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Lament Configuration

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Written by Thunderbolt1234, Raidrlsr@aol.com 
Warning 18
 or older or get off my story 


All characters are property of others 
This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage, 
murder, rape, and torture, and some gruesome stuff. (also
 read the story to end before calling Mr. X) 


Ch 1


Pierre Frobert’ ran through the hammering rain dodging
 police cars and patrol helicopters. He clutched under his coat 
a leather map bag once owned by a military soldier, Captain 
Elliot Spencer. The rain made it difficult to see and he had
 just stolen the bag from the private residence of Doctor
 Frances Cramer, occultist and spiritual leader of the 
Portrant Society. 

Frobert’ ran down an alley and pushed open a metal door.
 The door screamed like a wounded animal from rust and
 lack of care. Inside, he ran two steps at a time up three 
floors and down a dingy rat infested hall. The building at
 one time had been a hotel for the less the fortunate and 
only one room still had a door. 

Pierre stopped outside the door and panted for air. A voice
 inside spoke. “Do you have it, enter Frobert’ bring it in.”
 The French thief opened the door and walked into a 
man in a wheel chair, his eyes bandaged. “Bring it to me
 Frobert’, let me…touch it.” The thief staggered to the man
 and handed him the satchel. 

The bag was closed with a old belt which the blind man
fumbled with. Soon he opened it and rummaged inside.
 His hand stopped when he grasped the target of his search.
 From the bag, the man removed a cube. 

Pierre looked around the room, then impatiently cleared his
 throat. Mister Crohn, my money, I wish to leave.” The blind
 man stuffed his free hand in his coat and pulled a brown
manila  envelope out and dropped it on the floor. “Take it 
and leave, leave quickly.” 

Frobert’ snatched the envelope and ran out of the room. 
Carl Crohn reached down next to his wheel chair and found
 the small Bluetooth ear piece for the cell phone in his pocket. 

In moments, he placed a phone call to his employer. “I have
 it, yes I have it, do you want me to…use it? Yes, be ready to
 give me instructions, I am…doing it.” 

Crohn held the Lament Configuration, and with dexterity,
 rubbed one side, the side with an ornate silver symbol on
 it. The cube split and began to slide apart. Crohn had studied
 Braille text on the cube and was aware of some of its actions.
 When the cube had stopped moving, he turned the top half 
and pushed the cube back together. 


The room suddenly grew cold, cold enough that Crohn’s 
nostrils where freezing closed as he inhaled. His wheelchair
 moved slightly as the floor rolled. Not seen by the blind man,
 the wall behind him split with a tremendous boom and mist
 seeped into the chamber. 

A figure walked in, bald and dressed in black. A second figure
 walked in, female, her head spilt open as was her throat, 
both held open by surgical wires. The third figure was 
muscular, its mouth ripped open, its teeth chattering. 

The last figure was tall, pale skin and bald, his face covered
 in large pins. The last figure spoke. “A blind man, a blind 
man has summoned us, pain for this subject will not be
 pleasurable, it... is already suffering.” 

The female spoke, blood trickled from her throat as she did.
 “SPEAK blind man, you have opened the portal, you are aware 
of the suffering which will follow.” Crohn turned the wheelchair
 to face the sound of the voices. He then listened to commands
 on his ear piece. 

The Dark Pope of Death, the Cardinal of Hate, Pinhead 
noticed the earpiece. “This soul is being manipulated, it is
 a puppet, a false flesh, we must visit the puppeteer.” Pinhead
 walked to Crohn, looked at the earpiece and touched his hand.
 The man screamed in agony and all in the room vanished. 

Ch 2 

Albert Schuler quickly yanked the headset off his head when
 Crohn screamed. He sat in a huge dimly lit mausoleum with
 a phone and a laptop computer. 

Suddenly the room lit to near blinding as the Cenobites and
 Crohn appeared. 
Schuler stood from his chair and pulled a 
revolver from his coat. He aimed and fired the gun at Pinhead.
 The Cenobite grabbed Crohn and use him as a shield. The 
old man’s body quivered and shook as he died. 

Albert’s gun now clicked empty. Open throat, the female Cenobite 
snapped her finger and the gun flew to her hand. The Pope of
 Death tossed Crohn aside like a used tissue and grinned at 
Schuler. 

“You summoned us, and hid behind a man who could not see,
 and would dare use a primitive weapon against ME!” Schuler 
cowered behind a stone case which held a coffin. “I have a 
deal for you…a deal…you will want this…you will!” 

