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Intro – A Quick Raid

If you do not like violence, combat, blood, or gore then stop reading here. This short story serves as a standalone introduction for a series of longer stories set in the same universe. Enjoy!

Trafficked Love Ch. 18

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Evil Souls Have No Limits

This is chapter one of this series. There will be several chapters. Also, this story will tie INS, coincide, and interact with another author’s story on this sight. I hope you enjoy it. It is just a fiction fantasy and do not condone the acts within nor should this be attempted. I will welcome all comments positive or negative. However, I do request negative responders to speak intelligently if you wish me to take you seriously. I am an amateur at this so hopefully I will get better throughout the chapters.

Alexis and The Bear

This is my first story on here, I know some of you will like it and a good many of you will hate it. If ANY of the tags or themes disturb you, please move along; or at least don’t come bitch at me about it. If you like what you read, let me know; I have more to write if people want more. If you have some constructive criticism or advice, let me know; you can’t get better in a vacum.
Thank you and enjoy.

The Apartment

It’s a quiet night. I sit in the dark apartment waiting, watching the
traffic on the street below. I smile at how easy this has been.
I’ve watched the girl for a couple of days, she seems oblivious to my
presence. Maybe she hasn’t seen me or maybe she’s used to people
watching her, dancers are like that I suppose. Her routine is the same
every day. She goes to work at about eight o’clock every night, and
comes home at three o’clock in the morning.
I look at my watch. 2:58am. Almost time.
The apartment was a breeze to break into. I just climbed right up the
wooden cage surrounding the lower apartment’s patio and over the low
wooden fence surrounding the upper patio. The sliding glass door was
unlocked, I just let myself in.
Footfalls on the stairs outside. She’s coming. I get up from the
chair and hide behind the curtains that normally cover the patio door.
I’ve found this hiding place when I came in and I’ve cut a small slit
in the fabric so I can watch her come in.
She opens the door and I can see her illuminated by the porch light.
She’s a vision as always. Tall, with the slender graceful figure of a
dancer. She has long dark hair tied up in a bun, little streams of it
drop down over the fine angular features of her beautiful face. She’s
perfect.
She comes in closing the door behind her, drops her bags down next to
the door and turns on the lights. I watch her body move under the
flowery cotton sun dress she’s wearing as she kneels down to pet her
cat. A cat, by the way, that ran up to me when I came in like I was
part of the family. I think I like cats.
She stands and walks past my hiding place to the kitchen. I hold my
breath as she walks by, it’s too early for her to see me, it would
complicate things. I hear the sound of her sandals against the tile
floor of the kitchen, it appears that she didn’t see me. I’m lucky
tonight. I slowly release my grip on the long silk scarf wrapped around
my left hand. The sounds from the kitchen tell me she’s feeding the
cat.
I watch as she walks back into my field of view then turns and walks
directly away from me down the hall toward the bathroom. I must act
now! I quietly (oh so quietly) move out from behind the curtain and
silently wrap the other end of the scarf around my right hand. She’s
still unaware of my approach as I lift the scarf over her head and
tighten it down around her pretty neck. I pull the ends of the scarf,
hard.
She tries to scream, I think. But all that comes out is a gurgling
sound. She begins to struggle and kick. I stand sideways to protect
my groin and pull the scarf tighter. I take a few shots in the ribs
from her elbows. It hurts but I can’t let up now. I pull her body a
little closer as she twists and turns.
Thirty seconds pass. Her face becomes beat-red, her eye’s are wide
with fear and her tongue sticks out of her open mouth as she gasps for
air. Her struggling reaches it’s peak then I start to feel her
weakening.
One minute. She continues to pull at the scarf with her hands and kick
with her sandaled feet but I already know that I’ve won. I pull back
on the scarf until her head is resting on my shoulder, I breathe in her
