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Evil Blessing

EVIL BLESSING

By

Johnarthurpayette

Within a mansion where George Hearn was recently hired, a girl not quite living drifted toward him in the form of a mist. Lovely was her voice as she spoke to him and soon he followed her wispy though shapely form to the upper floor of the great house, pausing at the door which she said was her room, the very room where the tough old lady who was his boss place slept.

Come to me, she said.

He didn’t realize her words registered in his mind, not in the fabric of the air. “Where did you go,” he asked, “why can’t I see you anymore?”

The real me is on the other side of the door, and I am oh so lonely.

“But this is Ruth’s bedroom. Do you want to get me fired?”

Oh no, not for anything in the world. Don’t worry. She sleeps with Prince Valium. You’d have to shake her to wake her up.

“Are you sure?”

Absolutely, it’s perfectly safe.

“Can’t you at least come out?”

If only I could. Come to me, dear George.

That’s it, either he answers her summons or he doesn’t. He turned the knob, opening the door which was light enough, wondering if he was out of his mind. George saw two things on the quick: the first was a nude girl with her back to him, the second was the slack face of Ruth Kempter. Kempter had precedence. He shrank from the very idea of invading her bedroom, sticking out his neck as though for the headsman. He didn’t even want to think what would happen if she awakened. That thought was signed, sealed, and deep-sixed. Ruth lay on an enormous fourposter bed, the pink curtains fastened by tiebacks. Ornate lilies were carved into the dark wood. Her face was smooth for her advanced age and yet somehow forlorn, a lean trickle of saliva made a path from the corner of her loose mouth, wetting her weathered arm which supported her head on the pillow. She didn’t snore but the bedding over her stomach moved regular and slow. He exhaled not realizing that he’d been holding his breath.

George closed the entrance quietly; the latch, oiled and in sound condition, slid into place.

Now he could afford to devour the girl. Lord have mercy she was beautiful. Her hair had a resplendence that was very close to glistening gold, a cascade of curls offset by other streams cut in a seemingly random pattern, though no hair was out of place. She stood very still in her splendor. Three gallery lights, angled from above in their tracks, illuminated her so attentively that the rest of the room appeared dead by comparison. He ignored all but her, and although she was not completely washed by the light, where the lamps chose to bathe her, her skin had the shine of milky satin under the sun.

George dearest, this is me.

She posed before the sleeping woman, still not moving, posed so that one graceful arm was lifted forward to begin a gentle stroll, the other slightly to the rear as if to complete the motion. He looked down at her feet. She was raised six inches by a pedestal.

A woman can live and yet not live, my George. She can damn herself out of her vanity and weep where there is not comfort. The sculptor did not flatter me. This is my image at the age of nineteen. This has been my vessel for thirty-four years. I used to shatter hearts. I would date a man, only to dump him when I thought there was someone better. I didn’t care. I’d do it again and again, but none was ever good enough. They adored me and I gave them wreckage. But who was to salvage me?

She was playing a joke; there were minuscule hairs on her back, her arms, and the lights reflected off them as effervescent little prisms. No statue was ever this alive. She would move in a minute. He was willing to wait, examining her magnificent curves, her ankles rising to well-proportioned calves, the calves melding to knees which were not gapped, fitting together perfectly.

May God forgive me, but I am still vain. Even as I am, I adore the thrill when a man looks at me longer than he should, the way he sneaks glances to make sure we are alone, the way he touches me. I can feel the faintest touch and it’s maddening. Am I horrible?

If she had been ardent about his physique, her comely derriere sent him past the gates of heaven. A preacher might gag but he would much rather revere her firm cheeks, which were rounded like honeydew melons, a deep cleft between them to emphasize their firmness. He would rather worship this than an unseen deity. Perhaps one day he’d burn for that one. Perhaps. But for sure he would burn without it. He began to walk around her, waiting for her to break her pose, noting long thighs that begged to be kissed. He barely heard her words.