Pinhead walked slowly around the crypt, his fingernail digging
 under the lids seal. “I smell recent decay, its scent is sweet 
like mothers milk, a woman, your wife, she is in here, rotting.” 

Schuler now moved into the open, his eyes flared with rage. 
“MARGIE WAS MURDERED…SHE WAS KILLED IN THE
 STREET, AND YOU WILL HELP ME, YOU WILL RESERECT
 HER!” Pinhead now flipped the half ton slab off the crypt with 
his finger and smiled watching it shatter on the floor. 

The Cenobites inhaled the deep aroma of her decomposing
 flesh. Open Throat licked her lips and blood dripped from her
 tongue. She motioned with her hands and chains screeched 
out from all directions, hooks on each end embedded in 
Schuler’s skin through his clothes. Pinhead brought his hand
 up and the chains lifted the screaming man into the air. 

The Cenobite leader stood under the bleeding man and licked
his lips from the blood dripping on them. “We are not here to
 deal, we are here to tear your soul apart.” 

Albert screamed in agony, he could feel his skin slowly ripping.
 “NO…NO, I CAN GIVE YOU ROBERT PEPPER…I CAN GIVE
 YOU ROBERT PEPPERRRRRR!” Pinhead stopped and a look
 of rage caressed his face. His hands swung and the chains 
vanished as did any wounds on Schuler. The man fell to his
 knees looking up at Pinhead. 

The Cardinal of Hate glared at the crying man. “If you lie, the
 pain I will cause you will be legendry in hell, you will deliver 
Pepper to me…now.” Schuler stood and looked at his torn 
clothing. “You will resurrect my wife, then I will give you Bob 
Pepper.” 

Pinhead turned and walked to the crypt again. His fingers
 touched the walnut lid of the coffin, then he pushed the digits
 through the wood and yanked the lid off. Inside a slightly 
decomposed woman lay, dressed in a beautiful white gown.
 He looked at the woman enshrouded in silk. “Is she that
 important, is…this thing of a value that you would sacrifice
 your soul, I will deal with you mortal, I will bring your trollop
 back.” 

Schuler stood and smiled, he ran to his lap top and grabbed
 it, almost breaking it. “I will bring you what you need, I already
 know after studying text of the past what is required. My wife
 was gunned down, an innocent bystander, the fucking heroines
 of this city where in a fight with bank robbers…they caused this!” 

The bald Cenobite, Griot, and the Cenobite Merketh, the
 chatterer, walked to Schuler’s side. 

Griot held the man as Merketh punched his fist into Albert’s chest.
 The fist ripped through bone and muscle and with a yank, the
 Cenobite pulled out Schuler’s heart. But…the man didn’t die. 

Pinhead took the heart and watched it still beating. Schuler screamed
 from the agonizing pain and again fell to his knees. Pinhead
 licked the blood dripping from his gloved hand and smacked his
 lips. “I will hold onto this until our arrangement meets fruition, 
bring me what I need, then bring me Robert Pepper.” 

Ch 3 

Got Gal ran across the rooftops jumping across streets and alley
 ways. Below her a red Corvette raced through the city with the
 police in hot pursuit. The tall blonde heroine jumped another 
street and caught a steel wire used to hold up a telephone pole.
 She swung down it and was now running directly behind the
 sports car. 

Carlos Montero had his music blasting from his car, he paid no
 attention to the police. He was rich from drug deals and prostitution
so what if he killed one of his women, they where…his women!  He
 would shoot any cop that came near him and they all knew it. But 
Carlos screamed as he slammed into his steering wheel and all his 
front teeth shattered. Got Gal had grabbed the rear bumper of the 
sports car and yanked it to a stop. 

She hopped on the car and peeled the roof off. Montero screamed 
spitting blood everywhere. Got Gal grabbed the seatbelt, ripped it free
 and pulled Carlos out and tossed him to the police. 

The leggy heroine smiled to the police who jumped from their cars
 and shook her hand. “Thanks Got Gal, thanks a lot.” The heroine said
 her your welcomes and departed. Unknown to her, one cop had 
coated his hand with a chemical which he transferred to the blonde 
hero‘s hand. 

A small sports car slowly accelerated following the heroine as she
 jogged off. Got Gal ran down a small road, then she ducked into an
 alley. The car followed at a discreet distance watching her every 
movement. 

The figure in the car wore a large camera on his face so he could 
follow the chemical on the heroines hand. He watched the chemical
 signature on Got Gal‘s hand glow on the screen. The heroine 
stopped outside the alley, looked around to make sure she would 
not be seen, then ran down a dirt path to a large home. 