scent, her hair, her skin, the light smell of perfume worn behind the
ear.
One minute, thirty seconds. She’s losing control, I watch as her
movements become jerky and erratic. Her eyelids flutter and her eyes
roll back in her head and her mouth closes on her still outstretched
tongue. The gurgling noises have all but stopped. I’m rock hard.
Two minutes. I admire her stamina, two minutes without air and still
on her feet. However, as I’m thinking this I feel her knees begin to
buckle. I watch as her long lovely arms slowly drop to her sides and
her eyelids flutter closed. Her head lols from side to side and then
falls forward.
Two minutes, thirty seconds. The only indication of movement now are
her infrequent body spasms. I hold her up by the scarf. She dangles
limply in my grasp. I continue to pull on the scarf, no going back
now.
Three minutes. I lower her lifeless body to the floor, face first. I
watch her bare left leg jerk once, then, no more movement at all. She
is mine.
I pull on the scarf for a long time. Another five minutes or so, just
to be sure. I remove the scarf and check her pulse. None.
“She’s Dead,” I say to myself.
I remove the scarf and put it in my pocket as I take a long look at her
motionless body, lying face down before me. I kneel down and, starting
at her head, move both of my hands down the curves of her body. As I
work my way down I can feel the bra and panties that she wears under
the soft cotton dress. I feel my heart skip a beat as my hand finally
touches the soft smooth skin of her legs. I continue to move until my
hands rest on the sandals she’s wearing.
I’m shaking as I gently bend her leg at the knee, lift her foot up, and
slide the sandal off. I toss it aside as I look at her now bare foot.
It is long and graceful like the girl herself, I softly kiss the
sole. It’s still warm and soft, very nice. I push her leg back a bit
farther so I can see the rest of her foot. She’s wearing a dark
purple, almost black, toenail polish. I run my lips along the top of
her foot and across the row of her soft little toes.
I realize as I put down her left leg and pick up her right that my
pants have gotten uncomfortable. I pull off the other sandal and
untuck my shirt from my slacks. I pull the shirt up and over her bare
foot and let it rest next to my skin as I undo my pants and slide them
down to my knees.
My erection is almost painful as I look at the beautiful dead girl. I
move away slightly and her bare foot slowly slides down my stomach and
comes to rest next to my swollen member. It is heaven. I begin using
my hands to move her foot up and down my shaft. The pre-ejaculate on
the head of my dick lubricates her foot nicely. I reach down and pick
up her other foot and bring them together on my cock. I take her feet
like that for what seems like a long time, but I stop myself just short
of cumming. There are still other things I want to do.
I stand up and step out of my pants then I pick them up and pull a
small pair of sharp scissors from the back pocket. I kneel back down
and pull each strap of the dress away from her shoulders so that I can
see her white silk bra straps. With two quick movements the straps are
cut. I then unhook the back of the bra through the dress, reach under
her right arm and tug the bra away from her body.
Now I lift up the girls dress until I can see her white silk panties (a
matching set). I run my hand up her dress and use the scissors to cut
the fabric on both sides of the silk undergarment. Then I just pull
them off of her. She’s naked now except for the dress.
I stare at her soft pink pussy. It glistens! I slip one of my fingers
up inside her. She’s wet. I wonder at this. Was I performing some
fantasy? Did she wish for something like this to happen to her? I’ll
never know.
I remove my fingers from her and roll her body over onto her back. I
look at her face. Her beauty is stunning, even in death. Her tongue
still sticks out of her mouth and her brown eyes are half open. I lean
down and touch the tip of my tongue to hers and push it past her teeth
back into her mouth. She tastes wonderful. I push open her eyelids so
I can see her beautiful brown eyes. I caress her soft face with my
lips and work my way down to her neck and then begin to undo the
buttons holding the dress on.
I continue kissing and licking her body until, after five buttons, I am
greeted by the sight of her beautiful breasts. They are round and firm,
