Lips Like Sugar
Club Land in the 1980s
Chris and Cassie love to explore each other’s sexuality. Now it’s time to discover The Ultimate Fantasy
i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking itâs way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Leviâs. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earthâs surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
i hadnât known him for very long. in fact, i barely knew him at all. i had met him at a local coffee shop just a few days ago. he stood awkwardly, at about 6â4, he looked extremely out of place, uncomfortable in his own skin. i watched him from the table i had seated myself at a few moments ago, sipping my vanilla latte. his dark, sullen eyes darted to every corner of the room, taking in the slightest detail. eventually, his gaze shifted to me. i offered him a friendly smile, but his facial expression did not budge from the cold, hardened mask he wore. he continued to glance around him nervously, iâm sure a fly would have better luck capturing his attention than i did.
a scruffy teenage boy, probably only a year or two younger than myself, handed this mysterious man his coffee. the teenager seemed to be intimidated by him, i could tell by the way he avoided any eye contact. i understood why he was hesitant. to my surprise, the man started heading in my direction. the seconds turned to centuries as he approached me.
it was my very first time seeing him head on, and i was stunned by his rugged beauty. he wore a black lip ring, with a small silver stud right beside it. snake bites i believed they were called. it looked as though he had neglected shaving for a few days, giving him just the right amount of stubble to be considered sexy. his thick black hair was swept over his forehead, almost completely in his eyes. it was messy, like he had just crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ended up here. a single blonde streak marked the front left side of his bangs.
as he moved towards me, i saw his confidence grow with every step. he no longer looked like he had outgrown his own skin, like he was out of place here. this is exactly where he wanted to be, where he was always meant to be. then he smiled at me. it was the first time iâd seen his expression change since he entered the poorly lit coffee shop. the hardened mask that once held his face in an icy glare, shattered. i watched as a grin started to take itâs place.
he was effectively moving in slow motion. his deep blue eyes glistened, despite the dim lighting. his eyes seemed to be smiling more so than his smile itself. his shirt was powder blue, and the top two buttons were left undone. i could make out a few letters of what appeared to be a chest piece. the only letters left uncovered by the flimsy cotton were â..ake you su..â. i couldnât even guess what it fully read, but i was quickly side tracked by the rest of his flawless form. my eyes continued to scan him downward, i was absorbing every inch of him.
the fabric of his shirt was so thin, i could make out the fine lines of his six pack, and the smooth V that started at his hip bones, dipping down into his pelvis. he wore a white studded belt, with several of them missing. he looked just the slightest bit unkept, like he wasnât aiming for sexy, which described him better than any other word in the english language.
after an eternity of anticipation, he reached out for the seat directly across from me. he slowly sat down, then met my gaze. i was melting, his look ignited a fuse deep within me. i was going to burst into flames, simply explode in the presence of this god-like being. his eyes were the brightest of blues iâd ever witnessed, with a green-yellow ring surrounding his pupils. i could drown in those eyes. i watched him wet his perfect lips with his tongue, then part them to speak.
âhi. iâm Seth.â
he extended his hand towards me, expecting me to shake it. i suddenly became unbearably self conscious. i was so caught up in the sex appeal that was oozing from his every pore, i forgot he was an actual human being. i realized my mouth had been hanging wide open, and i was salivating. i quickly cleared my throat, and attempted to regain my composure.
he sat there smiling goofily, his head slightly cocked to the right. his hand was still extended in front of him, waiting for me to break out of my stupor. i shot out my hand, and swallowed. my mouth had become dry, and i had to blink a few times to ensure that this figure of absolute perfection was reality, not some figment of my over active imagination. why was he wasting his time talking to a girl like me?!
âexcuse me, iâm Danielle.â
i went to grasp his hand in mine, ready to give him a firm handshake. it truly was nice to meet him. i will never forget the first time Sethâs flesh grazed mine. my entire body broke out in a series of goose bumps, and the only thing i can compare the actual contact to is sticking a fork into an electrical socket. i gasped, jumping clear out of my seat. my face began to flush, i looked down at my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment from him.
he smiled at me, and allowed a small laugh to escape from his perfect lips. god, i adored his smile, especially when it was aimed in my direction. Seth looked deeper into my soul than i ever could myself. i was hooked.
âare you alright?â he began to look concerned. i must have looked like such a complete idiot, i had to salvage this somehow. i could not let him slip away.
âuhm.. uh yeah. you must have picked up some static electricity somewhere, you shocked me.â
fuck, i was stuttering. i sat there wishing i had worn my yellow sundress that day, rather than my grey sweat pants and university tee. i should have done something with my hair besides piling it into a lopsided bun on the side of my head. i should have taken the time to apply some eye shadow, perhaps some blush. then again, if i had taken the time to do all that, i could have completely missed him.
i wasnât completely sure what to make of this lovely human in front of me. i was extremely drawn to him, yet some alarm was going off in my head, telling me to run, to be afraid. i wiped the perspiration from my palms onto my sweat pants, and gave him the sweetest smile i could manage. i probably looked sick, and i certainly felt like spilling the contents of my stomach right about then. he seemed not to notice though, or he was trying to spare me from any further humiliation.
âsorry about that.â
he took a sip of his coffee, black with only one packet of splenda. i nearly fell out of my chair hearing the silky smooth, baritone voice that was emitted from those lips of his. my legs were shaking, with the rest of my body following suit. i did not want to be there, yet there was no place else iâd rather be.
âso, do you go to the university?â
i lit a cigarette, for the sole purpose of having something to do with my hands. maybe the nicotine would help to calm my nerves, but i doubted it. i blew the smoke up towards the ceiling, and watched it as it spiraled upward, then disappeared.
âyeah.â he smiled. âiâm studying psychology. i live in the dumpy apartments just off of campus. itâs not the best place, but it serves itâs purpose.â i contentedly watched as he pulled out a cigarette of his own. great, at least thereâs one thing i have in common with this perfect being. i lit it for him. i was trying to picture which apartments he was talking about, then realized they were only three blocks down from my own place. i wasnât sure what to say. he seemed so at ease talking to me, and i was such a complete and utter disaster. a hurricane was taking place inside of me.
âahh, i live right down the road from you then, on 22nd street.â his face seemed to light up, that perfect face. i began to stare at his chest, where his shirt was left to gape open. taunting me, not quite showing me all that i wanted, but giving me enough of a taste to desperately crave more.
âi may have to pay you a visit sometime then.â
him, come visit me? why would he even say that to me, he couldnât possibly be interested. he finished off the rest of his coffee, and glanced at the tacky clock mounted on the wall.
âi have class in 15 minutes, so i better get going. i just couldnât pass up the opportunity to talk to a pretty girl such as yourself.â he beamed, he knew he was in control.
âalright, hopefully iâll see you around again soon.â
i had turned crimson, and my ears felt as if someone had doused them in lighter fluid, then cruelly lit a match. he reached out to me, and stroked underneath my chin with his index finger. another electrical current rocked my small frame. what the hell was wrong with me? his eyes twinkled.
âsee ya.â
with that, he threw his empty coffee cup in the bin marked ârecycleâ, pushed open the thick cherry wood doors, and disappeared from the gaze of my starving eyes. i looked down at my hands, surprised to see my lit cigarette still poised between my index and middle fingers. i shook my head, attempting to comprehend what in the fuck had just taken place. minutes passed, i sat there, deep in thought. i reminisced about those beautiful blue eyes, fantasized about the way he bit onto his lip ring while he was waiting for my reply. i got so lost in the afterglow of him, i jumped when the manager told me he was closing up for the night.
i rose from my seat, my knees buckled beneath me. i could barely keep my balance. i held onto the corner of my table until the circulation returned to my legs, then i wobbled out into the warm spring air.
when i got home that night, i couldnât sleep. i wasnât even able to consider sleep. i was still far too consumed with something that had occurred hours ago now. i just couldnât shake the thought of him, he stuck to me like velcro. i paced around my tiny one bedroom apartment, chain smoking, wondering when iâd see him again. if iâd see him again. somehow, i knew i would. he lived close enough, and our paths had already crossed once, they were certain to again.
the next few days were agonizing. i spent my free time walking around campus, praying iâd run into Seth again. i went everywhere, five times at the least. i went to the local park, ignoring a couple heatedly making out on a bench to the left of me. i visited the library, pretending to look at countless books i had no intention to check out. i went back to the coffee shop, three times in one afternoon. i had only entered once, to purchase an iced chai. the other two times i walked by slowly, peering inside the dimly lit lounge area, searching for the boy i knew i wouldnât find.
my nights, i would lie awake in bed. i desperately needed to sleep. i tried everything! counting sheep, playing soft music, going out for jogs in the middle of the night hoping i could exhaust myself. i did drift off a few times, but my slumber was shallow, dreamless. the third night i cried, i simply could not hold it back a second longer. i wrapped myself up in my sheets and blankets, and bawled like a five year old that had dropped his ice cream cone.
i was going insane! mad, i tell you! this was not normal, or healthy in any way. i was obsessed with this strange man, who iâd only met once. weâd only exchanged a few words during our brief encounter, yet i clung to them as if they were the only words i knew. i told myself i had to stop this, i didnât even know this guy i was so lovesick over. guys like him did not take interest in girls like me. even if i did find him on one of my wild goose chases, i knew i would be far too nervous to actually approach him. and if i did approach him, i would have nothing to say. if i did find something to say, it would be idiotic, and he would probably wind up laughing in my face and walking away.
i told myself these things, but i didnât want to believe them. he had called me pretty, and he obviously approached me for some reason. i remembered the way he had smiled at me, and my heart began to flutter.