Schuler was now on foot running towards the home. On the mailbox,
 he noted “O’Donnel” and continued to approach the dark home. Albert 
quickly ran around the house quietly stopping and observing Got Gal 
enter. 

As she pushed the door open, Schuler pulled a small gun from his 
pocket and using a laser sight, shot a small capsule at her feet. It 
began to hiss a pink mist around the heroine. Got Gal screamed 
and spun in anger, her fist ready to battle. 

She shook her head, stumbled then fell backwards into the home.
 Albert ran and jumped over the unconscious hero and grabbed
 handfuls of her hair and dragged her inside. 

He stopped and caught his breath, then slammed the door closed 
and found a light switch. He gasped and licked his lips at the sight.
 In dragging her, Got Gal’s costume panties had rolled down to
 her ankles. Schuler gazed at a perfect blonde triangle of pubic hair. 

He leaned down and pulled her panties off her boots and smelled
 the musky odor of her pussy. “I’m a good husband, I love you
 Margie…but god look at her.” 

Schuler cautiously unclipped the Got gem and tossed it down the 
hall. He then wrung his hands and with effort, yanked up the 
heroines bra top. Got Gal’s 
huge 38G breasts stood pointing at the ceiling. Schuler used both
 hands to squeeze and knead one of the young blondes gigantic tits. 

“They are so big, god I have never seen tits so big, I have been
 faithful to my wife even after death, but you are so pretty…so pretty. 

He licked one of the nipples, then the other. He sucked them both
roughly feeling the skin wrinkle, the nipple harden. Without hesitation, 
Albert slid down the tall woman’s body and forced his face between
 her legs. Got Gal’s pubic hair was trimmed into a tiny blonde
 triangle which tickled Albert’s nose as he ate her out. He could 
smell the sweat and her natural juices had soaked her cunt. 

Schuler parted her labia with his fingers and began to lick and suck
 on Got Gal’s pussy. She let out a deep moan and her legs parted
 further. Albert pushed his face further into her cunt, concentrating 
his licking on her clit.  Even drugged, the heroine moaned and her 
body shook as she climaxed. 

Schuler unzipped his pants and dug out his cock. “Forgive me 
Margie, I have needs…needs.” He pulled himself over the blonde
 and penetrated her. Her hot pussy enveloped his dick making
 him cry out in ecstasy. “OH DEAR GOD YOU ARE AMAZING…
YOUR CUNT IS SUCKING MY COCK!” 

Albert fucked Got Gal for as long as he could then pulled out of
 her wet pussy and rolled the hero over.  His hands spread the
 firm muscular buttocks cheeks apart and his eyes locked on her
 tiny wrinkled butt hole.  

He looked around the kitchen he was in and quickly grabbed a 
small bottle of cooking oil.  Albert smiled and jammed the bottle
 top up her ass.  With a powerful squeeze, Schuler squirted the
 oil in her rectum.  

The sound of the oil spewing into her almost made Albert cum. 
 He tossed the bottle aside and climbed back on the heroine. 
 It took several minutes of pushing and  grunting but Albert let 
out a long sigh as he felt his cock slowly enter Got Gal’s ass.  

“Oh god, oh god…shit…I never fucked a woman in the ass, oh 
ggggoooddd!”  It didn’t take Albert long to cum.  He couldn’t hold 
out and thrust into her deep and ejaculated wave after wave of 
cum deep in her ass.  Schuler fell on her resting his head in her
 thick blonde hair.  He then rolled off of her and laughed. 

“Not bad, not bad at all, damn nice tight bung hole.” Schuler 
zipped up, re-dressed Got Gal and with a loud grunt, picked up
 the hero and carried her to his car. 

Ch 4 

Albert drove as fast as he could to the graveyard and his wife’s
 mausoleum. He struggled to carry the tall blonde through the 
iron gate and stopped in horror. The inside of the crypt was 
now hell on Earth. 

The walls dripped blood and excrement, as did the floor. 
Chains hung from shadows everywhere and pillars of wood
 spun with body parts hanging from them. Pinhead turned and
 extended his arms seeing Schuler. 

“Your wife awaits you Albert.” Albert screamed as Margie Schuler 
walked out from behind Pinhead, she was still a corpse, no 
eyes, rotted bullet holes from where she was shot. Schuler was
 about to run at Pinhead and attack him, but held back his anger
 and dropped the heroine with a loud thud. 