We all have our silly dreams, I think. Mine is to be whole again, to live freely. I’d welcome my birthdays until my vanity had gone, along with my looks. Maybe a man would love me and, with his years, wouldn’t mind my ruin. We could rest on a park bench. We could talk about funny little things that only we knew. He could look at the pretty girls. I wouldn’t care for I’d do the same with the boys, and we’d pretend they passed, unnoticed.

And so that’s me, George. I’m pretty and I’m horrible. I tell truths and the opposite and I connive like a bitch. I have room for lust but none for pride. What have I done to be proud of? I don’t pretend to have shame. I can talk like this because tomorrow you won’t remember a thing.

He gazed at the tuft between her legs, noting that unlike the current fashion she didn’t trim the edges. There was no requirement anyway. She had a natural, pleasing diamond shape. She was also a natural blond.

My silly man, are you listening?

No, he was not. Her words skipped like a flat rock hydroplaning over an idle lake, leaving negligible ripples behind. He drank her in while she continued this silly game of standing still, his eyes drifting from her pubis to her navel, rising to the perfected beauty of her breasts, the very ones guaranteed to drive him mad.

George!

In a moment he would cup them, in a moment but why hurry? It was so hot for her to remain as she was while he took her in. Surely she saw the look in his eyes. Her neck resembled that of a model, thin and a bit high, and was straight with the delicacy of youth.

Stop it right now, you idiot!

Was she blabbering something? Did it matter? He’d kiss her neck first. See how long she could stand that! Make it nice and lingering. Let his tongue trace its way down her throat, feeling the sharp intake of her breath. He could hardly wait. His eyes continued looking up and she made some kind of screeching noise but he wasn’t about to stop. He passed chin and killer lips and then her scream did get through just before the slam of the most scintillating green eyes he had ever seen. Like incandescence they burst into him and he had to break away as his heart betrayed him with a hard, single thump that threatened to be his last. But it wasn’t. An after-image of her sensuous mouth had simultaneously seared itself into his memory, and the resultant strike gave him no choice but to snap his eyes shut as if cracked by a whip.

And yet part of him yearned for more.

Until now, girls had come easily to George and he thought he’d seen every shape and size. It never occurred to him that some women were best avoided on account of their sheer potency, that their clothing did not conceal an error nor flatter their figures, that their garments were not instruments of enticement but rather of protection, protection so that the poor man could keep his wits. Such women have a private grief unknown to their normal sisters–excess of any kind has an attendant cost–but devastating women also have a very real danger. This one was lethal and had him mounted as surely as a butterfly in a collection. George knew it and didn’t give a damn. He’d give anything for her, anything.

He never considered the pin.

‘Young, dumb, and full of cum.’ She sounded tired, worn, resigned. Come, my George.

He was reeling on his feet and didn’t see the air above wisp into a cloud and begin drifting down to settle about him, and nowhere else. He was not aware of her enveloping need as such, but he did know a shiver when she whispered toward the auricles and ventricles of his heart. She murmured sweet nothings from his ear to his brain, which couldn’t compare to the love she had for the contact of his body. She lied with great sincerity when his lids moistened, as his eyes glazed over, and promised the delight of refulgent pleasures, both spoken and unspoken, normal and forbidden. Pleasures to crave but wise to shun, for never once did she mention the price of the ticket. Her offer was a bouquet, slow-acting but oh so good.

Come and breathe me.

No, said the remnant of a flicker.

His reply changed nothing. He would lose tonight, like the night before, and before, and before.

The wisp gathered in the direction of his resting mouth and clear nose, gathered as it collected into a denser form. It abandoned the balance of his person as unimportant. It condensed and where it came to rest, it remained patiently to be drawn. His breathing was not affected when he inhaled the essence of Belladonna, pretty lady, perfume of nightshade. She was sweet in the humidity of his lungs, kind to the tissues that welcomed her, and gentle to every cell she hushed into a comfortable sleep. Pliant he was as she permeated him more effectively than the presence of oxygen, huntress of the night diffused into delectable George.