that night, i went on another one of my jogs, trying to tire myself. it was 4:51 am when i left, my destination was the park. hopefully some fresh air would help me to escape this insanity, at least temporarily. i shut the door to my apartment, and checked twice that it was locked before i left. i walked through the front door of the apartment building, out onto 22nd street, and gazed up at this strange structure that i called my home.
i tucked my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie. it wasnât cold out that night, but the slight breeze made it uncomfortable to leave your arms completely bare. i studied my feet as i walked along, i watched the tassels of my worn out moccasins swing to and fro.
i had almost reached the park, when i heard footsteps behind me. i turned around, but was only greeted by darkness. then he stepped into the small puddle of light cast down upon the sidewalk by a single street lamp. i rubbed my eyes. i hadnât slept in so long, i figured i was just seeing things. what could Seth possibly be doing walking around the park at nearly five in the morning? what the hell was i doing walking around the park at the same time?
then he smiled, and flashed those perfectly straight teeth at me. i waved at him, and he waved back. i was dumbfounded, frozen in place. Seth began walking toward me, yet again moving in slow motion. he wore a simple white V neck, but it clung to his fit form perfectly. i could just make out the dark outline of a few of the letters inked into his flesh. â..ll ma..â was all that his shirt left uncovered. i looked into his eyes again, and lost myself just as i had the day that we met at the coffee shop, and in all the countless day dreams i had of seeing his glorious face again.
he stopped in front of me, and folded his arms across his chest. he studied my face for what seemed to be hours. trying to dig up information with solely his eyes, attempting to figure me out, to break me with his stare. realistically, it only lasted a few seconds. i could not guess what he was feeling, he looked emotionless, he was yet again wearing his cold mask. then he spoke.
âfollow me, i want to show you something.â
i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking itâs way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Leviâs. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earthâs surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
his legs were much longer than mine, and i could only cover about half the distance he could in a single stride. i was having trouble keeping up with his frantic pace. i felt beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. what could he possibly want to show me in the woods during the middle of the night? i watched as he walked along, his muscles rippling under his thin cotton shirt. we continued to follow the same beaten bike path, i had no sense of how long we had been walking. i looked about me as we passed tree after tree, their twisted branches entangled with one another. the wind was blowing through their naked limbs, emitting an eerie wailing that pierced the dead silence. i could hear the rush of water.
we reached the end of the bike trail, and he led me through the dense brush off to the right. the water grew louder. i leaped over decaying logs, ducked under vines blocking my path, i nearly fell several times. i was far too distracted by the sight of him to pay much attention to my footing. we came to a clearing, and i saw the most beautiful sight i had ever witnessed in all of my nineteen and a half years.
the sun had just started to peek over the hills, drowning everything in sight in an orangey-pink glow. the stream was shallow, more like a creek, but the current rushed by with the speed and intensity of a jacuzzi jet. the water was clear, i could make out the tiny colorful pebbles dotting the bottom of it. you could see them being pushed along, beat down into the rock by the powerful current. the trees had not yet begun to bud, but the grassy area in the clearing was abundant with signs of the coming spring. small yellow flowers were scattered about, swaying in the slight breeze. i was honored that he had shared this wonderful place with me.
i turned my gaze to Seth, he had been watching me, trying to gauge my reaction.
âitâs beautiful.â i said it with both my voice, and my heart. he turned his attention back toward the bubbling water, reflecting the pink of the sunrise.
âi know, iâve never visited this spot at dawn. come closer dear, thereâs no need to be shy..â he grinned. something about his smile this time made my blood run cold. it was not the genuine, playful smile he had worn at the coffee shop. he scared me, but he lured me in like a moth to flame.
i inched closer to him. my hands became clammy, and i felt my pulse quicken. i stood directly in front of him, gazing into those eyes of his, awaiting my next instruction. i could feel the heat radiate from his body, and i basked in our closeness. i was too lost to make any move for myself, i was in his hands now. he stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
the initial shock of it startled me, even though i had learned to expect it. it was different this time though, he did not pull away. he held me, and i could feel his touch radiating through my every cell. my body was buzzing, i was a live wire. my wobbling knees could no longer support my weight, and i allowed myself to collapse into his chest. Sethâs scent was intoxicating, pure poison to me. it was unlike anything iâd ever smelled before, for it stimulated more senses than strictly my scent. i had not yet had my fill of our wonderful embrace, when he pushed me away.
he grabbed me by my shoulders, and shot invisible daggers of hate straight through me with his glare. his eyes were aflame with rage. the yellow rings encircling his pupils began to dance around in the surrounding bright blue. he raised his hand, i admired the strength and size of it, i was impressed at how quickly he snapped it back down, flattening his palm, slapping me in the face. i was stunned. but i could not move, could not cry out for help, i was immobile. besides, i wanted to stay here with him. he was wonderful. i knew that i should be afraid, but i wasnât. i was finally alone with him, i had his full attention. i was finally getting what i had yearned for. i quickly accepted my fate, knowing there was nothing i could do to change his mind anyway. if i were to cry out, and beg him to release me, he would only become more enraged. i submitted to him.
Seth grabbed me by my hair, digging his fingers deep into my scalp. he dragged me to the edge of the creek. he had become an entirely different being in a matter of minutes, a being even more fascinating and hypnotizing than he had been before. he had become purely animal instinct, and i was his prey. he slammed the right side of my face into the jagged end of a protruding rock. i heard the sickening crack of my cheek bone, my entire body was set aflame in pure agony. the blood began to trickle down my face, onto my chest. a dark red stain formed, soaking through the thick fabric and onto my skin.
he was far from done with me though. he violently tore off my sweatpants, yanked my sweatshirt over my head with haste. i heard the fabric of my camisole tear, as he ripped it away from my shaking body. his hands began to tremble as he reached behind me to search for the clasp of my bra. grasping either side, he pulled, bending the small metal clasps. my bra fell to the ground. he admired my newly exposed flesh, but only for a split second before proceeding to remove my panties.
Seth stepped back, and removed his own shirt. i saw him standing there, but my brain was not able to process the image before me. his fingers worked quickly, removing his belt, undoing the single button securing his jeans to his body. one foot at a time, he stepped out of them, along with his boxers. he forced me down onto my hands and knees, and shoved my bleeding face into the icy water. the freezing cold began to dull the throbbing in my cheek.
Seth got in position behind me, slowly easing his manhood into my now dripping hole. he was almost gentle with me for a split second, a low groan escaping his lips. he made love to me, and i was in absolute heaven. the friction he was creating inside of me was beginning to start a fire, building pressure, pushing me further and further toward the edge. i didnât care about my damaged face, or the fact that Seth would hold my head under the water for almost a full minute. he would then allow me to resurface, sucking as much oxygen into my lungs as i could, before returning to his tortuous pattern.
he was playing with me, this was all just a childish game to him, and i was taking advantage of every second. gripping my hips he administered one last thrust, emptying his seed deep into my womb. i climaxed, feeling his manhood jerk and spew wads of his hot cum against my cervix. he reluctantly pulled himself out of my ravaged sex, replacing his wonderful member with something terrifying.
i saw the shiny flash of metal, reflecting the colors of the sunrise. he plunged it into me before i even fully realized what the object was. i felt the blade dig into my flesh, slicing and carving into my vaginal walls. he fucked me brutally with the knife, completely ruining me. my blood mixed with his semen gushed out, coating my inner thighs with the gory mess. i screamed, and screamed and screamed. he made no move to silence me, i continued until my voice grew hoarse and eventually failed me. it was a lost cause anyway, there wasnât a soul out there to hear my pathetic cries for help, and i wasnât sure that i even wanted to be rescued at this stage in the destruction of my once beautiful form. i began to grow light headed, i blacked out to escape the sheer agony i was in.
the next thing i was aware of was my broken form was being lifted off the ground by my hair. i opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of Sethâs bare chest. his tattoo read âi will make you suffer.â black splotches blinked across my line of vision, and my mind entered the darkness for the last time.
i watched from above as Seth drug my lifeless body away from the water, he kissed my still warm lips, and once again sexually used me. he pulled a backpack from the nearby shrubbery, and produced from it a chain saw. i apathetically looked onward, as he sloppily dismembered my legs from my torso. the motor of the machine was deafening, but it did not quite drown out the disgusting popping sound of my blood vessels being ripped apart. the saw sliced through my thigh bones as if they were nothing but warm butter. blood and flesh were flung by the chain in all directions, splattering Sethâs lovely face with my most precious bodily fluid. he grinned, this time it was the smile he had flashed me at the coffee shop, only a few short days prior. i couldnât help but to smile as well.
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Sorry its been awhile. Life gets in the way and it’s been awhile since I’ve written. I’ll post the rest of this story, but I’ve started to re-write almost everything.
just a quick story to try out my new account
A post-apocalyptic world of sin and carnage. The only light to salvation rests within the confines of one ancient box, and the bleeding heart of an explorer who has lost it all.
A young boy by the name of Alex living in future Britain where hooligans own the streets with the police at their mercy 4 young boys enjoy ultra-violence, rape, torture and other sadistic games. DARE YOU READ?
Maxxim had often pondered over the very real dangers of using Internet chat rooms. He had heard stories of young people being lured into potentially dangerous liaisons after they had spent hours during many weeks chatting to guys who often turned out to be contriving perverts or worse. However, here he was a mature and sensible 30-year-old Italian who had become fixated with an English guy of similar age and interest on MSN. Maxxim had enough common sense and intelligence to recognise the dangers posed by such a friendship but he was certain in his own mind that the guy in the chat room named Dan was genuine, sincere and straightforward. There was clearly nothing sinister about him; why should there have been? Dan had actually arranged to meet up with Maxxim on a recent snowboarding trip to Italy but unfortunately Maxxim was unable to get the time off work and so missed the opportunity to meet up with this great guy.
