“No.” But he wasn’t sure. For just aninstant he thought he’d seen something, a shadow moving in thedark, and perhaps a soft shuffling noise, but now it was gone,perhaps imagined. “Nothing wrong.” He turned to her, gave her areassuring smile and softly squeezed her hand. “Let’s keepgoing.”

From the darkness came more pairs ofstatues, their penises growing more and more erect, now pointingmore up than down, but Albert became more aware of the darknessbetween the statues, the thick emptiness that theirflashlights were so slowly washing away. There was something there,something in that darkness, something larger than the statues andfar more profound.

The final pair of sentinels appeared,sporting full erections nearly as long as baseball bats, and in thedarkness between them, shapes began to emerge. Albert took one morestep and all those shapes leapt together. His heart skipped a beatwith fright and he nearly cried out as a giant face appeared beforehim.

Brandy uttered a single, four-letter inputand stared, amazed. Before them stood the enormous stone face of awoman, carved from the very stone like everything else in thisincredible place. Its details were every bit as vivid as those ofthe sentinel statues. The expression was one of pure ecstasy, asthough the woman were in the throes of some great orgasm, sointense that even looking at it seemed to trouble their senses andfill them with a strange sort of arousal. There were pores in herskin, and a faint blemish high on one cheek. Her eyes shimmered,appearing almost to contain real tears. She even had eyelashes,delicate and fine. Her mouth was wide open in a frozen scream oflust, her lips soft, her teeth slightly crooked. Her tongue wasrough with taste buds, but with that same, strangely wet texture asher eyes. Her mouth was a door, opening into the wall and the nextroom. Beyond her tonsils was utter darkness.

“Amazing,” said Albert.

“Yeah. Is she what’s got these boys soexcited?”

“Maybe. I don’t know what it means.”

“She’s so real.”

“I know.” He shined the flashlight over thesurface of the face, studying it, and then peered into the gapingmouth. “There’s something on the other side. Come on.”

The two of them stepped into the screamingwoman’s mouth, careful of the teeth and the lips below and abovethem, half expecting it to snap closed and devour them both.

“Oh my god…”

It was Brandy who spoke. Albert was unableto even comment. They stepped out of the woman’s throat and intoanother room, this one smaller, but still large enough that thelight did not reach the other side. Directly in front of them, astone woman stared back from the floor, her eyes wide, nearlybulging, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was naked, her backarched, her fingers clawing at the stone floor on which she lay,her legs spread wide apart, her feet in the air. A stone man, ashuman as the woman, complete with face and greedy, lustfulexpression, knelt between her spread legs, one hand closed aroundone of her ankles, the other groping for one of her breasts. Theycould have been real people, their skin soft and damp with sweatinstead of hard, cold and smooth. Behind them, two men stood with awoman between them, all of them naked. One of the men was holdingthe woman, clutching her elbow in a painful grip with one handwhile squeezing one of her breasts with the other. The other manheld one of her legs up high while trying to guide his swollenpenis into her. They might have been raping this woman but for theexpression on her face, ferocious, greedy, uncontrollable in thestorm of her lust, her free hand groping for the penis she soeagerly anticipated. Beyond them were more, dozens more, men andwomen, all of them as realistic as the stone face that led theminto this room.

Albert took two steps forward, hisflashlight sliding across the orgy of stone. He’d never seenanything like this, had not even imagined that something like thiscould ever have been created, not even in poor detail. Arms, legs,heads and other parts protruded from the walls all around them, asif this display continued beyond the perimeter of the room. Everyimaginable type of sexual activity was depicted here. There werewomen and men giving and receiving oral sex with no apparent sexualpreference. Others were masturbating themselves or others or bothat once. Every sexual position he could possibly think up and a fewhe’d never imagined jumped out at him, life sized andthree-dimensional.

His light gravitated toward the back of theroom, where the orgy was intensified, and he went to it, almostunaware that he was moving. Directly in front of the door thatstood on the other side was a pile of stone bodies, each oneclawing and tearing, a violent and sexual brawl, where even instone he could see scratches and bruises as perhaps fifty of thesestone men and women fought for something he could not see,something above them, much higher than the ceiling would allow himto gaze upon.

Atop it all, a single woman rose up, buriedto her hips in clawing, groping arms, covered in claw marks andbleeding from her lip and nose. Even one of her fingers seemed tohave been broken in the scuffle. She was reaching up to theceiling, her face contorted into such a deep yearning that Albertcould hardly comprehend it in his own mind. Her eyes shined withwant, her mouth open, silently crying out for whatever it was thatlured her upward.

As he stared at this, Albert became aware ofhis own desires. His own penis was as hard as those around him,throbbing painfully against the front of his jeans. He wasbreathing hard, almost panting.

“Albert…”

He had almost forgotten about Brandy. Heturned to find her standing just behind him, her eyes locked onthat same, violent orgy. She was breathing in quick, shallow pants,her breasts rising and falling beneath her sweatshirt. Her kneeswere slightly bent as though she urgently needed to pee. With herfree hand she rubbed at the crotch of her jeans as though coaxing adull pain. The flashlight trembled, ready to fall. He went to her,meaning to steady her, but she flung her arms around him and kissedhim with such ferocity that he was shoved backward against themotionless yet flailing stone foot of a woman who might have beenchoking to death on a man’s entire, swollen penis and loving everyagonizing second of it. He heard something strike the floor and wasbarely aware through his confusion that it was Brandy’sflashlight.

The pain in his back was no match for theone in his head. It was like his brain was rotating inside hisskull. The things he saw made his eyes ache and his genitals throb.His yearnings were more than he could bear. In moments he andBrandy stripped each other bare and were writhing on the floor,caught in the same sort of furious sex that the stone statuesdepicted all around them. The world spun and the statues twirledwith it, the pornographic images bombarding them as they did whatno one on earth could possibly describe as making love, for it waspure animal lust without romance or even a preference for who theirpartner was, as long as that partner could satisfy that endlessburning within.

They did it not just once, but continuously.With each orgasm, Albert was maddeningly unsatisfied and burstingwith fierce wanting for the next. He kept thrusting, willing hissoftening body to respond, forcing himself to do it over and overagain, long after his body began to ache with the exertion. He wasbarely aware of the object of his lust. She cried out with her ownhungry wanting and met his violent thrusting, clawing at him,begging him not to stop, even when each heavy thrust began to drivenails of pain deep into her body. Their voices rose into theechoing darkness as they were both raped by the strange,overwhelming lust that somehow emanated from this gray room ofstone perversions. At some point Albert kicked a statue and felt anicy wave of pain wash up his foot, but he barely noticed it. Atsome point Brandy ripped out a lock of his hair, but he barely feltthat, too. And at some point he was vaguely aware that one of thestatues was moving among the others, but that did not matter anymore than the pain. All that mattered was the lust.