And in the moment when she awakened him, George knew he would someday come to her, consumed with desire as much as she, and hold the mounds of her backside while he sealed his mouth over her lips and greedily sucked her. A handsome man, a solid man lowered his head like a marionette, and his fingers writhed as if inhabited by snakes. The belt of his robe began to loosen by itself and he knew what he wanted her to do.

Touch me, my dear George.

His hands were her hands; his lust was her lust; they rode a crest together, rising as strong pectorals and hills, well swollen, were combined into standing waves.

His hands lifted from his sides, hands with calluses and masculine strength, strength pulled to her nipples that were as sensitive as the cap of his penis. Whether he rubbed her or himself, it felt the same, was the same. He stayed with her and knew she was but wood, could be pinched very hard as there was not flesh to deform or bend. And she felt pleasure instead of pain, her nipples begging for more, and the more he pinched, the closer she came, they came.

She was already groaning. Give it to me; give it to me now.

His robe parted wide and something yanked his briefs down, and then writhed over the fuzz of his abdomen. He could take anything now, see anything now, he couldn’t wait to come into her and merge.

Look at me, my George; look and have what you want.

He opened his eyes and was lost to sumptuous red, focused yet drowsy upon parted lips. He wanted to feel the kiss, share the kiss of connection, but all his mouth could do was open to the air. Her elegant cheeks, flaring exquisitely, ached to be stroked by his willing hand. It was not to be.

My eyes, my eyes, look into my eyes. Don’t stop; hurry!

They were almost out of time. His eyes which would not obey him locked into the unending gaze of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyes were preternaturally lit from within, shimmering greenly with a touch of emerald fire, caring deeply for him and yet not, captivating far beyond the point of endurance. There was a fathomless depth here, drawing from him as though she could not possibly get enough but must get enough–a soul pulling from his core life and breath, not caring. In his mind he saw her head suddenly twitch like a woman under the influence of an electric current, and her eyes widened in surprise as if she had quite forgotten the phenomenal power of a man.

Like a wrap she clung to him, her perfect lower teeth becoming more visible, an utterance forming from deep within her throat. Her hands released him from above in order to grab him below, and her voice dropped two octaves into a most unusual sound, a guttural moan which shook to the cadence of her hands. She took one long blink to savor the beauty of her pleasure, alive to how good it was and how bad it was; what she was doing and what she would soon be feeling, very soon now, the feeling of a conduit connected directly to his groin. Her voice rose as she sensed him quivering and the corners of her pretty lips flared into little peaks of victory, eyes fastened to eyes. Her dark pupils were enlarged with her craving, smoky embers of glory and ice. She heard a distant sound, up and off to an impossible scale, a voice too high for a man but too frenzied for a woman, the wailing of an animal in awful heat.

His throat felt stuffed as though by the medium of cotton; he found it impossible to cry although he wanted to, ramming his penis forward to leave it there, a mindless organ spitting into her churning hands. Upon his shove an ancient spasm convulsed her so hard that her head snapped back and the whites of her eyes rocked up to be passed by her heavy lids coming down, and her red lips contorted like the pain of the gored. The shudder of pulsed rapture struck as waves from the very pit of her, and in that instant forced the cry of her unendurable pleasure to the four walls which were deaf to the sound of her ecstasy, the room only hearing the calm blanket of night.

And through it all, past it all, there was a promise unkept. She had lied. All of this they knew as they imploded into a single fusion–her lies and meager good, his zest and attitude of a slut–they knew each other completely.

And kept shuddering in place.

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The room did not quell nor did the surface of the earth touch them in the long moments that followed. Her still form remained as it was, as it always was. A beautiful young woman about to take a walk, her chin high and body firm with the suggestion of toned muscle, perfect posture. Her nipples were as fresh as the day the sculptor had carved them, her figure clean as though painted yesterday. No sign of ejaculate was on her. In her heart there was a peace. She said nothing to George who now lodged within a special place she had fashioned for him, a dwelling of raven black which was brightened by her occasional aftershocks. They were few in number, but when they quaked it was like the roll of wicked thunder. She floated high and was far too filled with her pleasure to notice that the atmosphere of the bedroom had subtly altered. The older woman lying on the Lilium bed wasn’t breathing deeply anymore.