Danâs profile on the Internet depicted an athletic, fun loving, macho male who enjoyed travel, most sports and the social scene. He also came from an Italian background and loved Italian food, so now after several months of contact, Maxxim was eager to meet up with him and hopefully this would be the start of something meaningful and worthwhile in his life for the very first time. Travelling from his native Italy to England posed no problem to Maxxim. He had visited London on several occasions and had liked it there. There was a cosmopolitan air to the place that made him feel comfortable and relaxed. However, although he was looking forward to his latest visit, the excitement he felt was also tinged with a little trepidation of the unknown. He was putting a lot of trust into a guy he had never met before and in a foreign country at that. Nevertheless, it was something he was now determined to see through to its conclusion, whatever that may turn out to be. As before, on other occasions in his life, he was going to trust in fait and all that it had to offer him.
At the arrivals gate, passengers from Milan dashed quickly by, each frantically looking for relatives and contacts in the crowded foyer. Dan waited calmly, unruffled by the hysteria that was going on around him. He looked relaxed but his heart pounded with excitement as he peered beyond each passenger as they passed, trying to picture Maxxim as he had seen him on the Internet pictures that he had been sent. Suddenly there he was. With a nervous looking smile on his face Maxxim caught sight of Dan and as they both grabbed each otherâs hand to shake they both then grabbed each other closely to give a gentle hug. Dan thought that Maxxim was even better looking than the pictures had made out. He had a fresh appearance and his cheery smile made him look exceptionally striking. As he hugged Maxxim he sensed his muscular but lithe form beneath the clothing and inhaled a rugged muskiness masked by faint but delightfully citrus cologne. Eddie will be truly thrilled with this guy, he thought to himself deviously as he looked across the foyer to see a large round, middle aged man eagerly staring in their direction. Soon the two young men departed the airport car park in Danâs car towards Danâs home in the country.
Dan had inherited the beautiful old house set in its own grounds, which lay on the outskirts of a very small hamlet 30 miles or so from London. Although slightly decrepit through lack of maintenance the house looked regal in the early evening sun as the car approached through the tree-lined driveway. The two men got out and as they did so the door to the house opened. A middle-aged man walked out and approached Maxxim. He stared intently before picking up his luggage and without a word carried it back to the doorway. âOh thatâs Eddie,â explained Dan to a rather startled Maxxim. âHeâs from the village and tends the gardens and does odd jobs. I asked him to stop by to build a fire to welcome us. The nights are a bit chilly in England this time of the yearâ. Eddie placed the bags in the hallway and looked fervently towards the Italian guest. Maxxim felt a chill run down his back. Although he was comforted by Danâs presence, the gaze that the big guy gave him was sinister and disturbing. Turning to Dan, Eddie smiled before saying goodbye for the night and as he disappeared walking down the driveway, Maxxim felt instant relief at his departure as the two young men entered the house at last.
As Dan showed Maxxim round the house, the Italian was quite surprised by the extent of neglect. It was warm enough inside however, and the living room had a large fire ablaze in the open fireplace. The smell of burning wood was pleasant enough and disguised the stench of dampness and age that seemed to emanate through the whole room. Dan explained the fact that he had only recently moved into the house and that his plans would involve a great deal of renovation. As they entered the kitchen Maxxim looked in awe at its size. It reminded him of the old Hansel and Gretel story he had heard as a youth. Oak beams protruded from a scaly white ceiling and several ancient looking hooks and chains adorned their splintered surface. The floor was slate and made the whole room feel cold and stark despite the presence of a blazing open fire set aside a giant oven that lit up one side of the room.
âApparently years ago they used to entertain guests on a regular basisâ, explained Dan. âMy old aunt was a real socialite. There was several kitchen staff in those days and servants too. Iâm afraid youâre going to have to make do with me as the cook tonightâ. Maxxim smiled and began to feel hungry at the mention of food. It had been a long day travelling and now he really did feel ravenous. âI a little hungry yes Dan?â said Maxxim. âMaybe you ave a some pasta for sure for some food to eat for your friend Maxxim?â Dan smiled at Maxximâs cute way with the English language. He spoke good English but the accent made him even more adorable. âOf course my friend, of course. I will make you a nice pasta meal. Hereâs your room, refresh yourself and maybe take a bath if you wishâ. Iâll have something ready for you within the hourâ. He then left Maxxim to his room so that he could freshen up while he returned to the kitchen to cook up some food.
âDonât feed himâ came an abrupt voice as Dan entered the kitchen. Dan looked startled and turned towards the voice. It was Eddie. He had returned to the house and was now warming his hands by the roaring open fire. âBut he is hungry Eddieâ retorted Dan. âHe has been travelling for a long time. The least I can do is make him a nice mealâ. âI want him tonightâ came the quick but unperturbed response from Eddie. âHe looks delicious. I can smell him. I canât wait until tomorrow. I must have him tonight.â He turned to Dan and put his hands on his shoulders. âYou know I need him. I want him tonight. As soon as I saw him at the airport I knew it had to be tonight. I canât wait; itâs been so long since the last one. You really must allow me to have him tonight Dan ⌠you must. Please donât feed him!â Dan smiled and turned towards the large oven and stared. After a long thoughtful pause he turned to his friend and said, âOK Eddie, I know that it must be so. Iâll leave it all up to you. Youâre in chargeâ. Eddieâs grin now stretched across his face and his tongue nervously touched his upper lip. âYou wonât regret it Dan, I promise. I will make you a superb cooked breakfast in the morning, just like before. You wait and seeâ. Dan smiled back at his friend. âI have no doubts about that Eddie. Although this time itâll be a continental breakfast though surely? Italian sausage sounds just great to me ⌠just greatâ.
Several stairs creaked as Eddie sneaked cautiously upstairs towards Maxximâs room, which was soon before him. His breathing was heavy and unpredictable as he tried to control the erotic sense of emotion deep inside. He could hear Maxxim splashing about in the bath as he washed himself down. Eddie had a clear vision of the Italian in his mind and craved for the moment that the handsome young man would belong to him. As he opened the door he immediately sensed the musky smell of his prey. Maxximâs discarded clothes lay around in an untidy heap on the carpet and on the bed. Eddie edged gently towards the clothing listening attentively to the splash noises in the adjoining room. He picked up Maxximâs underwear that lay on the carpet. Almost gasping for breath he brought the slightly soiled garment up to his face and inhaled deeply through his nose. He closed his eyes and absorbed the masculine odours within. This was going to be some prize pig, he thought to himself, as he edged closer to the bathroom door.
Eddie had used his blowpipe and shot dart on two previous occasions. The darts were coated in a resin that stuns the recipient on entering the bloodstream. As he entered the bathroom the two menâs eyes met for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly, Maxxim leaped up from his bath in anguish at the intrusion. Eddie was riveted by the Italianâs look of horror and his pitiful attempts to cover his nakedness. He was so overcome with the scene before him that he almost forgot to blow the dart, which landed deep into the left side of Maxximâs neck. Distraught with both fear and shock at the invasion of his privacy by such a terrifyingly sinister guy, Maxxim tried to step out of the bath to protest, not realising that he had been injected in the neck with the alien substance. Suddenly he felt dizzy and as a hot sweat flushed through his body he collapsed with a splash into the soapy water beneath him.
Grunting and gasping for breath in the shear excitement of the occasion, Eddie leaned over the bath to get a better look at his victim. He reached down into the warm soapy water and pulled out the plug. The water immediately started to drain, gurgling loudly as it gushed down the drain. He stared with a yearning as more and more of Maxximâs body came into view. He reached down and stroked the soft wet flesh on the Italianâs smooth upper torso. The young man was very fit and lithe and Eddie was particularly pleased to see the outline of the rib cage beneath a small but muscular layer of flesh. He then felt the muscle in Maxximâs upper arms, which were also quite fleshy but firm. By now all the water had drained from the bath and Eddie began to rinse the remaining frothy bubbles from Maxximâs body with fresh warm water.
Maxximâs breathing was gentle and regular as he lay there in his unconscious state. Eddie stared at him for a little longer, slowly inhaling the smell of his victim and appreciative of the delicious meals that ultimately lay before him. He desperately wanted to inspect the Italian further but instead decided to lift Maxxim out of the bath. After removing his own clothing Eddie heaved the Italianâs dead weight out of the bath and over his shoulder. As he did so he felt his cock throb and ache with delighted pleasure. To feel Maxximâs warm, soft, damp flesh against his own as he carried his prey out of the room was so erotic. He felt thrilled to grasp the perfectly rounded arse cheeks and as he moved towards the stairwell, he found his hand stroking the smooth, muscular flesh, his fingers probing towards the moist and slightly hairy crack. He now relished the fact that this delicious example of human flesh belonged to him. This was not just going to be his third pig feast but quite undoubtedly this was going to be his finest longpig yet.
Meanwhile, Dan had been waiting patiently downstairs. He knew that Eddie liked to stalk and ultimately âbagâ his prey on his own. He was very excited as he heard the scenario unfold upstairs, but knew from the previous occasions that he would not be disappointed with his own share of what lay ahead. Soon the large Englishman emerged at the top of the stairs. He had a full hard on, and was carrying Maxxim over his shoulders. As he watched Eddie descend, Dan noticed his friendâs hand was clasped firmly over one of the Italianâs beautiful arse cheeks. The sight of this made him very horny and within minutes he too had stripped naked and began wanking off with gusto as Eddie entered the kitchen and dumped Maxximâs naked body face down onto the large table that lay within.