not too large, not too small. They have small dark pink nipples. I
taste them. I pull on them with my teeth. I continue undoing buttons.
I work my way past her perfect navel complete with belly-button ring
(which I remove) and down to her perfect, pink, wet, pussy. I run my
lips over her small patch of soft brown hair and down between her legs.
I smell her. I taste her. I experience her. She is perfect. She is
mine.
Again the scissors do their work and the straps holding the dress on her
arms fall away. I pause and step back to admire this beautiful naked
woman lying dead in the cut-up remains of her clothing.
I’m still so hard it hurts.
I bend down and pick up the body. She dangles lifelessly in my arms as
I carry her into her bedroom. I place her face-up sideways on the bed
with her head hanging off the edge. Her mouth opens naturally. I take
a deep breathe and kneel down. It’s so easy to push my dick into her
mouth it feels like it was made to go there. I slide it up to the hilt,
until I can feel my balls touching her face. She accepts it without
complaint, of course. I pull out somewhat and thrust forward again. I
marvel at the way her throat swells with my erect member inside it.
I fall into a rhythm and watch as her body moves with each thrust Her
breasts bounce up and down in time to my music. It is wonderful. I
have to stop again, this time I’m almost too late. I pull out and try
to fight back the eminent eruption. I wait. I breathe. I look at
her. She stares back at me with her beautiful brown eyes.
I grab her by the shoulders and turn her face down, then stand up and
walk around to the other side of the bed. I reach out and grab her by
her bare feet. I hold them for a few seconds caressing her soft toes
and then pull her body across the bed until her cute little butt hangs
out just over the edge. I put her legs down and they fall at an angle
to the rest of her body giving me a clear view of her tight pink
rosebud and her soft wet pussy.
Normally I don’t care much for anal sex but the idea of taking her in
every one of her orifices turns me on. I reach down and stick my
fingers up inside her until they are slick with her juices. Then,
slowly, I insert one of them into her ass. I work it around for a
while and then insert another, then, slowly, another. Then head of my
prick is wet enough with juices of it’s own and with only a little
thrust I manage to push it in.
It’s tight almost too tight. It seems she didn’t care much for anal
sex either. That’s okay, she doesn’t care now. The idea turns me on.
I take the naked dead girl in the ass as long as I can stand it. My
dick is screaming for release. I must, as much as I don’t want to,
finish this soon.
I pull myself from her asshole, walk back around to the other side of
the bed and pull her by her arms back onto the bed. I turn her over
and then twist her body around so that she’s lying lengthwise on the
bed. I reach down and spread her beautiful soft dancer legs. I remove
the rest of my clothes.
Her body shakes from side to side as I crawl up onto the bed and
position myself on top of her lifeless nude body. I move my dick to
the opening of her soft inviting pussy and it seems to just fall in. I
lay on top of her feeling what remains of her body heat and I slowly
begin to slide in and out of her.
I move my legs to the outside of hers and use them to push her legs
together. This increases the pressure on my already throbbing penis and
I realize that I can’t last much longer. I continue my sliding in and
out as I look at her. Arms at her sides, legs together, with my cock
sliding in and out of her. I look at those beautiful glassy brown eyes
and I finally lose control.
I shoot load after hot load of my cum deep inside her pussy. I can’t
seem to stop it goes on for what seems like hours. Finally I collapse
on her soft still-warm body. I kiss her passionately, driving my
tongue deep into her waiting mouth. She cannot kiss back. I like
that.
After a few minutes I pull out of her and clean myself up. I draw back
the covers and then I pick her up and put her in bed, taking the time
to run my hands over her body again. I cover her up and tuck her in as
if she were sleeping.
I bend over and kiss her lips one last time.
“Goodnight,” I say.
I gather my things and put my clothes back on. I leave the way I came
in, through the sliding glass patio door and down the wooden cage.
It’s been a good night, I may not feel like doing this for some time to
come.
I guess we’ll see.

