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STORY CODES: Demonic, Satanic, Supernatural, Incest, Young Ones, Forced-Feminism, Abuse, Rape, Sodomy, Bondage, WS, Snuff.
CREATED: 01.02.2026 (V18)
The Fall Of The House Of Usher 1
INSPIRATION FOR “THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER”
The original 1839 version of “The Fall Of The House Of Usher” was written by Edgar Allan Poe. In this story, an unnamed narrator comes to the aid, of his terminally sick childhood friend, Roderick Usher. Poe’s tale possesses the quintessential features of every Gothic tale — a haunted house, dreary landscape, mysterious sickness, and doubled personality — for all its easily identifiable horror elements, however, part of the terror of this story is its vagueness.
The Netflix 2023 version of “The Fall Of The House Of Usher” is an American gothic horror television show created by Mike Flanagan. The story is told over 8 episodes. In this version, Roderick Usher is the CEO of a dubious pharmaceutical company that has been marketing an addictive drug. Confronted by the authorities, who seek to bring them to justice, the story begins with the prospect of an unnamed informant (an insider) who will bring them down. Unhinged, Roderick calls for a meeting with his accuser, after the mysterious death of all his family members, he is ready to unveil his darkest secrets.
SYNOPSIS TO “THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER”
A once prosperous family falls upon hard times.
One dark night, returning to his roots, our protagonist, Roderick Usher, arranges an impromptu meeting in “House Usher” where he confesses his sins to his adversary, Augustine Mason. Augustine is not surprised, as he has long suspected and pursued the Ushers for decades.
So what happened? Back in 1987, could “House Usher” have been an illicit child porn mill, where Roderick Usher, and his incestuous twin sister, Madeline Usher, entertained many perverted ideas of what to do with their private school? Were the shocking rumors true? Did they planning pedophilic parties? Did they participate in dark satanic rituals? Were there many victims of forced feminism, rape, and even murder? One can imagine, all kinds of lecherous liaisons were possible behind those high walls.
In Roderick’s confession, he hinted that there were unnatural forces at play therein “House Usher”. He speaks of “her” a mystical ancient, called Verna (an anagram of “Raven”) with the power to change their fortune. Could that be true or was that just an excuse? Could the twisted twins have made some of their older children, part of their illicit “family” so that the sexual and satanic abuse could continue? What were these unquenchable evils that lurked in “House Usher” that seemed hell-bent on inspiring such awful wickedness?
Now that Roderick has told all, what will become of him and Madeline? More importantly, could this awful darkness, that threatens to consume everything, find a way to extract its final demands?
CHARACTERS IN “THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER”
- Augustine Mason — attorney, Roderick’s nemesis
- Roderick Usher — protagonist, patriarch of the Usher family
- Madeline Usher — incestuous twin-sister of Roderick
- Annabel Usher — Roderick and Madeline’s mother
- Verna (an anagram of “Raven”) — the antagonist and transgendered devil
- Sammy — a young male runaway who newly arrived at House Usher
- Lily and Jamie — two young effeminate orphans who had both become willing acolytes
- Sergeant Lucy Perez — detective investigating the Ushers
ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY — CHAPTER ONE (1,078 WORDS)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.” — Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”
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01.01.2024 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (NOW)
It was close to midnight on a dreary night. Attorney Augustine Mason climbed out of the taxi that had come to a halt at the end of the long dark driveway. The rain was threatening to fall at any moment as angry clouds raced hastily across the ragged moonlit sky. Augustine, a man of some fifty years, felt weakened and weary but was driven by the strength in his convictions.
He cautiously walked up the broken steps towards the large, old Usher house. It had been years since he’d been there. No, decades. Its darkened windows showed nothing but emptiness and decay. He went to knock on the door, but it opened by itself, with an eerie creak. The hairs stood up on the back of Augustine’s neck. Why had Roderick Usher chosen this damned place to meet? What did his adversary have to say to him? Could he expect a confession at last?
“Are you coming in?”
It was the voice of Roderick Usher. Augustine stepped into the hallway illuminated by the open fireplace, in a room beyond the connecting corridor. Inside, he saw the familiar face of Roderick Usher, seated opposite in a large leather chair.
“Take a seat, Augustine,” suggested the cordial, Roderick, “A drink?”
Augustine stood steadfast in the doorway.
“Why have you called me here, at this late hour?” he replied plainly.