âNow to inspect the meatâ, said Eddie with relish and began feeling and massaging with both hands, the soft pale coloured flesh at the thighs and buttocks, and along the backbone up to Maxximâs shoulders. âTruly stunning Dan. I think youâve hit the jackpot with this guy. He is absolutely gorgeous. Well done my friend. Well done indeedâ. He then parted the cheeks of Maxximâs arse. Eddie had a particular fetish with the male arse hole and this wasnât anything to do with him using it as an orifice for sexual relief as such. He just adored the look and smell of them. He also enjoyed eating them literally. Of his two previous victims, Eddie had taken great pleasure in devouring the sphincter meat single handed without Dan being able to get even a sniff of either. Dan guessed from Eddieâs behaviour that this latest acquisition was not going to be an exception to this rule. However he didnât really care too much because Eddie always made him a special breakfast on the first morning after the kill. That was something he was now looking forward to. Yes indeed.
âOK Dan, lets get to work,â said Eddie as he left the kitchen through a door that lead to a utility room. Pretty soon he re-emerged pushing a giant framework made of wood. Dan assisted his friend and pretty soon the framework was through the door. The framework was almost like a vertical rack, with two pairs of fixed cuffs situated at the top and bottom. âLets try him in it for sizeâ said Dan as the two men manoeuvred Maxximâs still unconscious naked body against the frame. Eddie forced each hand into a cuff and clasped them shut. Maxximâs legs hung downward several inches short of the brackets that contained each lower cuff. âHeâs a bit shorter than the last one Eddieâ, sniggered Dan as Eddie began adjusting a middle section of the framework to accommodate the size of the Italian. Eddie smiled. âCertainly is, but as they say, its not the size that counts itâs the quality, and weâve certainly got the qualityâ.
Pretty soon Maxximâs ankles were each clasped and secure and Eddie began to readjust the tension so that the Italian was nicely stretched out and taut on the framework. âWhat do you reckon then Dan?â enquired Eddie. âI think weâre in for a real treatâ, replied Dan massaging Maxximâs rigid abdomen and feeling the contours of his rib cage. âIt appears that Maxxim has looked after his body especially for us to devour. I hope heâs not too disappointed in me when he comes roundâ. Dan laughed and then approached the spread-eagled Italian. â His cock looks very appetising Eddie. Are you going to cook it up for us both in the morning?â I love it when they have foreskin onâ. âOf course I will Dan. However I need some help from you later when we clean him out. If thatâs OK?â Dan knew that Eddie preferred him when it came to gutting their victims. Although he had only done it twice, he had become accustomed to certain techniques and knew what he was doing and besides, because Eddie was actually doing all of the killing, it was the least he could do.
Dan and Eddie only had to wait for about twenty minutes before their Italian victim came round. By then Eddie had forced a large green apple into Maxximâs mouth to prevent any undesirable outcries. As he opened his eyes, Maxxim saw Dan and Eddie both in front of him. How had he allowed himself to fall for such a foolhardy trick? Dan had been so trusting and caring towards him over the months. OK, that other guyâs manner towards him had been disturbing but surely Dan would protect him. Alas by the look on Danâs face now, that clearly wasnât going to be the case, but why had they got him secured and spread-eagled in this way? He was going to find out, all too soon
âHello there my precious longpigâ said Eddie using his most sinister voice and almost drooling at the mouth as he spoke. âYou are a fine specimen, arenât you?â he questioned without expecting a response. As he spoke he ran his rough skinned palms over Maxximâs smooth white abdomen. âThose ribs are so divine. I will look forward to gnawing away at the tender meat from them later. Oh yes my friend we are going to eat you. I think your meat will be so succulentâ. He turned to Dan and grinned. âIt is a good job you didnât feed this pig earlier Dan, I think his stomach is quite emptyâ, continued Eddie as he patted Maxximâs tight belly that did in fact sound quite hollow. Maxxim began to fear the worst. He had read stories on the Internet about cannibal serial killers around the world and the way these two guys were talking he was going to be the next victim of such an atrocity. He closed his eyes in despair as Dan himself began to caress his out stretched body and burrowed his nose into his hairy armpits and inhaled.
Eddie began to caress the Italians cock, stretching it gently and massaging it in long, adoring strokes. As he cupped his captiveâs hairy balls he sensed them stir and in time Maxximâs 6â cock began to grow in both girth and length. Although his predicament was horrifying, Maxxim couldnât prevent his natural body reaction to such erotic stimulation. As Eddie disappeared behind him he sensed his buttocks being embraced. Maybe these guys were just pretending. A scary kind of role-play from which they would soon depart, thought Maxxim as his sexual arousement continued unabated. The thought of the sinister fat man devouring the flesh from his arse down to the bone actually acted to further arouse Maxxim and he knew he was on the brink of orgasm. Just then he felt Danâs lips touch his swollen cock head. At the same time he sensed Eddieâs tongue enter his arse hole. This was too much and within seconds he jetted his man seed deep into Danâs welcoming mouth. Simultaneously, Eddie experienced the delightful sensation of Maxximâs anal muscles contracting repeatedly around his tongue as the Italian reached full orgasm. The same sphincter muscles, he thought to himself, that he would be devouring so greedily later in the week.
Dan swallowed the warm; almond tainted man seed before gently squeezing the shrinking cock shaft with his lips to release the final vestiges of juice from within. Eddie was licking his lips profusely having fully explored the inner reaches of the Italianâs rectum with his tongue. âAbsolutely first class my friendâ said Eddie as he reached towards Maxximâs lowered head with his mouth and pecked him on his cheek. Your anus is totally mouth-watering. I could almost taste all the pasta and pizza shit you have eaten today. I am really looking forward to roasting you and eating your cute little hole. It is getting late Dan we really must get to workâ. Maxxim now knew his fait. He began to whimper but the apple in his mouth restricted his protests and his shackles made his body so inflexible that his struggles hurt his wrists and ankles intensely.
Suddenly Eddie unhitched a catch on the framework that allowed him to spin the inner frame supporting the Italian through 180 degrees. Maxxim found himself upside down. The pain in his ankles was unbearable and the cuffs had fractured the skin on his lower shin allowing blood to slowly trickle down his leg. Eddie began to laugh and continued to spin the framework so that Maxxim fluctuated between being upside down and the right way up. When he finally came to rest again Maxxim was again upside down and was struggling to focus his eyes. When he finally did, he saw with horror Eddie clasping a large knife in one hand and an old fashioned tin bath in the other. He approached Maxxim and carefully placed the old tin bath beneath the Italianâs trembling head. Maxxim knew this was the end and quivered with shock at the thought of his body being eaten and digested by the fat Englishman. His flesh would add yet more excess weight to this hideous man. Dan too would gnaw at his bones and between them they would devour every ounce of meat from his finely toned body.
Eddie now leaned down towards Maxximâs throat. As he did so Maxxim noticed the Englishmanâs erect cock bulging out in front of him. He started to think about what was to become of his own cock and balls. Would these guys actually cut them off and cook them? Would he feel any pain? Was he really going to be gutted? If so, the two men would see all of his innards. The whole thing was a nightmare and surely he was about to wake up. Suddenly with a quick swoosh of his hand, Eddie cut through the neck of Maxxim and the Italianâs body began to shiver. Blood gushed from the open wound into the tin bath and Maxxim saw and heard no more. Eddie released the cuffs from the hands and they flopped downward towards the ground, the right arm in particular twitched erratically as the nerves within settled in death. Dan then approached, and taking the knife from Eddieâs hand, grabbed each lower arm and meticulously and neatly severed through the flesh just above each elbow. Then with a hacksaw he cut through the bone to remove both lower arms completely and placed them in the nearby sink to drain. Blood now oozed from the open wounds as the upper arms fell forward and dripped relentlessly into the tin bath below to join the huge amounts that had already accumulated.
Dan then grabbed the knife again. He moved his hands towards Maxximâs still warm ball sack and encouraged them to flop forward. He felt several inches along the curved muscle that ran from Maxximâs ass hole towards the cock root and gently cut into the flesh. In a rotary movement and grasping the cock shaft at the same time, Dan carefully cut away the ball sack and its contents and cut in deeply to remove the complete cock away from the pubic bush. He placed the entire package into a dish that Eddie offered him. âTomorrows breakfastâ he said with a wink and a grin. âNow to finish off before bedâ. With this he turned to the still dripping carcass of Maxxim and completely removed the head with the hacksaw. âSuch a handsome man Eddie. Seems such a wasteâ. âHow can you talk about waste Dan? Just look at all the meat in front of youâ. Dan agreed and after dumping the head into the sink, again approached the carcass. This time he carefully inserted the knife into the opening near the pubic bush and cut down through the pale coloured abdomen towards the Italianâs sternum.
Almost immediately Maxximâs innards started to bulge through the opening that appeared in the belly. A warm pungent smell filled the air as the small intestines spilled out and unravelled across his chest. Eddie withdrew the tin bath full of blood and replaced it with another. Dan then carefully encouraged the slimy intestines to spill out further with his hands. The much thicker large intestines hung down from the opening stubbornly clinging to attachments within, whereas the small intestines continued to unravel and soon reached the tin bath. With more gentle persuasion the Italianâs stomach appeared and Dan gently manoeuvred and squeezed it through the opening. Eddie watched with delight as more multi-coloured innards spilled out as Dan now reached deep inside the cavity, and with more force began to pull out the Maxximâs lungs, heart, liver and kidneys. Soon the cavity was virtually empty as Dan carefully cut a line deep into the flesh from the pubic bush and followed the line of the hipbone. Two meaty flaps of flesh draped backwards revealing the juicy red interior of the lower abdomen. The lower colon still hung down from its attachment to the anus but with a gentle squeeze and a simple cut, Dan severed it free, but made sure that he had left several inches of the Italianâs rectum still attached.