Ruth Kempter’s eyes weren’t focusing all that well, but she was alert enough to barely part her lashes. She studied the male who was breathing strangely, his robe still open.

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Sun, 23 Apr 2017 03:36:08 UTC

Perryn and Chris (Part 1)

Blood. <br /> <br />Blood on the walls, the ceiling, the windows, the sheets. The average human carries one and a half gallons of blood in their body, and thats what’s covering everything. One point five gallons. <br /> <br />"Chris…" <br /> <br />Where did the blood come from, the body on the bed? No. Chest is still rising, no puncture wounds, no slash wounds, pure, pristine, skin polished to a sheen, like a doll with its dull plastic eyes..Plastic eyes? Mannequin. Why? Who knows, maybe god knows, lets ask him…Very good, god. Very Clever. <br /> <br />"Chris…" <br /> <br />Its hot in here…Maybe I should turn a fan on. Click. The fan’s spinning, and oh look, splatter splatter splatter. Like I said, covered in blood, and now its all over us. Skin red as the devil’s, painted with this sanguine substance. All we need is the tail, the horns, and the pitchfork and we’ll be good to go. <br /> <br />"Chris…!" <br /> <br />"What?!" Silence. We look around at all the eyes turning towards us, a good fifteen other students of Mr. Clarences’ geometry class watching with their beady little eyes and the looks of supressed hysterical laughter spread across their faces. Breath in slow, calm your racing heart, wait for the hardon to go away. "I’m sorry…I dosed off…I didnt get much sleep last night… Up all night studying for todays test." More like jerking off to the videos of that Lebonese chick we met on Cam4… <br /> <br />"I’m sure, Mister Keen…" John Clarence said to us, and the look in his eyes said ‘I dont doubt you. You’ve never made anything under a low B..You’ll do just fine.’ And everything would be fine, after all it’s common sense that will get us through this world. "I was hoping you could give us the answer to question… Let’s see, we’re doing odd numbers… Question Nine, on page 208… Seeing as how your book isn’t even open and you probably need a reminder." We didnt, of course, but it was just him being helpful – no need to get aggravated like you know we want to. <br /> <br />No one fucks with the quiet kid who makes good grades, especially after what happened with Joey Stanby a couple years ago, before we were even here. He took a pair of scissors and stabbed it into Jake Tillbury’s throat, who’d been beating him up whenever Joey didnt give him his homework. It’d become a routine – Joey would do his papers without signing his name, so that Jake could write his own. Like a disgruntled postman, he snapped – and stabbed Jake so many times that there was an inch wide empty hole open where his vocal cords had been. A lot of people saw it coming. All but Jake, who was too stupid and had little common sense. A lot of people mourned Jake, but no one gave a fuck about Joey – no one  took their hands away from their eyes long enough to see that Joey was grieving inside as well. <br /> <br />Jake’s parents, rich yuppies from who-knows-who-cares, pressed charges and Joey was given an adult sentence. We never quite figured out how long it was. Some said life, others said death row, but we merely sigh and sit back – watching. We glance at our paper, note the answer, and speak – words come out – Mr. Clarence smiles and nods, and now we can go back to sleep. <br /> <br />One set of eyes close, the other set watches. One sleeps, one smiles. Tick-tock goes the death clock, counting down til the day that once again something dies. The clock goes off, ring ring ri— Wait, what? That’s not the clock, that’s merely the signal for the next class. Groovy. One moves and collects the stuff from the table, the other rests with his head down against the desk making mumbly noises about how he can get no sleep. We sit up, Lexy staring at us as we glance over at her with silent irritation. Word on the grapevine is that Lexy Whatever-the-fuck-her-last-name-is has a crush on us. She’s short, a little chubby, but she has ivory skin and a ‘fuck me’ face. She’ll do nicely, "Hey Lex…Wanna carry my books to next class?" She laughs, "No