“This is where it all began,” Roderick said critically, “Don’t you want to hear my confession?”
“Why now?”
Roderick stood up and poured himself a drink. He held up the bejeweled bottle of cognac for Augustine to see.
“Have a drink, Augustine,” he said, “It’s a Henri IV Dudognon Heritage Cognac Grand … You know a single pour probably costs twice your annual salary.”
Augustine shook his head.
Roderick Usher was always so pretentious … so arrogant … so proud. Bringing this man, and his twin sister, Madeline Usher, down had been Augustine’s obsession. They had both evaded every investigation, and every criminal charge, and dodged every legal bullet possible … why now? Why in this awful place?
”Because, I don’t have long,” Roderick answered the unasked question, “Please sit. You will have my confession … I assure you, please …” he continued gesturing to the padded armchair across from his.
Augustine sat on the edge of the seat. He took out his recorder and placed it on the armrest.
“Kidnapping. Abuse. Prostitution. Pedophilia. Torture. Rape. Snuff … Are you telling me you’re ready to confess it all?” asked the attorney.
Roderick wet his lips.
“You will have it all. Yes. Everything. But, you must hear me out.”
Roderick sipped on his cognac from the crystal glass that sparkled in the light from the fireplace. The drink seemed to smooth out the edges, as he appeared to bear his soul, to the one man who sort to bring him down … the one man who had pursued him relentlessly, all these years.
“My sister, Madeline, and I … twins … we didn’t exactly have an easy childhood, you know? You see after our father died … we were only twelve at the time and my mother, Annabel, wasn’t right. She began to abuse us. Sexually. She forced us into her bed. Nightly, she would make us … have sex with her and with each other. We knew it wasn’t normal. We both knew it. It was awful and shameful … but we did it for her. She had an appetite for the bizarre. Incest wasn’t enough. Never enough … For her, she needed it to be profoundly filthy, blasphemous, and highly perverted.”
“Is this an excuse or a confession?”
“Hear me out, Augustine. You have to understand. I will give you what you want.”
Augustine sighed. Was this, yet, another elaborate ploy? Abuse. He understood abuse. But was that an excuse to become an abuser? To do an unspeakable act of wickedness … there was no excuse he could give. None.
“Madeline and I — we both did just as she wanted. She was demanding. I don’t know if it was out of fear or curiosity. But, we became what she wanted — two incestuous perverts, and willing accomplices in her twisted sexual games. As I said, she wasn’t right. Maybe it was her sickness. But we both loved her dearly. We did, despite her abusive ways. And then she died. We were sixteen by then. Old enough to take of ourselves. Brother and sister. Twins. Incestuous lovers. Our father hadn’t left much except this house … and then we met her.
Augustine was shocked at his words but remained poker-faced. He checked the recorder. Her? Who was he talking about?
“She was beautiful. That much I remembered clearly. With hair as dark as that of a Raven. Her name was Verna. Strangely, an anagram of the same word. I only realized that years later … she said that she’d known our mother … a so-called friend of the family … that she knew our plight … being left without either a mother or a father. She asked us what we needed. She asked if we could have what our hearts desire … what would it be? Madeline and I told her that we wanted … Everything.”
“This woman. Verna. She took you in?”
“No. Not exactly. She just said that ‘Everything’ comes at a price. We weren’t sure what that all meant. But she promised that we’d have it all. Everything — Riches. Wealth. Power. Sex. Lots of perverted sex — she added that we’d never want for anything. Of course, we thought she was crazy at the time. But then things began to change.”
“How?”
”Well, subtle at first, but both of us felt them. We both never really gave it much thought. The promise of prosperity and promicuity, fame, and fortune … It was a long time ago and my memory gets a little hazy. We’d almost forgotten about her. But the events of late, reminded us both, of that encounter with the Raven. I will come back to that later. But, looking back, I see, from that day that the wheels had been set in motion.”
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EAGERLY I WISHED THE MORROW — CHAPTER TWO (1,253 WORDS)
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore. — Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”
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31.12.1987 — THE HOUSE OF USHER AT NEW YEARS EVE 1987 (36 YEARS EARLIER)
Young Roderick and Madeline sat outside on the veranda of their parental home and watched the fireworks against the night sky. In the distance, they could hear others celebrating. It was nearly time for the countdown.