Dan completed his work by cutting Maxximâs upper torso free from the rest of the hanging carcass by allowing his knife to follow the contour of the hipbone round to the backbone and finally sawing through the bone with a hacksaw. Eddie supported the upper torso of the carcass as it hung downward and carried it to the table when it broke free. He then further assisted Dan as his friend unsecured the cuffs that held Maxximâs muscular legs up. Suddenly Eddie felt the full weight as the Italianâs hindquarters fell into his grasp and he gleefully carried the substantial load and placed it onto the table next to the other half. He would now be responsible for cutting up the two halves into useable joints. He would also salvage what he could from the Italianâs innards that lay warm and glistening in the tin bath. The stomach and intestines would be particularly essential as not only were they highly nutritious but these and other entrails would form a vital ingredient for some of their future meals.
With a final glimpse and inspection of the meat in front of him, Dan prepared to retire to bed to leave Eddie excitedly busying himself with the tasks that lay ahead. âI look forward to breakfast Eddie,â he shouted as he left the kitchen and made his weary way upstairs. It had been a long and pretty hectic day. As he approached his room he passed what had been Maxximâs room, where the door was ajar. He entered it inquisitively having caught sight of the clothing strewn about. He could smell Maxximâs superb cologne, and after rummaging about in his travel bag found a bottle of the satisfyingly pleasant essence. He then picked up the clothing that lay on the floor. There was no sign of Maxximâs underwear so Dan scrunched the jeans and white t-shirt towards his face to smell the exquisite manly aroma of the Italian. Smiling to himself, he took the possessions with him and made his way into his own room, where he soon fell asleep still clutching Maxximâs t-shirt and dreaming of the delicious breakfast that would surely awaken him.
Eddie, meanwhile, was wasting no time in the kitchen. His first task was to rinse down the Italianâs head in the sink. He liked his victims to âwatchâ him process their bodies. He sniggered evilly to himself as he removed the apple from the mouth. Maxxim had crunched his teeth right into the fruit either through pain or shear fright and Eddie had to break it up to remove it fully, taking out the remaining remnants from inside the mouth with is finger. He placed the head onto a large plate and faced it towards the table on which the two halves of the carcass lay. He was pleased that the eyes were open, although they were staring into oblivion, as far as Eddie was concerned they were watching him at work. He then lifted the lower half of the carcass onto the slate floor, saving this for last because it was his favourite task, and then set about cutting the upper torso into two.
Firstly, he cut down the centre of the Italianâs spine with a hacksaw before sawing through the sternum at the front of the rib cage. The two circular rib cage halves fell apart, symmetrical in their make up. Eddieâs mouth watered as he divided the rib cage once more to leave four stunning racks of ribs covered generously in rich red meat. The next task was to cut away the soft but muscular and well-toned abdominal meat, which was divided into two huge portions of belly pork. The Italian had fairly hairy armpits, and although Dan didnât mind body hair on his meat, Eddie decided that there was simply too much of it to leave as it was. Consequently, he used the end of his sharp knife to scrape off as much of the excess hair as he could before cutting away both muscular arms from their joint at the shoulder, riving frantically to break their connection. The smell of fresh meat was intense in the kitchen at this stage as Eddie stacked the succulent fair into the giant refrigerator.
With the most difficult butchering tasks out of the way Eddie could now look forward with extra relish to chopping up the Italianâs athletic looking legs and plump round arse. Eddie inspected the half carcass in front of him to decide how he was going to cut it up. Although there wasnât much meat on the feet, Eddie was quite taken by them. They were white and smooth and not knobbly and discoloured like the two previous victims. Regardless, they could only be used for stews, he thought to himself, so he cut both the feet off just above the ankles and placed them in the kitchen sink. Eddie then cut away both knee joints to leave two good-sized meaty calf roasts; again the knees would not be wasted because they were quite fleshy and would make tasty soups and broths.
All that remained was the solid athletic thighs and the Italianâs delightful buttocks. If only the oven was big enough, thought Eddie, then he could roast the whole lot. This gave him an idea, however. For once he could share his favourite sphincter meat with his friend by roasting the buttocks on the bone instead of dividing them into two. Providing that enough of the thigh was cut away the buttocks would sit neatly in the oven. With this in mind Eddie cut the thighs into four succulent portions, making sure that he cut the upper thighs well below the arse cheeks. In this way it left the arse meat totally intact and oven ready. He turned the joint over and remembered that Dan had left the rectum still attached. Brilliant he thought, the rectum was of sufficient length to allow it to be tied off and stuffed. His mouth drooled at the thought of Dan preparing one of his delicious sausage stuffing mixes and packing the rectum till it oozed out of the anus. Eddie placed the pile of remaining meat cuts into the refrigerator, leaving pride of place at the front for the plate of cock meat that was going to be served up for Danâs breakfast.
One of Eddieâs final tasks of the evening was to make up the black pudding from the drained blood. For this he needed to clean out the large intestines and then cut them into foot long strips. He was pleasantly surprised when he realised that the colons were quite empty. The Italian hadnât eaten much lately that was for sure and maybe heâd emptied the bulk from his bowels before bathing. Either way it didnât take Eddie long to rinse out what waste residues there were and was soon cutting the colon into the required length. He also took the opportunity to clean out the Italianâs stomach. Again there was very little contents as he pushed the duodenum over a tap and flushed it through thoroughly before placing it into a container full of iced water to soak. A little later he began to tie small knots at one end of each colon tube and filled them with the cooled blood mixed with a blend of herbs, before tying a knot at the other end to tightly seal in the fluid. Eddie made up six sausage-like packages and placed them in boiling water to cook through. After half an hour he removed them and laid them on a plate to cool. He was now very tired but couldnât wait until morning so that he could start to cook some of the beautiful Italian man meat and prepare Dan and himself a very special Italian continental breakfast.
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John was tormented, to say the least. His father and mother had divorced from a very young age and when his new stepmother, a woman called Lorraine, tried to tell John that she was now part of his family, John began to hate her for it. John hated Lorraine for many reasons including the latter, he hated her because he felt that this woman was attempting to replace his mother, he hated her because she was strict on him and allowed him little freedom whenever he went to visit his father, he hated her because she always seemed to be nagging at him for something. If there was a medal for nagging, she would win it easily. Once she even nagged at one of Johnâs friends for not wishing her a happy birthday even though this particular friend had never met Lorraine before in his life. As the years went by Johnâs hatred continued to grow and manifest itself deep into his soul. As he continued to take mental notes of things she did that either disgusted him or that he thought was just wrong. He took note of the way she used sex to keep control of his father, the way she looked at him with a slight disdain, as if she hated him back, the way she wore skimpy outfits as if to tease him through his teenage years and therefore, puberty. His hatred grew, and so did he. Until he was 18 years old he put up with her and her nagging and her whining and her selfish attitude, he put up with it all. Admittedly he didnât respect his father anymore either, his mother had told him of things his father had said and done that made John want to march right up to his fatherâs house and punch him in the face until he stopped thinking conscious thought. John often appeared unemotional, but that was only because he was hiding the dark feelings and dark fantasies that nestled within him. He knew that if anyone were to ever know of his darkest thoughts and his darkest feelings that they might separate themselves from him. He had always seen himself as unique in the sense that he could tell how a person felt by looking at them, or he could tell of they had any hidden intentions of they asked him something. He wondered if it would be moral for him to compare such an ability with the elementary used by Sherlock Holmes. He naturally dared not compare himself to such a great detective, fictional or otherwise, but the basic ability was still there.
For years John nursed his feelings, allowing them to stay, focusing solely on his target, when he was old enough, when he was strong enough, he would strike, and when he did. Lorraine would pay, and if his father tried to get in the way, well, he was collateral, he didnât matter.
John looked around him, the old warehouse he had just bought would be perfect for his plans, it was a logging warehouse, situated away from the city, up on a hill near some sheer cliffs, facing a forest. It was perfect. Although the business that had created and earned money off the warehouse had long since gone bankrupt, all of its machinery and tools remained. John took his time as he looked around for the millionth time, cranes with spiked tipped claws created for puncturing thick logs, a massive grinder inside what appeared to be a thick metal cylinder used for turning whole trees into nothing but sawdust, great furnaces and wood crafting tools. Here he would exact revenge on this pathetic excuse for a human, here he would teach her a lesson about family, and how nobody could ever replace his mother, and anyone who dared try would face his wrath one way or another. The warehouse had set him back quite a bit, but it would be worth it, and he knew it. The upper level of the warehouse held many connecting walkways over the large vats, each one holding a tool of destruction, from the grinders to a device used for crushing particles of wood into MDF. John noted that the grinding process could be set from very fast to very slow and grinned at the prospects of it. But those tools would offer only quick deaths, he wanted something slow, agonizingly slowly but where death itself was imminent. He sat on the walkways and brainstormed, trying to think of something he could use in the warehouse that would bring both great fear and pain to the last moments of his victim. He held no interest for the furnace as a primary tool for death, but he had other plans for it, the grinder would come in useful for getting rid of the evidence, the crusher would make for an entertaining show if he could get enough people, but there was something missing. He wanted something better, he tried to think of a way to exert his wrath just the way he wanted. But dismissed the thought. First he needed time to prepare, he had to gather tools and equipment. That would take a little time, and once he got his prey into the warehouse heâd have all the time in the world.
John was relieved to find a storage cupboard in an office on the upper level, from inside he could see the whole warehouse and could use a control panel to operate everything remotely rather than have to cross the multitude of walkways and use the much smaller individual control panels for each section. He also found several chainsaws, hard hats, steel-toed boots and ropes of varying size and length. He guessed they were used for hauling logs along the ground, Either way he had a use for all these items. He found large, mean looking axes and large steel buckets that looked like they could hold a lot of weight without breaking. So much had been left inside the warehouse, he felt like a kid in a candy store. Well, a kid armed with an axe in a candy store.