way, Doofus, its /your/ job to carry /mine/!" Which is what we’ll do, you know, just to make ourselves look better. <br /> <br />*** <br /> <br />Perryn closed the laptop and raised her face to the emerging spring sun. God, the winter had been a long one. Checking my watch, I had but a few more precious minutes to enjoy the earth’s renewal before returning to the artificial lights of a temperature-controlled environment, the artificial people with the plastic faces and sterile conversation. I sigh heavily, wishing for a different life, a different something. I stand, tuck the laptop into the carrying case and head back to the office for several more hours of incoherent time-wasting directives from the incompetent human who is several pay grades above me but cannot fathom her True Mission in Life, which would be to Get The Hell out Of Mine. <br /> <br />I push the elevator button for "Up" and play the "Elevator Game", waging internal bets on which side the doors will open first. Is a game I play several times a day, from the moment I arrive, until I leave, and a few times during the day to smoke a cigarette. <br /> <br />The elevator sounds its "Ding" and I chalk up another win … most of the time it’s the right side … and I step in, along with several other passengers, most of whom I do not know. We stand apart from one another by several inches, each of us having pushed the button to take us back to our dreary little cube-farm worlds. <br /> <br />Time is an illusion of the mind I decide as my eyes linger on the minute hand that never seems to move fast enough to 5:00. I hear the clack-clack, clack-clack of the project manager’s heels heading dangerously in my direction down the hallway. Her square, bulky frame darkens my cubicle door as she thrusts a sheath of papers littered with red ink at me. <br /> <br />"Perryn, The Client finally submitted these changes and we need to return a corrected proof to them by first thing Monday morning." <br /> <br />My brain explodes with frustration that The Client should have thought of that much, much earlier in the week, but after 9 years in the business I know better than to protest —after all, The Client is Never Wrong. The Client Pays the Bills. The Client doesn’t care about your personal life or your sanity, Perryn! My stomach aches with repressed anger, noting Mary Harris’ smug, half-smile as I take the papers from her hand. I glance quickly thru the changes, assessing the amount of time it will take to complete the task and in a tight, constrained tone I reply "I’ll have it done by then, Mary. This shouldn’t take long". As she turns and walks away I count to 60, stand up, shove the papers into my laptop case and quickly make my way to the stairs. No elevator games tonight. <br /> <br />*** <br /> <br />"Ding, Ding!" The subway doors open and I step into the crisp, cool evening that heralds early spring on the east coast. "Fuck her. Fuck the Client and their fucking last-minute changes. I want a beer." I sling the laptop case strap over my shoulder, leaning hard into the heavy door of the Sunset Grille as I make my way into the perpetually-dim womb of my favorite dive. My refuge from the irritations and superficialities of the day. Refuge from what once was a stimulating, creative job that somehow morphed into a living hell. The bouncer never bothers to check my ID anymore, he just smiles and says "Welcome Back". I love him. <br /> <br />"Guiness Stout" I say to Lorraine, hoisting my ass onto the worn vinyl bar stool as I simultaneously hang the computer case on the hook under the counter. Lighting a cigarette while she opens the tap to pour the Guiness I stare into the mirrored back wall of the bar at the reflection of myself. <br /> <br />At 32, Perryn Page was an attractive, auburn-haired single woman whose last long-term commitment ended with his getting another woman pregnant. The string of brief sexual encounters and an internet fling that crashed-and-burned when she discovered that his relationship goals were firmly polyamorous left her disillusioned and disappointed. She loved her condo and enjoyed her privacy. What she lacked was a reliable Friends-With-Benefits. <br /> <br />*** <br />We crack our knuckles, not bothering