Neither Roderick nor Madeline felt much joy. Only the day before they’d mourned the loss of their mother, Annabel, to a strange and unfortunate condition that had never been adequately explained to them. Their thoughts were more survivalist. What would they do, now she was gone? What was to be their fate?
A bird sat nearby on the silhouette of one of the leafless December trees that edged the property. Was it a blackbird? No, more like a predatory Raven. Its bright eyes watched the twins. Flying down, it landed a few feet away from the couple as they sat on the veranda, still looking hopelessly upward into the night sky.
“You looked lost,” said a soft female voice, “Why so melancholic?”
They both turned towards the unexpected voice, to see a woman dressed all in black lace with a feathered neckless. She looked delicate. Sublime and sensuous. Her attractive face was lit by a radiant light. Her smile was almost carnivorous.
“All is not lost,” she said, “For you have each other. A great gift of your mother … May I … sit with you both, for a while?” asked the enigmatic woman.
“Please,” replied Roderick, who was already taken in by her beauty.
The woman sat down between them. Her arms seemed to reach behind their shoulders and wrap around them, enveloping and drawing them to the warmth of her ample bosoms. Roderick’s lusty young eyes were drawn immediately to the sheer transparency of her clothing. The woman’s sharp eyes noticed him lick his lips, subconsciously, as he stared at her pale flesh, erect nipples, and towards her loins.
“Do … do we know you?” asked his sister.
“My name is Verna,” said Verna, “And you are Madeline and Roderick. The twins of Annabel Usher. Brother and sister …. and torrid lovers … Yes, I know all your secrets and I envy your lustful passions.”
Verna turned and spontaneously kissed Roderick on the lips.
Her hand cupped the back of his head and pressed him closer to her. Verna’s generous lips were open as she covered his surprised mouth. She kissed him deeply, wantonly and passionately — as if they had been long-lost lovers.
Madeline just watched expectantly.
Roderick gasped for breath. He’d never been kissed like that before.
Then Verna turned towards his sister. She smiled at the girl’s look of abject hunger. Verna pressed her ravenous mouth over Madeline’s … not just kissing … but devouring her with equal ardor. Their tongues met, danced, and dueled together.
Verna stood up.
“Come, let’s return to your mother’s bed,” she said, “There is much to do …”
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They walked inside their dark house. Verna held Madeline’s hand and Roderick followed obediently behind them. The house was a large place. So many of the rooms remain unused. Verna led the both of them upstairs into their mother’s bedchamber, the bed of incestuous sin. The fireplace was warm and illuminated the room with an eerie orange glow.
Both Madeline and Roderick followed eagerly, as if under her succubus spell. Her pheromones seemed to have flowed into both of the young incestuous lovers — making them beyond hungry for deviant lust — they urgently needed to appease their new goddess … “The Raven.”
“Undress,” she said plainly.
They did as she ordered. Once naked, it was obvious that Roderick’s cock was already rampant. The tip of his cock was wet and dripping with precum. Madeline’s cunt was slippery with her juices and her vaginal lips open. Her clitoris pocked forward like a little cock. Both seemed very eager to offer themselves to this exotic stranger. They held hands.
“Show me your dark passions,” she ordered, “Please me, as you pleased, Annabelle … your mother!”
They had begun to mutually masturbate each other, but their eyes never left Verna’s lustful gaze. She was magnetic. The fire, behind Verna, burned with dark energy. She held their attention, just like their incestuous mother. Madeline’s delicate fingers were wrapped around her brother’s throbbing cock. He groaned. Roderick’s fingers were pressing inside his sister’s slimy cunt. She sighed.
“Call me, Mistress Raven,” groaned Verna, “Kneel. Both of you. Kneel before me.”
They did as she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress Raven,” they answered in unison.
Verna smiled at their compliance — no — their eagerness. Still dressed in her black lace and feathered gown, her hands pressed their heads together, so that they began to kiss each other, as they knelt, and masturbated one another. Verna donned a demonic bird-like mask that covered her upper face. Her dark eyes appeared to pierce through the eyeholes as she looked down upon them both.
“This house will become more than a secret place of depravity that your mother created,” said The Raven, “It will be a den of iniquity, a place of great evil, wickedness, and sexual debauchery. I promise you that your orgasms will be more powerful than ever … Your dark lust will be great. You will turn House Usher into a sanctuary for those who have fallen. Young orphans. Child runaways. Victims of sexual abuse. And you will learn to use them — they will become your sexual playthings.”