“Here, begin with this woman, use her.” Albert suddenly felt a 
massive strike of pain in his chest. He grabbed where his heart
 should be and fell to the floor. Pinhead walked to the crying man
 and stepped on one of his hands. “Do not tell me what to do 
Mister Schuler…do not order me.” 

Got Gal stirred and tried to stand up. She rubbed her eyes and
 as they cleared and immediate felt the burning pain in her
 pussy and ass, she knew she had been raped.  The heroine
 then screamed at the top of her lungs seeing Pinhead. “HOLY
 SHIT…WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” 

The Cardinal of Hate grinned and turned his back to the heroine.
 “Yes…hell, who am I…I am the sword of the Leviathan, I am the
 harvester of the decrepit and soul less I am hell.” The heroine
 jumped up and felt the pain of where she had landed on the
 floor. But even in pain she moved into a combat stance. 

“In a second I am going to whoop your ass, and don’t those
 pins hurt?’ The Pope of Death turned and glared at the heroine 
with a rage. “It is time.” The dark lord brought up his hand and
 chains screamed from all sides piercing Got Gal’s flesh. She 
cried out in agony and realized, she no longer had her gem
 between her breast’s. “ARGHHHHHHH!“ 

Pinhead walked to her and looked deep into her eyes. “You will
 not die, but you will beg for death, you will beg for hell.” As he 
turned, chains swung and stabbed through Got Gal’s body, one
 through her heart, two through her lungs and a final through the 
back of her head. 

The young woman gagged and thrashed as the chains slowly 
pulled out her vital organs. 

On the end of each chain where her organs, heart, lungs and 
brain. Tanya convulsed and gagged, her mouth spewed blood 
in all directions. The chains with the vital organs now pierced 
Margie Schuler and deposited them in her body. 

Albert watched in horror, he finally vomited and fell on the floor 
covering his head. Got Gal hung from the chains and screamed
 over and over. The agony was endless, she wouldn’t die, but the 
pain would not stop. 

Pinhead turned and glanced at Schuler. “Leave, and quickly get 
what else is needed, and remember Albert…I have her…and 
I will torment her beyond your wildest fear…bring me ROBERT
 PEPPER!” 

Schuler stood and stared at Got Gal. Her eyes glazed over as 
she looked at him in pity. “Pl…please…help me…g…god help
 me.” Pinhead laughed hearing her. “God…God watches and 
ejaculates in glee at the punishment I am serving…he watches 
and does…NOTHING!” 

Albert ran from the mausoleum and jumped in his car. He had
 another mission and had to hurry. 

Pinhead closed his eyes and transported himself to a prayer 
pinnacle. The spire of black stone rose hundreds of meters in the 
darkness of the abyss, the home of the Leviathan. He dropped to
 his knees and cast his eyes upward to the mass of energy 
congealing blood and carnage. 

From the Leviathan, a tentacle gradually slithered outward towards
 the Pope of Death. On the tentacles end, a body hung, a body of a 
woman. “You are troubled child of darkness, you have sought 
audience, what is your quandary?” 
Pinhead glanced around and could see thousands of pinnacles, 
and Cenobite’s on each. But he was the only dark guardian to get
 an audience. “I am within grasp of Robert Pepper, I am to deliver
 him to the Arbiter, but I wish to destroy his soul, not secure it.“ 

The audience was just a head and lower torso, she smiled, her
 teeth long rotted away. “You shall have your request, make him feel
 delicious pain.” Pinhead recalled the three times Pepper had been 
captured by the Cenobites and his escapes each time by someone
 pulling him back using the Lament Configuration. This time he 
would not escape. 

Ch 5 

Schuler drove as fast as he could, he knew where one of the cities
 mighty heroines would be and he needed to speak to her. Power
 Lass was just finishing a radio interview with local DJ James
 Rockport. She had appeared on his talk show to promote an 
upcoming rally for the poor to be held in Center Park. 

Schuler parked outside the station and could hear the talk show 
was coming to an end. After an hour, he jumped seeing Power Lass 
walk out casually and prepare to take flight. "POWER LASS...POWER 
LASS I need to speak to you...its urgent!" The red white and blue
 heroine had jumped into the air and landed next to Schuler's car.
 "Yes citizen, you have a problem?" 

Albert jumped from the car and shook with fear. "My wife...my wife
 Margie is being held hostage in a mausoleum at Barrymore Cemetery,
 and to make matters worse, Got Gal had been captured, help me please!" 

Power Lass was about to take to the skies when Schuler stopped
 her. "Wait, I have a note from the kidnappers, a list of demands.
" Power Lass moved close to the car as Albert reached in and
 pulled out what looked like a gun. The heroine was now angry 
and put her hands on her hips. "A gun, you threaten me with a gun?" 