to look at the perfect laminated picture of ourselves as we move towards the Sunset Grille, our eyes roaming across the tinted windows as we step up the sidewalk and pull the doors open, stepping inside. We don’t hesitate, we merely show the bouncer our ID casually while looking around, waiting for him to get a good look at us to compare…The comparison is made and he steps aside to let us in – the proof is in the writing and the actions, this one is older then he seems. <br /> <br />We approach the bar, not caring to glance at the other passengers on this train to emptyness, a fair-skinned hand reaching for the menu to glance at what’s available. "I’ll have a…Pina Colada, heavy on the vodka." Something sweet to dull the taste of the alcohol – watching as Mr. ‘Hello, My name is Smith’ gives us a double-take before shrugging and preparing to mix the drink. <br /> <br />Aside from our fair skin, we are somewhat normal looking – or so we would like to think. Normal means ‘easily forgotten’, though we suppose that we could pass for attractive if we wanted. We stand at Five foot ten, regularly built with hair down to our shoulders. We suppose our eyes are attractive, after all, somthing must have caught Lexy’s attention, and it certainly wasn’t our cleanliness – Our eyes are gray with small hazel rings around the pupils. We tend to stare off sometimes and have our subconcious do our work for us, which also tends to freak people out. <br /> <br />We glance down at the drink in front of us – the thick, white, drink staring us back in the face, taunting us, belittling us. ‘Neither of you are man enough to drink me…’, But we are. The drunk next to us looks over at us a moment, laughing, "What are you? Some kind of fairy?" he says, not recognizing that in that instant he had signed his death warrant. Our eyes turned towards him a moment, dark and cold in their precision and for a moment, somthing deep down did recognize that this day would be his last, as something gave him pause. We turned back towards our drink, taking it and bringing it to our lips as we pour the cold liquid down our throats – the tropical flavor greeting our tongues as our blood runs cold. The man is celebrating this being his last day in town. He’s moving. Got a new job. He won’t be missed here, not for a while, at least…No one will remember his passing and will simply believe that he severed all ties that bind. We’d kill him anyway for simply questioning our sexuality because of something so trivial as a drink preference, but that didn’t matter. He was the one. <br /> <br />*** <br /> <br />"Here you go, Perryn. Haven’t seen you in a while" says Lorraine as she places a small, square napkin on the bar and then sets the thick, dark brew on it in front of me. <br /> <br />"Not much to tell." I shrug. "Same ole, same ole. Mary Harris —the bitch— is intent on making my life more miserable than it already is." I lift the glass to my lips and take a long pull from the beer, it’s frothy head leaves a mustache along my top lip. I reach for another napkin to wipe it off, glance into the mirrored back wall and freeze. The young guy at the end of the bar is standing unnaturally still, his hand poised over a drink and his eyes locked on the man to his right. <br /> <br />Instinctively I am aware that something is not quite right. I set the half-empty glass down and lean forward a bit, whispering "Lorraine? Who is that guy—" my eyes transfixed on the motionless figure of the young man. <br /> <br />Lorraine —a short, rotund woman of indeterminate age— looks over her shoulder and then back at me, casually shrugging while she places another napkin on the bar. "Who, the kid? Dunno. Never seen him before." <br /> <br />I drain the remainder of my beer and set the glass down. "Another?" she asks, reaching for the empty mug. <br /> <br />Nodding, I light another cigarette and avert my eyes, but there is something … compelling about the character standing nonchalantly at the other end of the bar. "Yeah, neither have I." Lorraine turns to refill my glass, and I try to locate another point upon which to fasten my attention but as if pulled by some magnetic force I allow myself another look. <br /> <br />He’s staring back at me. <br />