Both Roderick and Madeline noticed an unusual bulging, that seemed to be straining against the inside of Verna’s fitting lacy gown. It looked as if it had a life of its own, seeking to be released. What was it? Verna begins to fondle it, rub it through its lacy confines. Roderick licked his lips. Madeline bucked against her brother’s fingers. They were ready.
“Thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!” groaned their Mistress Raven.
The bulging thing beneath the semi-translucency of her dress … twitched and throbbed.
“Yes, I am the messenger of the devil,” she finally confessed.
Again, with her hands on the back of their heads, she steered their open mouths forward to kiss this bulging thing. And as they did, her lacy gown disappeared to reveal her androgynous cock. It was thick, long, and dripping with hardness. They both kissed her turgid flesh … feasting upon it as they worshiped Mistress Raven’s phallus with their mouths. They both took turns to lick it, suck it, and masturbate it.
“Together, we must all worship the true God of the World, praise the Devil, and thank him for these unholy gifts,” she groaned.
Verna, now naked, beside her bird-like mask, stepped between them, as they knelt before her. Rodrick’s fingers teased her low-hanging testicles as he continued to eagerly suck her dark-skinned cock. Madeline parted Verna’s buttocks and began to hungrily eat her oily anus, her tongue pressed upwards into the dank brown flower in the “black kiss”.
”You will want for nothing. You will never be caught or punished for anything. You are both my evil acolytes … a priest and a priestess to the darkest of all Gods.”
“Yes, Mistress Raven,” answered Madeline.
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DECORUM OF THE COUNTENANCE — CHAPTER THREE (1,280 WORDS)
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” — Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”
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01.01.2024 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (NOW)
Augustine wiped his brow with his pocket handkerchief. It was simply incredulous. What a spin! Did Roderick expect him to believe such utter bullshit? Verna sounded like a character from some kind of a gothic horror story … next, he’d be implying that she offered to buy his soul!
Instead, he said, “I think I will have that drink now.”
Roderick poured him a glass of the cognac and passed it to him.
“I know it sounds crazy. Lord, I would have thought the same myself, if I hadn’t been there — if it hadn’t been Madeline and I — that had been drawn into this …”
“Look, you called me here at this awful hour, to hear your confession, to all the wrongdoing that you have brought to this town — so far, all I have heard has been flights of fancy … delusions of grandeur … and fictional accounts of your misadventures!”
“This is but the beginning. You will hear exactly what you want. But, I must tell you everything … as bizarre as it sounds … as crazy as it got! All the kidnappings, abuse, prostitution, torture, and murder … All of it! I promise …”
Augustine sighed.
“So, where was I? Right. Madeline and I talked about what happened that night back in late December of 1987. The memory was kind of misty. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But, we saw an opportunity to use our late father’s property as a refuse — a halfway house — for those as lost as we were … orphans, runaways, victims of child abuse. It wasn’t hard to fake all the necessary paperwork — back then, everything was analog. The authorities were administratively inept, almost duplicitous in our twisted scheme. And it all happened, just as Verna said it would …”
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01.01.2024 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (NOW)
“As I mentioned. Verna or Mistress Raven as we called her, had told us we’d have everything we’ve always wanted,” said Roderick, “We’d want for nothing. We’d have a life of indulgence, lust, and passion. But there would be a price to pay. Nothing comes for free, right? Verna had said that we’d never be caught, never be punished for our wrongdoings — no matter how severe.”
He paused and sipped his cognac.
“We’d get away with murder,” he continued, “It was a reassurance that gave us both the confidence to take many new risks, and do many immoral things. We simply didn’t care about the plight of others. Some may have called us, pathological … but honesty, we felt like gods. We saw the vulnerable as ours to use. The halfway house quickly filled with those who had fallen between the cracks. Unloved. Unwanted. Uncared for. All perfect victims for Madeline and me to take full advantage of. There were a few that were more than willing to assist us … like evil acolytes … and once I got a taste for young sissy boys, their tight anuses, and their permanently hard little cocks … they were as wicked as we were …”
“You were evil. A reprobate, a pedophile, a psychopath!”
Roderick laughed.
“Looking back, I can see what you mean.”
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15.02.1988 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (PAST)
Mistress Raven made many appearances and used these visits shaped many evil events.