Schuler shook with fear, he didn't know if the gun would work. "I’m 
sorry Power Lass, I’m so sorry." He pulled the trigger just as the
 heroine moved toward him. The weapon blasted a thick dark cloud
 of what looked like black soot. 

Power Lass immediately gagged and stumbled backwards. "Oh
 god..."cough" ggod...I cant breathe...why?" Schuler tossed the gun in
 his car and caught Power Lass by the wrist. Even in her weakened 
state, the heroine pulled free and swung a punch at her assailant. 

Schuler fell backwards avoiding the punch. He again tried to grab her
 but this time Power Lass connected with a right cross across Albert's
 jaw. The heroine fell to her knees and realized the black soot was
 magnetic powder, she had inhaled it and she was slowly getting weaker. 

Albert cried out and felt a tooth floating around in his mouth. "YOU 
BITCH...YOU FUCKING BITCH...ARGHHH!" Schuler reached in the 
back seat and seized a aluminum baseball bat. He brought the bat
 up and with all his might and anger swung it and hit Power Lass 
on the top of her head. 

The heroine dropped to the ground face first and twitched. Albert
 tossed the bat in the car and rolled Power Lass on her back. The
 heroine was bleeding from her nose and ears, and her eyes stared 
at Schuler. "You bitch, you are gonna pay, I'm gonna enjoy what they
 do to you!" He lugged the woman onto his shoulders and dropped 
her in the passenger seat. 

In moments, he was driving back to the cemetery still spitting blood. 
Stopping at a red light, Schuler pulled some of Power Lass' cape 
and wiped his mouth. He could see trickles of blood dripping from
 her forehead from where he had hit her. She slowly turned her head
 and mumbled some incoherent words. His hand lightly grazed her
 left breast and he looked at her close, then squeezed the globe of 
sexy flesh. 

She didn't react, she sat there staring at her assailant. Albert pulled
 his car into a dark parking lot and with no care, ripped Power Lass'
 costume open. Her huge breasts bounced against his hands as he
 struggled to grab them. The nipples pushed against his palms and 
Schuler twisted the sensitive pink skin. 

Albert reached around the heroine and released the seat back letting
 Power Lass now lay almost flat. It took some struggle and time but 
Schuler removed all the heroines costume except her boots. His
 hand drifted down between her legs, his fingers searching for her 
pussy lips. To his surprise he felt the string of a tampon and got
 angry. "God damn it, shit, figures." Albert stared at her huge tits and 
smiled. 

Schuler pulled his body up on top of the heroine and unzipped his 
pants. He pushed his cock between the warm globes of tit meat.
 "Margie would never do this ugh ugh...oh god so big and firm!" 

The heroine gagged and her eyes rolled up into her head. Her body 
quivered and Schuler thought she was trying to escape. He closed
 his eyes and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of tit fucking a 
goddess. 

When Albert felt the hot cum surge up his cock, he leaned forward and 
emptied his balls all over the heroines face. Hot white cum splattered 
her eyes and mouth. "Oh gggod...feels so good!" What Albert didn't see
 was Power Lass didn't blink when the jizzum hit her eyes.   

Albert fell back into the drivers seat and zipped his pants. The car roared
 to life and headed for the graveyard. 

Ch 6 

Pinhead turned seeing the doors of the mausoleum swing open. 
Schuler staggered in with Power Lass on his shoulder. "Here...use 
her, is this enough?" 

The Dark Pope of Pain brought his hand up and the heroine floated 
off Albert's shoulder and into the air. "Schuler...this poor creature is 
dead...how are we to enjoy her expression of pain if she is dead?" 

Schuler stood dumbfounded, he realized the hit to the head and her
 weakened state had killed Power Lass. "But...but you can still use 
something...please..." Pinhead glanced over to the still crying Got Gal
 and pointed to her. The blonde hero cried out in agony and a white 
mist seemed to pull from her body. The Dark Priest directed the mist 
to Power Lass who screamed as it adhered to her body. 

Pinhead laughed at Got Gal who now not only screamed in pain bu
t had a look of utter shock on what was left of her face. "I have 
removed one year of your life, it feels like death...I can taste your 
horror...it is...delicious." Power Lass now tried to move, to attack 
Pinhead. The cenobite motioned for Griot, and the Cenobite Merketh
 the chatterer, both walked to each side of the floating heroine. 

