesh. They worked, but took their time, these demons, for he surely knew he was in Hell by now, and felt every centimeter of his agony in ways he could not begin to fathom. Certainly his body would cave in by now; his shattered mind would allow him some measure of respite and fall into unfeeling madness. But no, he would be spared nothing, would feel everything done to him. And they would promise it would be done, over and over again, for all eternity, as they laughed and went on their bloody work.

“Wait.” A deep commanding voice sounded behind the Cenobites, a voice that compelled then to halt in their tracks. The demons stopped their movement, turned toward the speaker.

Pinhead emerged from the darkness, hands at his sides, looking at Larry Cotton’s suffering with dispassion. He’d seen this one suffer before. Like his previous thoughts, it was time for something new.

“Larry, “he intoned, looking over the ruined features of Kirsty’s father, only the eyes remained in their perfect state. “You have been here a while, watching your love be taken by Frank, endlessly.” He moved around the prone man, who gaped at the new figure in a mixture of awe and horror. It had a presence Larry was aware of only in rulers, presidents and the like. He didn’t know this one, but knew things would be only far too worse.

“It amuses me to let you know, now, before your demise, who the architect of your ruin truly is.”

The ruler turned his head to the wall. “But before that, something for you to witness.”

The wall before Larry shifted, then a vision filled it that took Larry’s breath away. She was older, sadder looking, but the young woman before him was undeniably his own flesh and blood.

His daughter, sweet, loving Kirsty. The sweetness was no longer there, replaced by a look of pure rage as she stood in a room Larry did not recognize and watched as his only child whipped a man shackled to the floor. Larry’s eyes widened in dismayed shock as she cursed the prostrate figure in ways he’d never dreamed his daughter would be capable of.

And worse, the man obviously enjoying it. This was not his daughter driven to madness, another emotion was driving her, he was sure of it.
The desire for cash, based in the oldest profession the world had ever known.

His only child, Kirsty, his pumpkin, was a whore.

“No, god no turn it off, turn it off!” he cried aloud, this was all far too much, he tried to shut his eyes again and the tiny pins driven into his sockets prevented it, he shook his head in utter disbelief but could not avoid the image. No matter where he turned his gaze, like Julia’s obscenity-fueled faithlessness with Frank, the image of his daughter’s degradation followed him . Over and over. She flogged him and pissed on his back, shoving his face into the growing puddle on the floor, ordering him to lick it up and thank her. It went on, heedless of his cries for it to cease. Tears streamed down his face.

“Your precious Kirsty,” Pinhead informed him, “Does this nightly, for as much of your sordid coin that she can get.” The Black Pope smiled. “Poor, innocent Kirsty, broken, degraded, using the only talents she fully possesses. Hatred, anger, and a scorned woman’s rage.”

“You monster!” Larry screamed at his new tormentor. “This is a lie! It’s got to be a lie!” he tried to look away as a fresh bout of obscenity flashed before his vision, but it was useless.

“Ah no, Larry. There are no lies here,” Pinhead replied, voice grave with certainty. “Truth is always far more painful, fair more precious. She whores for sure.“ The Cenobite smiled at his victim, “Kirsty enjoys this, Larry, she feels vindication from her employers. If permitted, she would kill them, in the most hideous way. Know this for certain.”

“I still don’t believe you!” Larry screamed, and one of the novices raised a hand to strike down the denier of her Lord’s will. Pinhead raised a hand, and the novice backed away.

“For certain. Let me prove this to you. A gift from my God, so to speak.”

The Black Pope turned,and from the same alcove, she entered.

Glistening, but gray, Larry Cotton’s daughter came from the darkness, smiling at her father. Her hair black and pulled back from her head, eyes and lips painted in a whore’s markings, she walked up to her father, completely naked, and knelt before him.

“Oh Daddy, I tried so hard to please you,” she said to him, her voice mocking in its tone. “So hard to make you mine. You didn’t need Mother, or Julia, you only needed me. I loved you, Daddy. Don’t you see, all of this is because I love you.”

Larry tried to look away from his daughter’s nakedness, but she met his gaze every time he tried to avoid it. “Look at me, Daddy!!” she demanded, her voice rising above the wailing he was producing himself. His mind was shattering, it would not be long now before it gave way completely. His daughter raised a hand to his groin, taking hold of him and tugging quickly. Despite his objections, his begging for her to stop, he found himself growing hard, aroused by his own child’s touch.