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The girl in the story is based off the girl I love, but can’t have. Just felt right ot tell you folks, Im not sure why.

Predator Prey: The Revivification by Millie Dynamite

In a distant future humanity has descended into a terrible state. Women seclude themselves away from men, men run packs to rape women and impregnate them. A darker form of man hunts alone, rape isn’t his only sin. Watching them all are the overseers and their indifference allows the world to plummet into hell. This is a dark story, only the brave should read!

IT XXX

My first proper go at writing any kind of story. I’ve had this idea for a while now but I live a pretty regular life and I’ve been nervous to explore this side of me but finally I wanted to give it a go. Get in touch with kink ideas for the characters and any other comments you have – [email protected] – hopefully I can find people as strange/kinky as me!

Eating Sashimi for dinner

This is an extremely graphic cannibalism story, be warned, if you don’t like this sort of thing, then don’t read it and downvote it. Once again, I do not support the acts committed in this “story.”

the testing

TESTING
The sun was now behind the last peak still covered in snow, in a few minutes it was dark. Mountain darkness comes quickly after sunset. I was returning home after being in town to get some supplies for the last two weeks that I still had to spend here before I return to town. I put nell’autoradio a tape of classical music that was always my loyal companion for travel and inspiration. By now there were a few corners and I would arrive when I saw him on the roadside which was hitchhiking. It seemed strange that someone asks you for passing on this road at this time and so I slowed down to allow time to better understand who they are. And I was thunderstruck. A boy, no young man between 25 and 28 years perhaps, with a nice clean face and short hair, but thick brown like his eyes. He had a backpack on his back and was dressed as a hiker. Yes, I said, this was happening, a hiker who asked for a ride. I stopped approaching a little ahead of him and watched him in the rearview mirror as he ran towards me.
– Hello … I’m going to Pontelungo sir, I would give him a ride sir? – Said sagging toward the car window. I watched him for a brief moment
– I’m also in that direction … all right I can take salt for a while —
I left by plane last journey as much as possible
– You know usually I do not usually give passages to unknown but you made me a good impression. Where are you from? —
– Milan, my name is Max e. .. thanks anyway I understand not to be trusted too much …
– Give me pure tu me feel not so old – I laughed – I still am called Joseph, please. You’re returning from a trip right? —
– Accurately, I was on top of the spur of the Taurus, a real grind —
– Eh I imagine – I said – I assume you’ll be hungry —
– To be honest, yes … as a wolf – he said, smiling. Had a beautiful smile I noticed
– Well if you like, you could hear Max eat something from me and then after dinner I’ll take you to Pontelungo —
He thought for a moment and then agreed – okay if not too much of a nuisance for you …- Joseph
– Oh figured, no disturbance on the contrary. You know I live alone and a bit of company every now and then I’m glad -.
I threw the hook, instinctively, as the real hunter and the prey was hooked immediately. Fantastic I said as I drove slowly towards the house enjoy the music. Now I was again inspired: this was a great opportunity to finally test Leonardina.
Arrived that it was dark. My house was the last house at the bottom left before the curve which then led down to Pontelungo. It was a little cabin in the alpine style with stone walls and sloping roof of wooden beams, with a small garden in front.
On the east side had built a small garage for the car. I parked and entered the house. Max put his backpack into and then followed me into the living room.
– If you take a shower down the hall is the bathroom. You’ll find everything you need, including bathrobes. Meanwhile I’ll make something to drink and then start to cook something – I said. I lit a small fire that was in the corner of the room and then went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks while Max was washing.
Uncorked a good Chianti and poured two glasses. In his later added a mixture of sleeping pills that I had already experienced other times, very effective mixed with alcohol and also quite rapid effect. Then I returned to the room, checked the fire in the fireplace and I relaxed in a chair waiting for him. I turned on the stereo. Bach, ideal for the evening I had planned. I closed my eyes drifting from note … here … the inspiration was coming … yes it was a wonderful idea … oh my god … Bach was a genius. The bathroom door that opened interrupted my thoughts. The boy had finished washing and was now there in the hall in front of me wrapped in my blue bathrobe.
– Max sit back, relax, drink some wine. Do you like wine? —
– Oh yes sure all right – it sat on the front and took his glass.