John glanced at his watch and cursed his fantasies, he as late. He was supposed to visit his father and stepmother that day. It was a Friday so when he got there his father would be off from work and his stepmother would be at home no matter what. He walked briskly out f the warehouse and towards his car, taking some rope, some duct tape and putting them in the trunk. Heâd need them, he knew it.
It was an hourâs drive back to the city and to his fatherâs house. There he was greeted with a warm hug from his father as he knew he would be. Despite the sort of things his father had done at least he still pretended to love John, john was convinced that pretending was all it could possibly be, his stepmother, on the other hand, didnât look up from her magazine and gave the same effortless âhiâ greeting John had been expecting. Just looking at her filled him with rage. She was pushing her late forties now, sheâd had a facelift, sheâd had her breasts enlarged, and a liposuction, he hated how she couldnât even deal with her own faults, sheâd even dyed her hair bleach blonde like some high school whore that sucks cock for cigarettes behind the bikeshed. At least his father could accept his faults, he was getting old too and wrinkles were beginning to show on his face, he was obese and had lost his good looks which had now sunk into a kind of combination between ugliness and fat. He wore thick glasses and had no sense of humour at all. But John respected him simply because out of the two, his father accepted his flaws, Lorraine couldnât. She was too vain, too proud. His father was shoulder height to John with thin black hair and a bald patch near the top of his head, john was average build, about six foot three, 150 pounds or so and had a scruff of brown hair, hazel eyes and muscular legs from walking just about everywhere in his entire life. If he went to meet someone, he walked, if he went shopping, he walked, if he needed to go almost anywhere, he walked. He enjoyed walking, it gave him time to think and he liked to think, so, naturally, he took a lot of walks. He walked in the hills and that was how he came to discover the warehouse. He bought a car to offer himself greater freedom of movement. But he still took long walks.
âHi dad, listen sorry but Iâm tired, Iâm gonna take a quick nap, is that all right?â John asked, his father nodded readily and John took his bag of “clothes” and walked up the stairs, trying to hide the fact that he was in a hurry to get away from the foul stench of Lorraineâs overpriced perfume.
Once John was in the privacy of his room he closed the door and the curtains, then opened his bag and took a flashlight out, clicked it on to test it, then clicked it off again to save the batteries. He then took the rope and duct tape he had packed and put them on his bed. Then took a small wooden case about five inches square and opened it, inside, sitting in padding were three syringes and in the lid of the box, held in place with strips of velcro, were three small bottles with a caution symbol on the size. The liquid inside was clear and resembled water. But it was very different from that, a concoction John himself had made, and tested on himself, and the effects were profound and perfect. He smiled as he closed the case and set that aside. He removed the final few objects. A bowie knife, three long red aromatic candles meant to heighten the sensuality of the moment and a box of extra long matches. Perfect, he thought. It was time to put his plan into action.
That night, Johnâs father went out drinking as he always did, he offered to take John along but John refused politely. This was the moment he had been waiting for. As the sun set John heard Lorraine go to bed in a room adjacent to his own. His fatherâs and stepmotherâs room. He waited a few moments, allowing Lorraine to get changed into her nightclothes before getting up, putting his robe on and knocking on her door
âCome inâ he heard Lorraine coo, and he opened the door, she sat there in the double bed with her nightclothes on, a long white T-shirt that reached thigh length and a black bra visible underneath to support her shapely but fake breasts, he guessed sheâd have black panties on as well.
âLorraine, sorry but my lover left me recently and I donât really want to be alone, is it all right if I sleep next to you tonight?â he asked, putting on his shy tone, a tone he had perfected, in truth there was no lover, but it was the perfect bait nonetheless
âWhat about your father? What will he think?â Lorraine asked
âHe never gets home until midday, he wonât know, please Lorraine, just for tonight?â John looked at her pleadingly, Lorraine slowly nodded and shifted over and John smiled inwardly, he slipped into the bed with her and lay down
âThank youâ he said, and closed his eyes. Lorraine clicked the light out and John opened his eyes again. Staring at the ceiling, he had to outlast her. Lorraine lay on her back while she slept, he knew this from many years of peeking through the keyhole of her room and so simply waited, to keep himself awake he lowered one hand slowly and caressed his testicles, feeling his scrotum loosen considerably as arousal kicked in. He wanted to masturbate over her sexy body but knew that he couldnât. No, heâd have to contain himself or everything would be ruined. He continued to rub himself until the feeling simply seemed to numb and he slowly raised his hands again and clicked a small button on the side of his digital watch, the light stated it was past 1.AM, Lorraine would be asleep by now, he was certain of it and with that he sat up slowly so he didnât wake Lorraine and crept into his own bedroom, he took the ropes, the duct tape and the knife before creeping back into her room. He set his equipment down on her bedside table and with practices subtleness, took one of her hands and raised her arm, stretching it so that it was near the bedpost, she lay it down carefully before repeating the process with the other arm. Her arms were how outstretched and he was quick but gentle in cutting adequate lengths of rope with the knife and bonding her hands to the bedposts. The first step was complete, now for the risky part, he reached up and took the quilt before lifting it off her, he made sure not to just pull it off or itâd wake her, instead he lifted it off bit by bit, taking it into his arms as her body was slowly revealed to him, her breasts, flat stomach, thighs with black panties just visible through her T-shirt as he had predicted, long legs and feet with painted red nails. He lay the quilt down and ignored his hard-on as he admired her beautiful body while cutting more lengths of rope and carefully bonding her ankles to the bedposts. Lorraine stirred and her eyes opened just as John tightened the fourth bond and as she went to scream John was quick to cut some duct tape from the roll and slap it over her mouth, her scream became a muffled murmur as she looked at him in the darkness.
âIâm not going to lie to you Lorraineâ John started, he watched Lorraineâs eyes widen in the darkness, she hadnât known it was him âYou turn me on, I mean really, you have a very sexy bodyâ he said, undoing two of the buttons on his boxer shorts and allowing his eight inch erection to break free. He pulled the blinds up from the window and allowed the moonlight to pour in and Lorraine looked at her erection pointed straight at her
âIâve wanted to do this for a long time Lorraine, Iâm going to remove the duct tape over your mouth and put my cock in your mouth, if you promise not to scream, I wonât go any further than that, scream, and Iâll put more duct tape over your mouth and rape you âtil you bleedâŚsoâŚdo you promise?â Lorraine nodded with notable hesitation and John smiled, not caring for her feelings he climbed up onto the bed and sat on her stomach, with one leg either side, he grabbed her breasts a little, the tip of his penis rubbing the mounds through her T-shirt, he pulled the T-shirt up and used the knife to cut the small length of fabric between her breasts, freeing them, he rubbed them a little as his erection throbbed, then leant forward and ripped the duct tape from Lorraineâs mouth, she grunted in pain but, as she promised, she didnât scream. John then pushed his penis between her soft breasts and, taking a handful of her hair, forced her to suck on the tip. She squeezed her eyes shut as John thrusted a little and felt the wonderful wet but warm sensation of her lips enclosed around his head. And he wanted more. He ignored her breasts and shifted forward, propped Lorraineâs head up with the pillow he once lay on and pushed forward slowly, allowing Lorraine to realize exactly what he was doing, she ran out of mouth space rather quickly but John had a few inches of cock left and with a rough thrust, she felt it go down her throat and she gargled, Jon began thrusting his hips, unable to believe the incredible feeling that caressed his penis. Heâd been in a vow of celibacy since he reached puberty and had neither masturbated nor slept with anyone. This was his first blowjob and he almost regretted missing out. Almost. John felt his cum begin to rise quicker than he had expected and so with a few quick thrusts he taunted âIâm going to cum, and youâre going to swallowâ he said, Lorraine made some attempt at resistance but it was nothing more than a few muffled cries as John leaned his head back and smiled, feeling his cum shoot from his cock down Lorraineâs throat he held her nostrils shut
âSwallow or suffocateâ he said, looking at her as his jets of semen washed down her, Lorraine could have chosen suffocate if Johnâs semen wasnât already forcing its way down her throat anyway. John was inexperienced in sex and didnât realize that because the tip of his penis was already in her throat, Lorraine couldnât help but swallow John extracted his penis slowly, watching Lorraine gag for air and she gasped as his tip finally left her mouth, then coughed
âWell doneâ he said. Before simply walking back into his room and fetching the wooden case. Lorraine looked at it with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. She watched John take out one of the syringes and with practiced precision, fill it with the liquid from inside one of the tiny bottles. John put the bottle back in the case, he could refill it and use it at a later date, but held the syringe up in front of Lorraine
âWhatâsâŚwhatâs that?â she asked
âThis? This is going to be on the wishlist of every rapist out there, its a combination between a tranquilizer and an aphrodisiac. Puts you out for twelve hours and when you wake up your pussy will be throbbing so badly youâll fuck a chainsaw if nothing else. John watched with hidden glee as Lorraineâs face crinkled into that of horror. She went to scream but John quickly slapped a hand on her panties
âAh ah ahâŚremember what I said?â he asked, Lorraine closed her mouth and watched as John put the needle into her leg. Her vision suddenly became blurry and her eyelids, heavy. It was fast working, that was for sure
âSweet dreams whoreâ John said, then, she blacked out.