“But I know now, Daddy, finally how to make you love me.” She smiled at him with a gaze of sheer wantonness, and bowed her mouth onto him.

Larry stiffened with fright as his daughter began to pleasure him, aghast and enraptured at the same time. He moaned aloud as she worked her mouth and tongue on his engorged member, working him like he’d never been before. It was horrifying and delightful at the same time.. For a moment he let himself fully enjoy it, wishing he could move his hand to grab her hair. Instead of avoiding the scene he began to watch her head bobbing up and down on him in a steady rhythm. She looked up at him and smiled with her eyes, removing his cock from her mouth only to goad him on. “See Daddy, see what I can do for you?” She resumed her ministrations, and he could feel himself tighten up, ready to come. “You like it Daddy?, like it and I’ll swallow you.”

The Cenobites in the room watched on impassively, their leader displaying only a slight smile.

Larry groaned as he felt his come surge through him, and suddenly he could close his eyes in rapturous pleasure.

Rapture that quickly became agony as, unseen by him, Kirsty’s other hand flashed up brandishing a knife. She sliced upwards, severing his cock from him, and he screamed in blinding pain. His daughter stood before him again, face twisted into a grimace of pure animal loathing.

“You wouldn’t listen, Daddy!” she screamed at the recently castrated Larry, held up his member before him and dropped it to the ground, stamping a foot on it. “You wouldn’t listen to me, I was always a reminder, huh, Daddy?” She excoriated him, driving the knife into his chest, carving the flesh up into a grotesquerie. “Too much like Mommy! Too painful to look at, to remember..This is why you’re here, Daddy! “ Then, with a final slice at his throat. “Burn in Hell for not loving me!”

Larry’s mind had had enough, it shattered into a million fragments, and while his daughter continued her torments, the other Cenobites lept into the fray, eager to not be denied their fun.

Larry’s screams turned to shrieks of laughter and back to incoherent sobs again as the one thing he knew was pure, knew was good, led the rest of the demons into carving him alive. The Black Pope laughed long, raising his arms in benediction and moved away from the room. He found Inquisitor standing there, watching in silent amusement at the continuation of Larry’s suffering. He knew it would be endless.

“Continue to wipe his mind after each visitation.” Pinhead instructed his soldier, and Inquisitor nodded his assent. “His daughters’ seduction should be refreshed. Most instructive.”

“Of course, Your Unholiness.” Inquisitor replied. “Should we go farther with the…ah, new visitor?”

“Whatever amuses you, Inquisitor.” The Black Pope waved a hand. “It matters not. Larry Cotton will undergo whatever delights Leviathan wills.”

The Soldier Cenobite bowed its head in honest supplication. It was not surprising to him that their God gave his most worthy son so much power. The Black Pope was deserving of it. There was, however, just one question in its mind. “A thought, My Lord?”

“Yes?”

“A thought has just struck me. Kirsty plans to bargain with you for her father’s life. This much has been revealed to me through her dreams.”

“What of it?” Pinhead asked, he was used to Kirsty’s bargaining, he would not fall prey to it again.
“What if, my Lord, Larry doesn’t wish to leave…ever?”

Pinhead stood there a moment, the idea forming a seed in his mind. “And your plan?”

“Your own tactic has given me an idea, Your Unholiness. The same conversion, performed on Kirsty, would leave her to believe her father is irredeemable. He should capture her, during the inevitable bargaining, and begin her torture, as one of us.”

Pinhead stood there a moment, the audacity of Inquisitor’s plan working on him. Suddenly, the Black Pope laughed long and loud.
“So be it.” He replied once finished with his amusement. “Continue Larry’s torment, and form a demon of him, the same as our Kirsty. This should be interesting. It’s been a long time since I was surprised.” Pinhead looked at the Inquisitor, gaining an even greater respect for the Cenobite. “If this is as successful as you predict, your ranking will be raised to that of Vasa Iniquitatus.”

Inquisitor’s eyes opened wide. “Your Unholiness does me too much honor.” He bowed his head, hands folded to his chest, the diamond shape of his exposed stomach muscles glistening.

“See that it is successful, Inquisitor.” Pinhead warned, raising a finger to him. “I do not suffer failure gladly.”
Inquisitor remained bowed as the Black Pope turned and walked back to his private chambers.