Roderick and Madeline now referred to the homeless that stayed at House Usher as their “special guests”. It sounded so charitable and hospitable. But the truth was far from that. Verna, or the Raven, had provided them with many dark and unnatural secrets. Potions for paralysis (that allowed for complete awareness of the victim without physical resistance) and extreme aphrodisiacs (that drove the victim to almost sexual insanity for as long as it was effectual). There were also many occult spells for conjuring for getting their twisted way. Even black magick that could temporarily change their sex. They came in handy during their obscene and sometimes deadly games.
The large concrete basement had been converted to a shine to worship the demons of their loins. This was where many of their most depraved acts took place. The darkly decor inspired the occult mind. Several huge red Saint Andrew’s crosses were mounted on the coal black walls that matched the floor and ceiling — like the blackness of the Raven’s wings. At its center was a large black altar bed, with blood-red satin sheets, a strong metal frame above for bondage, and low, metal barred, cages below for imprisonment.
An ugly demonic idol, covered in, what appeared to be, semen and human waste, dominated one of the walls. Around the other sides of the room, that didn’t shelf the instruments of sexual abuse, were covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors. There were several places in which victims could be hung, restrained, positioned for easy access and abuse. In the floor space were drains to wash away any filth or blood. A network of video cameras affixed from the ceiling would capture every angle of their demonic rivalry. House Usher also possessed a huge furnace that, on occasions, was used to destroy any evidence of their cruelty and wickedness.
It was on one of these appearances that Mistress Raven demanded a sacrifice. A human sacrifice. There was always a price to be paid for their anonymity.
Roderick and Madeline had two young acolytes, Lily and Jamie. They were both effeminate boys, willing accomplices, and eager to please.
Tonight, they had chosen a new arrival. A young runaway, called Sammy. His nativity and trust would be his downfall. Lily had befriended him first. Jamie had been the one to coax Sammy into believing that Roderick and Madeline were good people — that he was safe with them — but once inside the basement, Roderick grabbed him and quickly tore his modest clothing from his frail body. He secured his ankles and wrists, so that he hung helplessly from the framework of the altar bed.
Sammy began to cry. He didn’t understand why they were doing this to him. He’d trusted Lily and Jamie. They’d said that no harm would come to him. They’d told him that the basement was a place for fun. Whose fun! Why was he restrained and hung completely naked? He felt so vulnerable.
The basement, that surrounded him, looked ominous. It was all decked out in dark red and black. The thumping beat of the tribal music sounded menacing. There were black candles. Many, many black candles. There was a huge roaring fireplace. The illumination made the statue in front of him glisten with its oily and slimy surface. It was an ugly, hideous thing, with the face of a bird of prey, with black feathered wings, demonic horns, large breasts and pert nipples, clawed feet, and between its thighs, rose an enormous erect penis.
He’d never seen Roderick or Madeline without their clothes on. They all wore these bizarre bird-like masks. Lily and Jamie were naked too. Their nudity scared him. No longer tender caregivers … they appeared evil — like four wicked demons. Standing together, the boy noticed that they were all touching their excited genitals. Roderick stroked his turgid penis. Lily and Jamie were stroking each other. Madeline’s fingers pressed against her erect clitoris. All of this began to drive the young boy into a complete and utter panic.
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MY SOUL FROM OUT THAT SHADOW — CHAPTER FOUR (1,096 WORDS)
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore! — Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”
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15.02.1988 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (PAST)
“Let me go! Let me go!” He squealed like a little piglet.
There was someone else there too. He hadn’t noticed the stranger before, hidden previously in the shadows. Her face was covered in the same, bird-like, mask. They had all been calling her “Mistress Raven” and there was something strange about her pale feminine anatomy … though he was scared to look, Sammy couldn’t help but notice her small, pert breasts … her narrow waist … but between her thighs, just like the ugly idol, rose the fully erect penis of a man.
“And his eyes have all the seeming,” chanted Verna, “Of a demon’s that is dreaming.”
Roderick grinned broadly as he furiously masturbated.
Madeline was the first to approach Sammy. He was shaking from fright. It seemed that they all wanted him to be that way. His fear was like an aphrodisiac for these demons. Her hands traced the shape of his taught young body as it hung helplessly in front her. Her fingers lightly caressed his nipples and the she lent forward and kissed them. Lifting her face from his small chest, she tried to kiss his mouth. He flinched and turned away. She only laughed and began to touch his flaccid genitals as he hung, exposed before them.