Lorraine awoke to find herself bound, a rubber gag was in her mouth and she was stripped naked except for her black panties. She looked at John who stood over a rail, looking down at his father in the crusher
âBye bye dadâ John said, John watched as his still drunk father simply crouched down and screamed as the pressure from the walls became too much, his ribs began to snap and splinter, his organs were crushed, his veins compressed and blood suddenly began to fill the ever decreasing space of the crusher as its two perfectly flat walls touched with an almost silent “boom” sound. John smiled, his father had gotten in the way, heâd always gotten in the way but it was no trouble to subdue a drunken man, getting him into the crusher had been easier than he had first suspected, heâd simply taken his father to the warehouse saying that he was going to have a party there, taken him up onto the walkways and grabbed his ankles, then tipped him over, the fall had broken both his fatherâs legs and from there the control panel for the crusher had been right in front of him. It was almost too easy. John turned and looked at Lorraine
âOh, youâre awake, right on scheduleâ he said before crouching down in front of her
âYour pussy is buzzing isnât it?â he asked, he reached out and touched her sopping wet panties. Lorraine felt an unbearable itch and it needed to be scratched, sheâd give anything for an orgasm, john has been right, if there was a chainsaw around, sheâd fuck it, anything to achieve orgasm. She watched John smile as he stood up. He was dressed now. Dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, heavy boots that looked like they had steel toe caps and a black leather trenchcoat.
âSo tell me, what are your fetishes?â John asked, Lorraine hesitated
âWhy should I tell you?â she asked
âSimple, if you do, I can probably fulfill them, youâd like that wouldnât you?â he asked, he already knew her answer
âY-yes I wouldâ
âThen tell meâ
âIâŚI like DPâs and giving blowjobsâŚthatâs about itâ
âOh really? In that case you wouldnât mind sucking my cock again?â
âwell IâŚâ she trailed off, John just smiled
âWhere am I?â she asked
âYouâre in a warehouse, the only way back towards the city is through fifty miles of woodland, there are probably bears and mabe even a stray mountain wolf or two since weâre on such high ground and Iâm willing to bet that theyâve never tasted meat like yours before. On top of that even if you did escape, you have no clothes, no way of keeping warm and the nights up here and extremely cold. This warehouse has is own heating system so if I were you Iâd stay right hereâ he advised, crouching down and using his bowie knife to cut the bonds on her ankles, he knew that even If she did escape it was four days or so walk back to civilization and even if she did somehow make it she was naked and with her vanity she knew that she wouldnât go running to the police wearing nothing but panties.
âSo Iâm safe here then, right?â
âFor now, as long as you do exactly what I say I may not be so tempted to kill you as I did my fatherâ
âYouâŚkilled him?â John finished cutting her bonds and pointed down towards the crusher. Lorraine looked down as John opened the mechanical jaws of the device and she gasped at the gory remains of her late husband. The entire metallic floor was covered in blood, few of his organs were recognizable and his bones lay completely crushed around his corpse, his head was literally in pieces and what was left of his disfigured and destroyed mouth was frozen in a silent scream. John took advantage of Lorraineâs shock and bent down, grabbing her ankles as he ad done his father he flipped her up, over the bars and she screamed as she began to plummet head first towards the crusher, but stopped suddenly, John hadnât let go of her ankles and she gasped with fright
âRemember, at any moment I could decide to simply end you, if you disobey the smallest command, if you show the slightest bit of disdain, your fate will me much closer than you think, do you understand?â he asked, she nodded slowly
âY-yesâ she said, John took advantage of her vulnerability and, letting go with one hand, ignored Lorraineâs shriek of fear, he still held her firmly with his left hand as he reached down towards her black panties and pulled them down towards her thighs and separated the cheeks of her ass, inspecting her asshole
âYou said you liked DPâs but it looks to me like youâve never been fucked in the ass before, whatâs with that?â he asked
âIâŚIâ she began
âYou said that just to please me didnât you? You knew that blowjobs and DPâs were both things that involved you being able to finger yourself or use a toy, so you could achieve your own orgasm, wasnât it?â John asked, Lorraine nodded
âVery well then, since youâre so keen on pleasing me and since youâre so honest, I think its time for a test runâ John pulled her panties up, over one ankle and reaffirmed his grip on her loose leg, then let go with the other hand and pulled her panties off altogether and dropped them onto the steel catwalk, he pulled her up and allowed her to collapse on the steel walkway as she regained her breath
âwatch thisâ he said, picking up her panties. Lorraine cautiously moved to the edge of the catwalk, gripping one of the bars that held up the handrail for dear life as John activated the grinder and dropped her sopping panties in, the grinder tore them to shreds with such force that her pussy juice was thrown up in splinters of liquid and she sat amazed at how her underwear had disappeared before her eyes
âDo not fuck me around, or that will be your headâ John threatened before, out of nowhere, snapping a steel collar around her neck, attached to a chain, he tugged firmly on the chain and ordered
âGet upâ Lorraine complied and got to her feet, she then allowed John to circle behind her and he grabbed her wrists forcefully, tying them together in the small of her back. Lorraine offered no resistance and even managed to crack a weak smile as John lead her off of the catwalks and into the office area. He threw her onto the floor in front of him and he sat down in the tall-backed leather swivel chair, unbuttoning his jeans he wriggled to get them around his ankles
âSuckâ he demanded, Lorraine looked at him, then at his semi-erect penis, then back at him, a stern expression covered his face, he knew that he had given her exactly what she had asked for, her intentions were to masturbate while sucking him off, just to relieve herself, but the itch in her pussy would remain, she couldnât even rub her asshole because of the way her hands were bound
âDonât make me repeat myselfâ he demanded, Lorraine sighed, then got up onto her knees and got close to him, taking his penis into her mouth she closed her eyes and worked her mouth slowly all the way down the shaft, feeling it get harder and harder as her manipulation continued, she took it out of her mouth and licked it from the bottom right up to the tip, even snaking her tongue into the his boxer shorts to lick each of his testicles before looking at his fully erect penis for a second, then began sucking again, much harder this time, John grabbed her by the hair again and helped her along, constantly thrusting his hips up as his penis threatened to enter her throat once more, just as Lorraine was beginning to get used to the ferocity in which John moved her head he pushed her all the way down, his cock entered her throat once more as semen jettisoned from his head and Lorraine gagged in response, she struggled a little as John just leant back on the chair and enjoyed it, and when his orgasm had finally finished he threw Lorraine off him and she landed hard on the steel floor, coughing and choking, unable to get the taste from her mouth. She looked at John as he stood over her, his penis was still erect, she watched as he sat down again, removed his boots, then his jeans and boxer shorts, then he took off his trenchcoat and removed his T-shirt to reveal his slightly muscular body entirely. Then he did something that surprised her, instead of removing his socks which were his last items of clothing, he put his boots back on and did up the laces, then put his trenchcoat on. Now his body was unrestricted and Lorraine realized with great horror that now his jeans did not stop his erect penis from showing, nor did any of his clothing stop him in the least way from doing whatever he wanted. He reached down with rough hands and flipped her onto her back, pulling the lips of her pussy apart he took his time in viewing it, Lorraine gasped in delight as she saw his penis push closer to her pussy and thrust inwards, she bucked and screamed as, with one single hard thrust her pussy, desperate for relief, squeezed his cock and her juices began to squirt out, John grunted in satisfaction, her pussy juice massaged his balls and made him want to come again. He began to move his hips, slowly at first, teasing her, and teasing himself, allowing himself to get used to the stimulation right after orgasm. He had to admit that he loved it, her pussy was warm and absolutely dripping wet, it hugged his penis and squeezed at certain points almost like a massage and soon he felt his seed begin to rise again. His scrotum tightened as he released inside her
âNo, not inside me!â Lorraine called, John didnât care, he pressed his hips up against the apex of her thighs and his cum shot out into her vagina, he gritted his teeth as the warm pleasure overcame him temporarily and he looked at Lorraine to see her looking at him with tearful eyes
âNoâŚI donât want a childâ she said
âNeither do Iâ John said, Lorraine looked at him
âYou do of course realize now that, because you are going to get pregnant and because I donât want a child, especially not from a whore like youâŚIâm going to have to kill youâ Lorraineâs face lit up in fear
âNo! no you canât please donât kill me! Iâll do whatever you want, please!â she begged, tears began rolling down her cheeks and she sobbed onto the metal floor of the office. John pulled on her chain roughly and Lorraine was forced into a standing position. John lead her past the crusher, past the grinder, and instead threw her into a small room where she fell to her knees and looked back
âIâm going to have a think about how to kill you, until then, you can stay hereâ and John slammed the door shut, the thick steel door made a tremendous noise and since the tiny room had no windows it was plunged entirely into darkness, Lorraine heard the heavy lock on the door clank and she knew that there was no escape and so huddled up into a corner and simply wept.
John ignored Lorraineâs captivity for the moment, maybe heâd just leave her to starve to death, even so, he needed some entertainment. So he did up the buttons on his trenchcoat to hide his body, since it reached down to his heels nobody was any the wiser that he was naked underneath and he walked outside, got into his car and began driving back to the city.
John succeeded in rounding up four women, one was black, another, Indian, a third, Asian and the fourth was white. He got the black one first, seeing a lovely young thing named Lisa walking down the street with a lot cut red top that supported her large breasts nicely and hotpants made from denim. Heâd kept her in a small room similar to the one he stuffed Lorraine in, the Indian girl was next, He realized that he might as well get the whole racial circle and so, after finding another busty young Indian girl he took her back to the warehouse and promptly shred all her clothes off and tied her to the side of the grinder, next he found the white woman, a French tourist who asked him where the hotel was, he said heâd drive her there as it was quite far, and in her gullible young nature, she didnât argue, and after John had forced her down and cut her clothes off he threw her into the now open crusher, but didnât crush her, not yet. The Asian was last, he had a thing for Asian women and so after a lot of searching he found a big-boobed Asian and brought her back, then knocked her out and tied her to one of the catwalks.
So his fun was about to begin.