I watched as he drank. Was relaxed and seemed really at ease. I tried to think what would think of me, this whole situation and what he expected. I was almost sure that he will expect me to approach sex. Certainly, this is usually what would happen. Usually … but not this time. Tonight was totally different … very different. So there was no approach from me, but only amiable conversation. I asked him some of what he did in life every day, of who was waiting at home, of his excursions. Things like that … And while I sipped my wine and watching him ending his. Refilled his glass. At one point I saw that the sleeping pill began to take effect.
– It’s all right Max? – I asked
– Yes, I think I’m just very tired, you know it was a long walk … tiring —
– I believe you – I said, smiling – who knows what you’ll also have sore feet. If you like you massage them a bit before eating. Come closer and place it here – I said pointing to the armrest of his chair. The boy sat down beside me and put his bare feet where I had said. I began to massage the soles starting from the heel and back along the arch to the toes.
Max did have some beautiful feet I noticed. Small, a 41, well-groomed, short nails, plant close and slender fingers. Hardly seemed to even walk male. I kept rubbing the skin making him curl under the trees in those fine lines that I adored and meanwhile I watched him relax more … more and more.
mmm …. it’s great you are … … you’re doing very good sleep – he said as he closed his eyes. I went a couple of minutes then got up and went into the kitchen to pour more wine. When I returned to the room the boy was fast asleep. Now it’s gone I thought. We are, it’s time to get to work. I grabbed her arms and dragged him toward the bedroom. There, hidden behind a fake closet door was a door, closed. I opened it, turned on the light and dragged him inside. It was a grind. The boy weighed just some but I was not in better shape as before. I thought that maybe I should study another method of transport for the future. The room where we were had no windows, lit by neon lights from the ceiling. That was my secret room, the playroom prohibited. Except that I never used it. Tonight I would have opened. I had only one doubt: the Leonardina, even she had never been tested. The Leonardina was the main piece and in fact prevailed in the center of the room. Had cost me a ‘summer job but the result, even from the aesthetic point of view was magnificent. It consisted of a cross of St. Andrew Wood often. A form of X, was tilting, which could be either horizontal or vertical or with an intermediate angle of 45 degrees of tilt. The four arms could be adapted to the person opening them or closing them as needed. At the bottom of each of the four arms were fixed to the thick leather bracelets, however they could slide along the tracks. Indeed each of the bracelets was connected to a metal cable in turn connected to a gearbox. GEARS The four were linked to an electric motor that I could control via a small control box. With difficulty I managed to raise the boy and unwind on the cross that I had left locked in a horizontal position. He was still sleeping soundly. For a moment I was terrified of having exaggerated the sleeping pill and was dead, then I saw that ever breathed regularly. The slipped off the robe from under his back leaving him completely naked. Allineai the arms and legs along the axes of the cross and then stared at her wrists and ankles inside the bracelets. Now he was completely bound hand and foot. I stopped to watch him still asleep. I wanted to savor every moment, without losing anything. I watched her breathing, deep, regular, who is sleeping soundly. Max had a really nice body. I had guessed at once, but now so seeing him completely naked was different. Nude is revealed in all its beauty. He was a slender body and defined, typical of a boy his age, very athletic. Her beautiful feet I had the opportunity to appreciate them, and now see the rest. Finally decided it was time to wake him. With cold water and pat him I brought some reality.
– Welcome back among us young – I said, looking
– Where are … … but what are you doing … – was naturally somewhat confused over such a rude awakening, so I helped him to understand better.
– You are in my house Remember Max? But now, however we are no longer living but in my secret room. The playroom note. – I saw that the boy tried to move, tried to get up but obviously could not – still – I said – you can not get up. You are bound. I have to do know. A much more beautiful because you’re tied up and two because I need that is stationary. Absolutely still. Unfortunately, being sick, very sick, and it is also for this reason that I’ve had to tie.
– But … why – said the boy was beginning to understand what kind of trouble he had got – why are you doing this to me? —
– You want to know why? Why excites me a lot and because you are very beautiful, you have a perfect body for my tastes and what I’m going to ask you. – I said staring into his eyes. He looked at me terrified. – What do you want me you bastard! —
I liked the way she told me. It was not the usual plea for a great big doll but a tearful response from man. One with the balls I say.
– You’ll see once dear – and pressed a button on the control box commanding the mechanism of the cross. The motor to which were connected to cables of metal bangle set in motion by starting to roll around their wheels. Slowly the rope was passed to the ankles and wrists of the boy and his body began to tense even more. Slowly but inexorably. I turned off the switch only a little break before the limit of its tendons. He was screaming in pain he felt at the seams and joints. I stopped and stood to observe him carefully. Now he was possibly even more beautiful than before. Say a different beauty. Her naked body subjected to a tension so strong was shiny with sweat.