They dug their fingers into her flesh making her shriek in agony. 
Both attackers pulled simultaneously ripping all of the heroines skin
 from her body. 
Power Lass was now just a human shaped mass of muscle. She 
continued to scream looking down at what was left of her once 
beautiful body. 

Griot carried what looked like a rubber Power Lass suit to Margie 
and threw it on her. The skin adhered and slowly covered her body. 
Soon, Margie was a normal blonde woman...with no eyes. Pinhead
 moved his hand and Power Lass gagged and vomited. She blinked
 and gagged again as both her eyes where pulled from her head. 

The pain so great, the heroine passed out. The Dark Pope motioned
 and the eyes pushed into Margie's head. He then smiled, his black
 rotting teeth glistened in the dim light. "How sad, she is unconscious,
 her body reeks of pain, it is intoxicating." 

Got Gal gasped and swung her brainless head toward the cenobite,
 tears flowing from her eyes. "Jesus Christ, let us...die!" The Cardinal 
of Hate turned and looked up at the hero. "Tears...do not waste such 
suffering...die...why die, and end such pain so quickly?" Got Gal cried 
out with what was left of her strength. "As God as my witness, I am 
going to fucking kill you!" 

Pinhead laughed, his laughter shook Got Gal making her bleed all
 the more. The cenobite swung his arm in anger aimed at Power Lass. 
Three chains screamed out piercing her palms while one snaked 
and stabbed each foot. 
With a massive yank, the heroine was pulled against the wall with a 
loud slam. Power Lass cried out in agony. She now resembled Jesus
 on the cross. 

"This is my body, This is my blood, Happy are they who 
come to my Sabbat, or should you beg for father to forgive you, God is
 dead, as is his son, I am saddened that I was not there to enjoy the 
suffering." Schuler moved towards Margie who just stood staring at
 him. Pinhead glanced at him and opened his arms wide. Margie slowly
 floated to his embrace. Albert screamed in anger but realized he 
could not move. 

Pinhead embraced the new woman, his tongue licked her cheek.
 "Bring me Robert Pepper...and she is yours." Schuler turned in anger
 and ran out slamming the large oak doors. The Pope of Hate cast 
Margie aside, his eyes closed as did the other cenobites, they would rest. 

Several hours past when a large white van drove through the cemetery
 gates. It drove past the graves and parked near the cemetery church. 
Albert was about to climb out and get Robert Pepper from the back of 
the van when he saw another vehicle slowly drive through the gates. 

Schuler grabbed his gun and loaded it with tranquilizer capsules and
moved from the van to a hiding place. He recognized the car, it was red
 white and blue, it was Ms Americana. 

“Shit just what I need, how the fuck did she find out about…fuck!” The 
heroine strode up the path towards the mausoleum with both hand curled 
into fists. Schuler would need to aim perfect, she was very far away and
 if he missed, she would hear him, and most likely hurt him. 

He aimed just ahead of her and fired. Ms Americana jumped and held 
her thigh in pain, the capsule had hit her and popped as it struck the 
ground. She turned and glared at Schuler, then ran at him. “Oh shit shit 
shit…fuck!” 
Schuler waited as long as he could and fired six more capsules at the
 running heroine. Ms Americana didn’t seem to slow down, then suddenly
 she stumbled, and fell flat on her huge breasts. 

Albert still aimed the gun at her prone form and approached her. She was
 breathing, very slow. Schuler reached down and rolled the raven haired 
hero on her back. The wind blew her hair aside and Albert could see 
she was out cold. 

“Fuck, I’m surprised your alive, so much tranq in you, you should be 
dead.” Schuler knelt and looking around, leaned down and kissed the 
heroine. His tongue pushed past her teeth and he kissed her with 
passion. 

“Just practicing, yea just practicing.” Albert slid his hand down the heroines
 stomach, letting his fingers linger at the waste band of her costume 
panty bottoms. He looked at her masked face and could see how 
beautiful she was. 

“It was you and the others who where more concerned with capturing 
bank robbers, then helping my wife.” 

Schuler thrust his hand under her costume, smiling as his fingers raked 
across Ms Americana’s pubic hair. His fingers parted the heroines pussy
 lips and his thumb located the nub, her clit. 

He rotated his thumb on her clit and grinned as she moaned. Even 
drugged, she stretched out and gasped. In moments, his hand was
 soaked in her juice. 

“Oh yes, you’re a hot one, doped up and still wanting a cock.” 