John stripped the black girl and the Indian girl naked and brought them both onto the catwalks above the grinder, then pulled out a coin
âNigger, call itâ he demanded, flipping the coin high into the air
âheadsâ she called, the coin landed on heads
âAll right, what do you want to be, top or bottom?â John asked
âBottomâ she replied. John nodded
âAll right then, hold stillâ he ordered and took her hands, wrapping some rope around them, he then took the other end of the rope and wrapped it around the Indian girlâs ankles. Along with some heavy looking chain heâd found
âYou, bend over, hold onto the bar thereâ John ordered, the Indian girl nodded, too afraid to resist and so bent over and held onto the bar
âYouâ John said, then smiled, with a hefty push the black girl went over the side of the railing along with the heavy chain, she seamed before coming to a sudden halt above the grinder. The Indian girl strained as her body was stretched across the catwalk
âIts your responsibility to save her life you knowâ john taunted as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold on
âIf you canât hold on, youâll go in with herâ he added calmly
âHold on your damn bitch!â the black girl cried out, looking at the grinder below her. John watched, notably with some glee, as the Indian girlâs fingers began to uncurl from the bar, unable to reinforce herself with her feet because of the sheer weight of the chain, The Indian girl strained before letting go with a shriek but luckily grabbed onto the other set of bars , the Black girl shrieked but came to a sudden stop again, just above the grinderâs metal jaws, sweating profusely and feeling its metal teeth scrape against her bare toe. John looked at the Indian girl straining to hold on still. John stood by the bars, caressing her fingers as they slowly began to slide around as sweat lubricated them. The black girl as, therefore slowly lowered into the grinder and with shrieks of pain and fear blood began to splatter across the v-shaped top. Meaning that if anything missed the grinder by a little then it would still slide into its metal jaws. The Indian girl couldnât help but leg go once more but suddenly clung to the catwalk itself, the black girl was lowered up to her midsection, her legs and pussy were long gone and she screamed with all her lungs as she felt her organs slipping out of her body only to be sliced and diced by the metal blades, tears dripped from her eyes as the Indian girl clung on for dear life. John lay down in front of her and looked at her desperate face, tears rolling from the edges of her eyes as she looked back up at him. Her left hand suddenly slid off of the edge of the catwalk and she screamed for dear life as she flailed and tried to reaffirm her grip but it was too late, her sweaty fingers slid ever closer towards the edge but John caught something in the Indian girlâs eye and she suddenly swung forwards as she lost her grip, onto the side of the V-shaped feeder of the grinder, the Black girl was given enough leverage to fall into the grinder completely and her life ended forever. The Indian girl tried to climb the smooth side of the grinder but the chain saw itself in the grinderâs teeth and the Indian girl was ripped towards it legs-first, gore and guys splattered everywhere and the girl was alive just long enough to feel the pain of her pussy being ripped apart by the grinderâs cruel teeth. John looked at the grinder, then went down to the lower level and got into the crusher with the French girl, she already had her hands tied behind her back and her ankles were bond together. He pulled two vibrators from his pockets and inserted them into her, one into her pussy, the other, her ass, but kept the small remotes that came with them off. And put those little things into his pockets, then he got a longer length of rope and tied it round her neck in the form of a noose, ignoring her French protests. He then threw the rope up onto the catwalk and headed up there himself, having to jump and hoist himself up onto the side, then jump off. Once he reached the rope he pulled on it, the noose tightened around the French girlâs neck but was relieved when it loosened again, only to realize that sheâd been taken up onto the edge of the crusher, having to stand on the balls of her feet to stop from falling, the noose was tight around her neck, it was hard to breathe but not tight enough to suffocate her. John then tied the ropes in place and sat on the edge of the catwalks, looking down at the girl, pulled the two small remotes from his pockets, and turned them on.
The French girl cried out with pleasure and even from where he was John could see the juice begin to run down her legs, towards her feet, John smiled as the girl cried out in orgasm, her juice pouring from her cunt , towards her ankles, under feet and she slipped off the edge, trying to regain her footing but the juice that had splashed onto the edge was too slippery and as the blood vessels in her eyes began to burst and her mouth lay agape, attempting to scream as a second orgasm overcame her, she suddenly went limp, not being able to contain her pleasure, sheâd breathed out, exhausting all the oxygen she had when she screamed, and so her suffocation was much faster than it shouldâve been. John turned to the busty Asian woman who was already weeping with fear
âYou see what happens to those who disobey me?â he asked, the Asian girl nodded
âWill you obey me?â he asked, she nodded again and so he undid her bonds and lay on his back, his legs spread
âthen suck me off, nowâ he demanded, she nodded again and lay down, her head between his legs, she wrapped her tongue around one of his testicles, then the other, licking each one gently , then moving onto the shaft, running it up and down with the tip of her tongue before taking the head in her mouth, she sucked slowly, gently, it was an amazing feeling for John, she took his whole penis willingly, deepthroating on purpose and as John looked about to orgasm she held the tip of his penis in her mouth while jacking him off and as his sheet shot into her mouth she began swallowing every drop. She looked at him, a few drops dripped from her mouth and as he looked at her he realized it was such a horny sight that it was getting him hard again almost instantly
âSensei, let me live, and I serve you for-everâ she said, John contemplated the thought
âYou live, for now, but we have other matters to attend toâ
âYes senseiâ she got up and waited patiently as John got up and she followed as he walked towards Lorraineâs cell, he undid the lock and opened the door to find Lorraine attempting to rub her anus with a slight chance of success
âWhatâs your name?â he asked the Asian girl
âSuniâ
âRight Suni, thereâs a kitbag in the office upstairs, get it and bring it to me outsideâŚbut donât try and screw me overâ John said, showing her his bowie knife, she nodded, bowed, and quickly jogged up the steel stairs to retrieve the bag, John grabbed Lorraine by the chain around her neck and lead her outside, before pushing her onto her back, he undid her hands from behind her back and instead tied them together so they were pressed into her chest and with the help of some extra rope that was in the back which Suni delivered, he tied her wrists to her torso. John then took a stick of dynamite and several long pieces of leftover wood
âSuni, eat her out, make sure her clitoris is exposed fullyâ John demanded and Suni nodded, parting Lorraineâs legs she allowed her tongue to probe Lorraineâs cunt, Lorraine shrieked in pleasure and her clitoris became exposed very quickly
âsensei, its outâ
âgood, then we must act quickly, keep massaging her vagina while I workâ John said, Suni nodded and, with a single finger, kept Lorraine stimulated enough to keep her clit fully exposed. John lay one long piece of wood up between Lorraineâs ass cheeks and put the candle on the opposite end, tying a thread around the wick he then tied the opposite end of the thread around Lorraineâs clit and pulled it tight
âOw! That hurtsâ Lorraine complained
ânow if I were you Iâd stay arousedâ John said, pulling the wick from the dynamite he tipped it upside down to allow the gunpowder to fall onto his hands, gunpowder which he then sprinkled over her
âYou know that drug I gave you?â John asked Lorraine, she nodded
âits still in your bloodstream, and its flammableâ Lorraine lay confused until she saw John light the candle
âSo if I were you, I wouldnât let that clit of yours go back into its hoodâŚor itâll tip the candle overâ John positioned the candle so it was leaning but still upright and Lorraine cried out in terror, her fear overrode her arousal and almost instantly her clit disappeared back into its hood, the candle tipped, the wood set alight and burned towards her as she writhed to try and get away, but not quickly enough, it ignited the pieces of gunpowder sprinkled over her body, causing flash after flash and she screamed with each one until eventually her entire body was set aflame as the drug finally took light and Lorraine screeched again in pain as she was burnt from the inside out, she cried out and Suni pressed her head into Johnâs chest, unable to watch, John just stared at her with quiet satisfaction until Lorraine fell limp and her screams stopped
âSenseiâŚare we going to do that a lot?â
âYes Suniâ
âPlease donât kill meâ
âIâll kill you if you disobey me, until that time, you will be my slave, sexually and normally, understand?â
âyes senseiâ
âGood, now get on your knees and bend overâ Suni did as she was told and John crouched down behind her, inspecting her pussy and ass
âYou like sensei?â
âOh yesâ John said âwatching her die turned you on didnât it?â John commented, seeing the moisture present on the lips of her pussy and seeing her clitoris fully exposed
âY-yes senseiâ
âgood, then youâre my kind of womenâ John flipped her over and without warning inserted his penis into her, Suni cried out in pain and John suddenly hesitated, her pussy felt great, nice and warm and so much tighter than Lorraineâs
âYou took my virginity senseiâ Suni cried out, he extracted his penis to see the blood on the tip and he smiled with satisfaction, an Asian virgin, it had long since been his ultimate non-death related fantasy
âNow love me senseiâ John complied, thrusting long and hard into Suniâs deliciously warm and tight cunt, she bucked and squealed as an orgasm took her
âSensei, cum inside me, I cannot have children so you no worryâ she said, john smiled, and thrusted ever harder, Suni screamed with new delight as Johnâs seed raised quicker and more powerfully than before, exploding into her, filling her vulva and womb in just a few quick and the rest dripped out of her vagina towards her asscrack, John quivered a little before looking at Suni
âSenseiâŚthat was so goodâ
âI knowâ John replied
âCan I kill one of the people you bring back?â
âCertainly, you can help me kill as many as you want if you likeâ
âThank you senseiâ Suni fell asleep and for the first time of the day John did something caring, he picked her up, carried her indoors and lay her down in the office on the swivel-chair, covering her with his trenchcoat, he then put on his boxer shorts, jeans, and T-shirt and went out into his car. It was time to collect more worthless whores, scum of the earth, those who flaunted their beauty and hated those without it. John hated them all, and he was going to kill them, and with Suni by his side, hell, he had a good blowjob to look forward to when he got back.
The endâŚfor now.
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