Roderick climbed onto the altar bed behind him. He steadied himself against the mattress and used the sturdy frame to get into position. The boy felt Roderick’s hands on his waist. It was a firm grip. He wriggled against Roderick’s hold, but Roderick was much too strong. That’s when he felt the tip of Roderick’s erect cock, as it rubbed back and forth between his spread thighs, along his sensitive perineum. The audience of Madeline, Lily, and Jamie all moaned in approval … then, young Sammy felt Roderick’s cock directly pressing against his tight virgin sphincter.
“Please! Stop! No! Let me go. I won’t tell anyone,” tiny Sammy cried, “Just let me go.”
Sammy began to wet himself in pure fright. His warm urine flowed uncontrollably from his little flaccid penis. Madeline quickly bent down on her knees, gripping his little cocklet between her fingers she guided his piss-flow into her open mouth. She greedily gulped down his watery pee.
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The twisted, lifeless, broken body of the boy was finally thrown into the furnace. In minutes, it was reduced to ash, as all the evidence of flesh, blood, and bone was gone. She’d demanded a human sacrifice. Their secrets were theirs. The darkness protected them. They were untouchable. House Usher was the domain of sexual demons, doing the most awful and atrocious this.
After, the bird-masked, Roderick had painfully sodomized the crying, young boy, it had Madeline. She had worn a strap-on dildo for this occasion. This had been followed by Lily, then by James. They’d all taken perverted delight in his suffering. In the aftermath, the boy’s battered body hung limply from the altar bed frame. They’d not allowed him to pass out, as his awareness of their torture and abuse was all part of the offering.
The Raven had watched them, with vicious delight, as they all served her evil, dark will. The crazy thumping of the Devil’s music inspired the rhythm of their fucking. The video cameras purred silently capturing every action. Lily and James had used their mouths and hands to pleasure her, and while Roderick and Madeline took turns on the boy. Then, once the adults had satisfied themselves, they switched places. Roderick’s mouth and tongue pressed against the Raven’s anus, while his sister, sucked and masturbated the demon’s cock.
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01.01.2024 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (NOW)
“Look, this ain’t going anywhere,” said Augustine, “All these fantasies of demons, devils, succubi … they’re just that … fantasies … I know what you’ve done and it’s time you faced the music. You called me here for your full confession. All this talk of Ravens is just another lie … a scapegoat … even if you’ve been lying to yourself … you and your evil sister need to pay for what you’ve done.”
Roderick just smiled.
“Madeline was the one that killed that Police Sergeant of yours. Remember, Lucy Perez. There. Something concrete, right? She was suspicious and started to snoop around our prostitution. You sent her after us. Only we got the drop on her first. And Madeline … well … after I raped her, Madeline stabbed her in the throat. Her eyes were all bulging and she had that look of disbelief. Madeline enjoyed it. She said something about the bitch had it coming.”
Augustine looked speechless for a moment.
“What happened to her? What did you do to her? She was never found. What about the murder weapon?”
“Ah, the trail of evidence, right?”
“Well, it wasn’t as simple as that. I believe that you had a hand in her death,”
“What do you mean?”
“Were you the one that asked her to spy on us?”
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01.01.1998 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (PAST)
It had been almost ten years to the day since Roderick and Madeline had first met Verna. Life had been more than generous to the twins. At twenty-six years of age, they both lived in a luxurious downtown apartment. A penthouse. Their business interests flourished. Everything they touched turned to gold. A true Midas Touch. But their businesses were not exactly what most would refer to as legal.
Quite the opposite. The couple, single-handedly, ran much of the underaged prostitution and human trafficking in the city. It was a business of wickedness and misery but a highly profitable business that seemed to be outside the usual perusal of the law. The police and the authorities had their hands full and were simply too busy fighting the drug cartels and escalating gun violence. Little of their attention was expended on these invisible crimes.
The twins had surrounded themselves with those who were as evil and twisted as themselves. But, both of them had taken to it, like the proverbial duck to water. They seemed to be naturals at this. Evil was in their blood. It was almost too easy.
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THING OF EVIL — CHAPTER FIVE (1,073 WORDS)
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” — Edgar Allen Poe, “The Raven”
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01.01.1998 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (PAST)
A young prosecutor, called Augustine Mason, had been assigned to take up the case. As he saw it, the Ushers were a scourge. A dynamic duo of devilment. They needed to be brought to justice. His investigating officer was Sergeant Lucy Perez. She was a thirty-five-year-old, career officer, and though she hadn’t made detective, was used to the process of criminal investigation of organized crime.