Albert moved his hand stretching the costume bottom and with a hard
 shove drove three fingers deep in her cunt. Americana groaned, her
 back arched and she shook, her breasts bounced in their tight bra as 
he finger fucked her. 
Schuler grinned pushing and working his fingers deep in the heroines
 pussy. He pushed one then another inside her, eventually he had his
 hand deep in her love canal. 

“Maybe…maybe I can grab something inside you and rip it out, god even
 soaked your tight, its unreal!” Albert balanced himself on the grass and 
fist fucked Ms Americana. The wet sound of his hand going in and out 
causes Schuler to get a raging erection. 

Ms Americana, still drugged gasped and a low guttural moan escaped
her red lips. Her body trembled and shook, she suddenly stiffened, and 
climaxed. Schuler tugged his wet hand out and licked the juice dripping 
from it. 

He looked down at the semi conscious woman and remembered the
 fateful day, the day his wife was murdered. Two bank robbers ran 
from Delta First Savings heading for their getaway car. Power Lass
landed between them and their automobile. Both men turned and fired
 at the super heroine as they ran towards the street. 

Ms Americana and Got Gal arrived causing the criminals to open fire
 on them as well. Bullets flew in all directions, several of which traveled
 across the street and hit a woman sitting at a bus stop...Margie Schuler.
 The woman slowly fell over dead, laying on the bus bench. 

After the criminals where caught, the police had cleaned up the crime 
scene, no one noticed the woman on the bench. Those who did thought 
she was a transient asleep. Schuler was crying now, his tears dripped
 on Ms Americana's face. 

He stood, unzipped his pants, kicked the heroines legs apart and
 dropped between her thighs. Holding his cock, Albert pulled the panty
 aside and penetrated Ms Americana’s cunt. 

“DEAR GOD…EVEN FISTED YOUR TIGHT, UGFH UGH, TAKE IT BITCH!”
 Albert fucked the heroine wildly, the sounds of his skin slapping 
against hers echoed in the darkened graveyard. 

Schuler held himself up with one hand and yanked Ms Americana’s
 top aside with his other. The heroines huge brown tipped 38G tits 
bounced up and down with his fucking. Albert mauled and squeezed
 her jugs, pinching and twisting her nipples. 

The heroine's eyes opened slightly, she was still groggy and could 
feel him inside her. "St...op...stop...your under...arrrrest..." 
Schuler laughed at the comment and continued to pound his cock 
into the prone hero. 

“Ha, dumb bitch, oh god, I’m cumming…oh god…I’m cumming 
inside you, I’m gonna knock up you up Ms Americanaaaaaaahhh!” 

Albert closed his eyes, thrust in deep and let loose a blast of jizzum
 deep inside the heroines body. Squirt after squirt filled the queen of
 justice’s womb. Schuler fell on top of her panting, his face covered
 in sweat. 

Albert lay on the heroine for several minutes, then he rose and composed
 himself. He laughed seeing white cum seeping through Ms Americana’s
 costume bottoms. 

In the van, sitting in a wheelchair, Robert Pepper seemed not to notice
 anything, he just sat and gazed into space. Albert grunted and with one 
mighty shove, tossed Ms Americana into the van next to the wheelchair. 

Ch 7 

The doors of the crypt opened and Schuler pushed in the wheel chair of
 the dreaded Robert Pepper. "Here, here he is, he is yours, now give me 
my Margie!" Pinhead and the other cenobites turned and gazed at the foe
 they had wanted for so long. 

The Cardinal of Hate pushed Margie to Albert who grabbed the woman
 and ran out of the mausoleum. He ran with his wife towards St Mary's 
church which was on the cemetery property. 

Pinhead walked to Pepper and smiled a broad grin. "I have an abattoir
 waiting for you Robert...I am surprised, no begging, no pleading, it is a
 waste of time but it is enjoyable. We have an eternity to know your flesh!" 

The cenobite stopped and looked closer at Pepper. A look of sadness 
appeared on his pin covered face. Open Throat walked behind Pinhead 
and touched his shoulder. 

"I have not seen sadness on your face in many years, what's wrong?" 

Pinhead gently touched Pepper's cheek and ran his fingers across his
 jaw. His hand drifted to the man's hair and with a slight flick, Pinhead 
flipped the wig off. Under the toupee', Robert Pepper was bald and had
 a huge horseshoe shaped scar over his right eye. 

"He has had his soul robbed from him, he is not human anymore, just
 a shell, I weep for the man who escaped us with guile and now sits 
empty." The cenobites surged with anger, they moved towards the 
wheelchair to destroy it and Robert Pepper. 

