“It sickens you, doesn’t it,” says Tabby. “Those dead limbs, that frog flesh. You thought of me as a helpless cripple. That’s why you were so easily fooled by my little joke. Samantha has just been breaking you in for me. You’re the only one here who is helpless. It will be easier for you if you abandon all hope. We plan to have a lot of fun with you. Starting now.”
I stare at her crotch with a sort of morbid fascination. I can see moisture gather in the ugly scar of her s*x. It’s weeping with anticipation.
Behind me, Sam growls, “You know what to do.”
I shuffle forward on my knees, wary of the punishment that will come if I hesitate.
I kneel between those white spider legs to lick. She smells of mothballs and disinfectant. Her skin is clammy. I want to throw up. She strokes my head an
