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A young boy had seen a nude woman standing at a window, only instead of breasts her chest was adorned with hollowed human heads, with empty eye sockets and toothless mouths.
“It was a whore house back in the day. Dobbsin himself was a mysterious character, so I’ve heard. He was a pimp of sorts, I believe. Operated the house like a matron. ‘til one day he musta had enough of it, because he kilt all of them poor girls. This was in the early 1870’s, I think.”
He tied them up, cut them all over, and then drove nails into their heads and… well, the way the story goes, those that survived the nailin’ he put to task. He burned them, skinned them, and hung them up in the main lobby by their ankles. Then he kilt himself. Swallowed a bullet. Not ‘fore he raped them, of course. Not their livin’ bodies, mind you. He raped ‘em cold. Mr. Dobbsin, he was an infamous bastard. People came from all over to look at the house where thirteen harlots was butchered. The hauntings, they started shortly after his death.
felt like I was gonna explode right in my pants, I did. And it hurt too, like a metal rod had been put right down the middle of my organ!”
She imagined watching her husband slicken Darren’s shaft with his mouth, all while she lay beneath their
host and suckled at his wrinkled scrotum—
They’d been gutted, their throats had been slit, and their faces were caved in. They was all red, and messy.”
She imagined the salty taste of his sweaty scrotum as her mouth enveloped it. She imagined tonguing his sheathed testes and listening to him whimper as he ejaculated up and onto Frank’s trembling, white stomach. Yes. I want it. I want to fuck and be fucked in that house.
His pelvis had been broken so that his legs could be cracked open further than allowed. His anus had been plundered with a knobby cane, about the length of an arm. Salt was clasping the shaft of the offensive staff, and she stirred it rapidly, as if churning butter.
Frank could hear what the staff was doing to Darren’s organs. It was mashing them into a pulp. Pink liquids flowed out from his prolapsed anus whenever the staff was lifted up. The smearing stain was growing between his opened legs like water from a leaking bath.
“I want to fuck you forever,
Frank. I want to fuck you until there’s nothing left.”
use a cheese grater to shred her pussy apart, and then he wanted to pull the mangled meat away in strands, sucking them into his mouth like wet spaghetti noodles and—
He recalled how much her organs had jiggled as he continued to fuck her dying corpse.
He had broken her open so far that he could look into the bowl of her pelvis and watch as his cock entered and exited her bloodied cunt—
You will.
house itself was molesting her.
The specter was also holding his own intestines in his hands, like a bundle of bloody roses. The disemboweled man smiled toward Geoff and said: “The devil’s going to fuck you, pornographer!”
He felt as if someone had just spewed diarrhea into his mouth,
no part of his body would go unviolated.
CUM DUMPSTER
There were chains hanging from the walls and ceiling, and dried out corpses dangled on skeletal arms from each manacle.
“We are the Whores of Satan.”
“The Lords and Mistresses of Hell. Come to us, Jace. Embrace the pleasures of eternity. Of mortification!”
“Join the orgy!”
The orgy of depravity persisted despite its impossibilities.
“This is where demons come to FUCK!”
“This is where they come… to fuck the living and the dead!”
“You are home.”
So, which Italian movies inspired Magick? I think you’ll find bits and pieces of Ghost House, House by the Cemetery, Beyond Darkness, and Witchery on full display here! And yes, I recommend each and every one of those bizarre, weirdo, and gore-soaked flicks!