“The Ushers … what do you make of them?” asked Augustine solemnly.
“They’re clean, sir,” answered the Sergeant, “Nothing seems to be out of order. I checked all my sources.”
“My gut tells me otherwise. There’s something going on, right under our noises. It’s big. I know it. But, I cannot prove it. And that’s the problem. The law isn’t about right or wrong … it’s about what you can prove.”
”Sounds like you’re having a bad day,” laughed the Sergeant.
“Just take another look, Lucy,” asked the exasperated prosecutor, “I know they’re up to no good!”
”I’ll swing by tonight. Take another peek. Cannot promise anything, okay?”
“I’d appreciate it … discretely … okay?”
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Sergeant Perez did as the prosecutor asked. It was late, maybe close to three in the morning. She wasn’t sure what exactly she was supposed to find or what she was looking for, but keeping an eye out for clues. It was mostly a fruitless exercise but that was the job.
From the outside the twin’s residence appeared quiet. All the windows looked dark. It was as if everyone was sleeping. Perez was about to leave when a large black van pulled into the driveway that led to the house. She hid behind one of the old trees that lined the road and crouched down, out of sight. The van turned and stopped and she observed two figures emerge from the front. The doors slammed, as if the perpetrators felt no need for secrecy or silence. They moved to the rear door and pulled three or four smaller figures, like children, from the back of the van. There seemed to be a struggle. Then a muffled cry.
What the fuck was going on? Perez moved forward so that she could get a closer look. She didn’t get much further, a blow to the back of her head, sent Sergeant Perez helplessly to the ground.
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She awoke suddenly. Everything was groggy. A ritual seemed to be in progress. The chiming of a little bell. Repeatedly. Her head hurt. Was that pagan music? She could smell the pungent aroma of incense. Her vision was still blurred. She thought she saw naked figures … were they dancing?
She could hear the intermittent sound of crying children between the ominous chanting.
They’d stripped her of her uniform. She was completely naked and hanging from the ceiling. Her legs were parted by a metal spreader that was fastened to her ankles. Her wrists were bound. Her head hurt something bad. Blood was trickling down her neck from a wound on the back of her head.
She tried to turn and looked around the dark interior. Was it a basement? Was she still at the House of Usher? Wherever she was, it seemed that there was a lot of fucked up shit inside — like devil worshippers stuff — what the fuck happened? She remembered being outside near the drive way. There’s been a large black van. She’d been following the sound of crying children. She’d suspected it was human trafficking. Abduction. Abuse. Were they pedophiles? The prosecutor had been right.
There was a dozen or so children. They were all naked. Dancing naked and touching themselves and each other, as if putting on a performance for the devil worshippers dressed in bird-like masks, both men and women, who also seem to be masturbating as they watched. She recognized the twins. Roderick and Madeline Usher. The ones that the prosecutor had been after. They seemed to be orchestrating things …
They all stood in a tight circle around a low platform. The children were performing oral sex upon the adults, that thrust their loins against their faces, chanted evilly, calling for a demon to appear. Was it a cheap magician trick? There was smoke and in the center appeared a woman kneeling on the platform … Perez thought she was a woman … but her anatomy wasn’t quite right … no, she thought, women don’t have erect penises?
Perez wanted to scream, but her mouth was filled with a thick rubber ball-gag.
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01.01.2024 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (NOW)
“Well, I guess I now know what happened to Perez. She was a good woman. She deserved better,” said Augustine.
”She was a lousy detective. We bested her without much effort,” replied Roderick.
”And that … that thing that supposedly appeared … I’m guessing that was your so-called Verna or Mistress Raven?”
“The Raven is real, I tell you. She orchestrated the whole thing. We just became her puppets.”
“You’re murders … both of you. And you will hang for this!”
“Yet, there is more. Much more. Or would Perez be enough for you?” asked Roderick, “You mentioned kidnapping and human-trafficking, prostitution, torture and rape, and our lucrative snuff film business?”
“For the record … are you admitting to all of this, Roderick?”
Roderick sipped his cognac. He looked into the amber liquid and smiled.