The Pope Of Death stopped them with a simple wave of his hand.
 "To destroy...this, is a waste of our talents, no pain, no suffering, just
 a lump of flesh...so sad. But we have been duped, Schuler has tricked
 us and now he hides." 

Albert closed the church door and locked it. Margie stood dumbfounded,
 she looked at the burning candles and could smell the incense. 
"Albert, you should not have done this, I...I was in heaven, you have
 taken me from bliss and now I am going to suffer." 

Schuler finished locking the door and yelled over his shoulder to his 
wife. "Suffer...we will be safe here, they wont come in here, God will 
protect us!" Albert turned and screamed in horror as he came face to
 face with Pinhead. 

The cenobite glared at the mortal. "Do I look like someone who cares 
what God can do?" Schuler tried to run to Margie but Griot backhanded
 him across his face. Albert flew across the church and landed at the 
foot of a huge crucifix. 

Pinhead walked to Schuler and grabbed his ankle, lifting him in the air,
 he glared. "Such a sad little man, now your Margie will suffer as will 
you." Schuler flew again and landed with a crash against some pew's. 

As he pushed himself to his feet, he could see all the heroines standing
in a line behind Pinhead, uninjured, just standing looking stunned. 
He quickly looked at Margie and his eyes filled with tears. She was 
again a corpse. 
"NOOOO, NOOO, YOU CANT, YOU VILE MONSTER...GIVE ME BACK
 MY MARGIE!" The Pope of Death grinned and took Margie's hand. 
"I givth, and I takth away, she is ours now Albert." 

Pinhead touched Margie's hand and the corpse gasped as white 
damp skin grew from the touch. The pale skin covered her body as her
 dress crumbled into ash. A black ooze crept from the floor and sheathed
 her body, its form became a tight fitting body suit. The skin covered 
all of her body except her face, which remained a rotting skull. 

From behind, Merketh brought forth a large bag made of what looked
 like human flesh. Pinhead placed the bag on Margie's shoulder. He 
then pulled two pins from his head and stabbed one each over Margie's
 eye sockets. Schuler screamed and fought to move. "LEAVE HER 
ALONE DONT DO THIS...SHE IS BEAUTIFUL...PLEASEEEE!" 

Pinhead stood back and held his hands up as to present her.
"Behold, she with no expression but holder of many." Margie reached 
in the bag and pulled a blood dripping human face from it. She 
hooked the face on the nails and turned to look at Schuler. The 
face was of Schuler's dead mother. 

"Al...oh Al, I'm in so much pain...HELP MEEEEE, I AM IN HELLLLLLLL!"
 Albert cried and fell to his knees. Margie took the face off and placed 
it back in the bag. She then put a mans face on, a man Schuler
 recognized as his brother Mark. "But...Mark your not dead...your alive?"
 Mark cried out and spewed vomit on the floor. He couldn't talk, just gag 
and struggle to breath. 

Pinhead smiled and tossed Albert's heart at him. "Your brother is dying 
at this very moment, he is being burned alive in his car, a victim of his 
alcoholism, and you have the honor of seeing his death face." The
 heart beat on the floor then slowly vanished. Schuler could feel it back
 in his chest. Pinhead turned and all the cenobites began to walk away. 

Schuler screamed and thrashed on the floor to stand. "NO YOU CANT
 TAKE HER NOOOOO!" Pinhead turned and brought his hand up. 
Each cenobite vanished one at a time. "Albert...you will live with the pain
 and agony that your wife is now...ours, your actions sealed her fate, 
these heroines have a streak of honor in them that is distasteful, but 

your pain...I will enjoy it for a long long time." 

Suddenly a bright flash filled the church, and the cenobites where gone. 
Got Gal, and Power Lass shook their heads and looked at each other. 
Power Lass looked at Schuler then at her friend. "What the hell, where 
am I how did I get here, Got Gal?" 

Got Gal shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I haven’t a clue,
 I was walking in my house, then...poof!" The church doors swung open 
and a staggering Ms Americana walked in. "He attacked me, raped me
, and their is a guy in a wheel chair sitting in a crypt near by with a shot 
up corpse. The crypt has been damaged, a body has been stolen. I got
 a signal from the hero transponder that Power Lass...had died." 

Power Lass walked to Schuler and grabbed him in a arm lock. "Well I'm 
not dead, but we know what to do with rapist, we will get answers from 
him." 
Schuler was turned over to the police, he never spoke, just moaned and
 cried. Cemetery workers began the task of repairing the mausoleum. 
One worker began to make notes on what would be needed to replace
 the damage. On the floor at his feet, he found a cube.