Erotic Horror

Thu, 22 Apr 2010 14:05:32 UTC

Working in a Red Room

My name is Dimitri , 23 years old and I lived in a poor East European shit-country where most of the people must work only to survive. So sorry that my English is not perfect. Because I also want to drive a nice car, to have a good smartphone, etc. , like many men, I always search for ways to earn extra money.

On a Saturday evening, in a bar in the centre of the city, some unknown guy came to me and said : ‘Hi , my name is Adam , are you interested in a job where you can earn a lot of money ? ‘ . He was wearing a nice suit , dark glasses, but his voice was soft : the first impression was confidence.
‘Of course’ I said, and my name is Dimitri . We sat down , he paid me a cocktail and asked : ‘if I would say ‘no ‘ if the job is not completely legal. I joked and said , ‘if I don’t have to rob a bank and if it pays good, no problem’. He laughed . Then he asked if I Like girls or boys, ‘girls, of course’. I replied. He talked like ‘a funny guy ‘ and suddenly he said : – ‘ if you want, you can earn € 5000 for a few hours’ work – ‘. The only important thing you must do is ‘to forget what you did after ‘ and to be happy with your € 5000. So when you work a few days a week you will soon have € 50.000 a month or more. He looked at me straight in the eyes with his dark glasses and said : ‘so tell me now : will we continue with this conversation or do you want to go home ‘ ?
I could not answer directly, but after one minute I answered : ‘ For this kind of money I want to do a lot so tell me more details ‘. ‘Fine ‘, he said while he reached out his hand , ‘ but do we have a deal that everything we say now stays between us and do you want to confirm this with your life ‘? Now I got the feeling it was some kind of gangster, I became a little bit scared , but why not , it was only words. So I agreed.
‘Listen Dimitri ‘, you know that if you don’t want to do this job, many others guys will so the result is the same : ‘it will happen ‘ so if your answer is no,’ it does not make a difference only that another guy become rich and you will stay a poor rat’. Somewhere he had a point : no matter what the job is, somebody will do it and become rich. Of course he made me very curious, I agreed with this private conversation and asked Adam to go on. He asked : ‘ do you know that many rich people pay a lot of money just to look at a webcam-site ‘ ? I laughed and replied ‘yes of course , but I’m not good enough to play in porn-movies ‘.

‘ No ! ‘ . replied Adam short and loud . His voice became silent again and whispered in my ear : ‘they pay for life performances to see how victims are raped and more. This is the only business for our company : customers pay and we do what they want for their money. When they pay an amount, they can send a scenario they want to see. Then our K-team (kidnap-team ) looks if it’s possible to find the subject and we make a price. If they agree, they must pay the rest and then we make an appointment to come online to start the show. This customer is the ‘director ‘, He controls what must happen life on line. There are also ‘lurkers ‘, they pay less but can only watch , not control. Sometimes a few hundred lurkers are online during the show. Your job : – to assist in the – redroom – .
He looked at me very straight in the eyes again and said : ‘remember your promise with your life to keep this between us ; should I go on, or do you want to leave ‘? I did not know what to say first, but realized I was so far in it that I could not just leave so I said : ‘no ok , go on ‘.
Adam became more relaxed now and he continued: ‘ we do everything, girls, boys or whatever, but of course, most clients want girls and because the motivation is good for the show, you will assist the girl performances. Don’t worry: it’s weird in the beginning, but after a few shows you get used to it and may even like it! Imagine what you can do with all that money! Now serious: there is only one director who pays a lot and he decides life during the show what must be done. Of course he writes first some kind of scenario so that we can prepare everything but during the show he is the boss. The lurkers pay less, but they can only watch. The director gives a description of the victim, our ‘search team ‘ looks in another environment for the appropriate profile. then our ‘kidnap-team ‘ kidnaps the object from the street, transport it directly to our company here and tie the subject on a toilet with a bag over the head. Finally, we give the signal ‘subject ready ‘ to the director and make the appointment to start the show. This must happen fast because almost every ‘director ‘ wants to see a ‘fresh ‘ victim in the clothes they wear before the kidnap so: ‘we do not tolerate that someone damage the object before the show’! Once an appointment is made , the lurkers get informed when the show comes on line, if they have paid of course. Don’t think the ‘director ‘ is always a man, sometimes it is a rich woman and they are the most difficult customers! Now I want your reply : to go home, forget this and stay a poor rat or enjoy us : became rich and perhaps it will amuse you. If you don’t want to decide now, agree, but anyway : we must meet each other again . And Dimitri , I know where you live of course !’ . I stood perplex , frozen , this information was dangerous . Adam ordered another drink , smile relaxed and said : ‘don’t worry, I know the feeling, but now I live in a nice villa with pool , drive a Porsche 95 , can fuck any girl I want and pay the cops to let me without questions. I live like a king !
Suddenly some weird energy came in me ; I reached out my hand to him and said – ‘deal’- ! I want to try it, tell me where and when’. Adam looked surprised about my swift decision, shacked my hand firmly and said – ‘deal ‘ – !, You will not regret it! There is a show on Saturday, 3pm. Give me your gsm-number. You will receive a text message around 1pm with the address where one of our drivers will pick you up and bring you to the playroom. Your guide is ‘Sergei’ . It’s your first time so you must look and learn what the 2 assistants must do because next time you will be one of the 2 assistants.. . The first time you get € 3000, next if you succeed and if you are a full assistant its € 5000. How long the show takes depends from the scenario of the director and also how strong the object is. We had had customers who just wants to see a swift, hard action from only a few minutes just to see them die, others want to see torturing during hours but also some want to see just a rape. So it depends. Of course you understand: even if the director is soft and asks to let the object go we confirm this but in reality we cannot let it go for security-reasons. In this case when we are off-line and if some guys of our ‘staff’ wants to play they can do what they want, but you know how it must end for the object, always… Now: go home , dream about the money you will get and welcome to the company’ ; I have to go now. ‘Oh yeah , before I forget he smiled: take a bag with you with spare clothes because sometimes it’s a mess there’. Adam left , I would never see him again. He left me with a fearful heart, I could not realize what I did, but still, all that money…