“Isn’t that why we are here? The beginning. And the end. Like the serpent that eats its own tail. Dear, Augustine, it is the Ouroboros, an ancient symbol that represents the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth, and is often used to symbolize infinity and the cyclical nature of the universe — The Raven taught us many occult secrets — black magick, potions, spells … and we used them upon the weak, naive, and innocent. I see it now for what it was …”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Roderick,” muttered Augustine, “You and Madeline, are monsters. Evil. Twisted monsters. And for that, you will hang. You’re right, it’s your beginning and your end …”
“Hang we might. But, you must allow me to continue …”
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WHAT OF DARK MAGICK — CHAPTER SIX (805 WORDS)
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!
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21.10.2010 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (PAST)
Madeline looked at her reflection. Both Roderick and herself had changed very little since they’d met the enigmatic Verna. Was it black magick? It was as if their youthful features had been preserved somehow. While others had aged around them, she could still see that twinkle in her eyes, of someone unaffected by all that they’d experienced. She remembered the story of “A Picture Of Dorian Grey” and how Dorian, the Victorian twink, had remained unchanged, while his painting aged and suffered the ravages of his outrageous lifestyle — but neither Roderick nor herself had any such painting.
She touched her youthful, soft breasts. Her soft cones of flesh were still like blooming young buds. The thrill of sex never left her. She was constantly horny. Only that she needed more, and more perversions lately. Of course, she shared everything with her evil brother. Like her, he was rarely sate with anything short of extreme but sometimes there were moments of reflection on how different things could have been. How would have things turned out? What if they’d never met Verna? They were destitute. Their mother and father both gone. How would they have survived?
Madeline shrugged off this sudden malady of reminiscence. She turned to look at the young girl that lay in her bed. Unconscious? Dead? So sweet and demure. Her nakedness stirred a spark between Madeline’s legs. Her cunt was instantly wet as she remembered taking this sweet young thing. The sex had been hot and somewhat marvellously violent. The sharpness of her pleasure had been all one way. Her way. Against the girl’s protest, she’d forced the young child between her wet legs.
“Lick me. Lick me there,” she’d screamed at the miscreant girl, who dared to cry and bemoan her demands for sexual pleasuring, “Lick my cunt. Lick it now!”
The tiny thing had been so scared. Terrified. Maybe that was what Madeline had enjoyed most. Her abject fear. Yes, this had made the murderous woman, so high and excited. She faced-fucked the girl, soaking her in her oily cunt juices. Her clit had been so demanding. Bigger. Much bigger! Yes, make it huge, she thought. Verna had a way. A secret way that enabled Madeline to change her genitalia. Her clit could swell under these secret conditions and become as thick and protruding — at least as big as her brother’s delicious cock.
She stroked her flesh. Wet and hard. Hard as any cock. It felt so wicked. She was a succubus. Madeline felt like the devil’s daughter.
“Suck it! Suck my clit!” she’d screamed at the poor little child.
It was violent. She’d fuck the child to death. And looking at her wasted, tiny corpse, Madeline knew the devil was between her legs. She’d grabbed her tightly, lifting the girl’s weightless body up and over her impossible appendage. The girl had been screaming. But Madeline paid no heed. In fact, her high-pitched voice seemed to only intensify Madeline’s cursed enjoyment. Evil begets evil.
Roderick loved to watch. He was there. Naked, prone, and very excited too. He’d been masturbating furiously throughout — he groaned loudly in appreciation of her transformation, as his cum sprayed upwards like a gooey fountain, just as she plunged her clit-cock into the young girl — tearing flesh and breaking her in the process.
“Satan be praised,” she’d heard her brother cry as his orgasm erupted.
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01.01.2024 — THE HOUSE OF USHER (NOW)
”Where is your sister, Madeline?” asked Augustine.
Just then, Augustine heard noises from the basement below.
”She’s downstairs,” Roderick gestured with his glass, “She’s in the basement. She won’t give you any trouble. She knows it time for us to come clean,” answered Roderick in anticipation.
“I’m no priest,” muttered Augustine, “There’s no absolution here. Both of you will hang high for these evil deeds. Your death will not be enough to pay for the destruction and suffering you have both caused!”
“I don’t seek absolution. We don’t have any need for it. But there is a greater evil here — that drove us, led us down this dark path, and our death will not stop its gathering of new acolytes to continue its secret plague.”
“Ahhh, you still insist in talking in riddles, Roderick … all this exclamations of demons and devils … your imagination is rich with scapegoats for your own deviant crimes …”
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THE END?
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