The thing that fascinated me was his torso. The rib cage subjected to the tension had been expanded and raised him and being further delineated this skinny all his ribs. I could see them one by one under the skin, protruding like blades. Wonderful. I ran my hand through his hairless chest with my fingers in the grooves of each of his ribs. In contrast to his chest was a flat belly. Indeed a basin. Stretched like a hammock between the last rib and the iliac bones of the pelvis. I watched as the kidnapped her belly bare, concave, flat, skin taut, and her beautiful navel in the middle round, protruding. Undoubtedly the Leonardina working well and a good body lean and hard as her giving the best results. The testing could be said to be made. Now I could proceed according to my plan for him. The only doubt was whether to devote a little more ‘even the soles of feet. I decided to be, after all it was worth it.
– Okay dear Max – I said – it’s time to begin —
I took a scalpel from a tray. I did so that he could see him and waited for his reaction that it was of sheer terror as I expected.
– No! No what you do! What do you want me damn! —
I smiled without answering, and I headed to the bottom of the cross, to her beautiful bare feet.
Have you ever heard of spank? Well if not I tell you. It is one thing they do in the world bdsm. In practice it means spanking. And what I did. Sculacciai the soles of the feet of Max, with his hands. First floor and then louder in a crescendo of excitement and enthusiasm. I stopped sweating and I went up to his face, close by.
– You liked my friend? – I asked looking into his eyes. He looked at me almost dumbfounded – but what do you do … but what the hell you have in mind …. The bastard will pay for all this, You shall pay dearly … oh-contact is very expensive. —
– Oh I do not think that will go well … I do not think-I smiled and went to a table in the corner of the room. On it lay a tray that contained some surgical instruments. I took some gaps and a scalpel. I went back to the boy and showed it to him. – Do you know what are these true? And you know what they are. Now you understand why I connected so in this position and so tense. I need that your torso is as exposed as possible and then you are totally immobilized.
The boy’s face lit up with terror when I finally understood what awaited him.
I approached him. One hand stroked his chest, feeling the relief of every one of his ribs very visible under the taut skin of his chest so unnaturally raised from the tension of the position. I ran my hand down to her belly. Her belly had become a hollow, the skin taut as a drum. The stroked feeling so excited. I appreciated the relief of his iliac crests as well visible at the bottom of the abdomen.
– You are wonderful Max said. -You have a gorgeous body. I am sure that within six equally beautiful –
I rested the tip of the scalpel at the base of her neck and began to cut, slowly, along the breastbone. The skin was opened with a disconcerting ease. He left little blood and it was immediately below the bone. Arrived at the bottom of the sternum continued to cut down down along the belly up to the pubic bone. Here too, the skin is cut with ease. Below you could see the muscles of the abdomen. Practically there was no fat, just skin and then muscle. My boyfriend was in shape. I paused a moment to observe his face. Was the contract in a grimace of pain. I passed the cut. This time I cut the muscles. Now she was really open. I put down the knife with both hands and opened the flaps of the wound, taking care to unstick the skin and muscles on the chest, baring the ribs. They were white, alternating with the red of the intercostal muscles. Even though I could not see nor his heart and his lungs even though his chest ventilated hours long. Fully opened also his belly. Was stunned by what I saw. I never thought that in a belly so thin he could stay there all that stuff. His guts were something fascinating. A skein gray-pink, long, all rolled up and compressed. Her belly was practically full of this sort of slimy cord. Had within yards of guts. I buried both hands between the loops of his intestines and started splashing around at the height of excitement. It grabbed her head and began to roll out the tangle of its slimy belly. Gradually it was emptying. He was still alive and awake and looked stunned as I was doing. – I knew that inside were beautiful – I said as I pulled out yards and yards of intestines. They were very long, it seemed that never end, it was unbelievable. Eventually he reached the stomach and then the liver, pancreas, spleen. In short his abdomen had been completely emptied. I looked at the boy, now dying because of bleeding. In a bucket placed under the table I had collected all his bowels. He looked at me one last time and then closed his eyes. Forever. The rest was finished to slaughter his body, cut into pieces and then dissolve it in the bin and delete all traces of acid. At the end of the day I was exhausted but very happy. The Leonardina had done his duty, had worked to perfection.

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