Saturday I did not sleep a lot, was nervous as hell. At 1 : 00 pm exactly my phone gave a receiving signal. The message was : wait at 1:20pm at the corner of a-street and b-and street. A black Mercedes will pick you up. Be there . Success, – Adam. I was shaking as a leaf, answered , ‘ok ‘, pulled on my jeans vest, took my bag with extra pants and shirt and was on my way to the to the place of appointment . 12:20 pm At the corner of a- and b-street : I saw a black Mercedes coming who was flashing with his lights. He stopped in front of me ; I could not see inside because all the windows were dark . I opened a back door and heard a voice ‘in front ‘. I opened the front door and got in. The driver was around 60 years, completely bold, glasses, dressed in a black suit and was smoking. He did not look at me, did not say anything : I felt myself not comfortable and yes, afraid .

He drove toward an abandoned industrial area. I knew the place ; a lot of people worked there during communist time. Now it’s one abandoned, sad place where only rats are live. The car stopped in front of an old paint-factory. The driver said nothing, just continued smoking. Suddenly the door went open, a big guy reached out his hand and said : ‘Hi , I’m Sergei, welcome to the company ‘.
I shacked his hand , got out of the car, took my bag but did not know how to behave myself . Sergei noticed this and calmed me by saying : ‘don’t worry ‘ , my job is to introduce you and to guide you into your new job. Before we go into the room I will tell you what you can expect, follow me ‘.

We went into the old factory, he opened a big steel door, I followed him. We went along with old, rusty stairs going down the basement. He opened another door, behind it was a whole complex of corridors and doors. I saw camera’s everywhere. It was not a dark place, on the contrary ; fresh painted in light colors ! In the half of a corridor, Serge opened a green door and said : ‘welcome to my office’. It had nothing specials : just an old metal office; probably a remnant from the time that the factory was still producing paint. But then I saw under his suite a holster with a gun in it. I realized now I could not stop this or go back, I must put my way of thinking about zero, go on with it and see what happens .

‘So Dimitri ‘ , He said with a relaxed voice : ‘I will tell you clearly and directly what happens here , what we expect from you and of course : when you leave this place with your money this never happened ‘ . What else could I say then ‘ok, I understand ‘… . I thought by myself : now it’s the time to say nothing , listen carefully, try to be relaxed and not to show any fear ‘.
Sergei started his conversation : ‘ we are professional businessmen, we don’t ask questions and just do what the customer wants’. Our customer, the ‘director ‘ sends a basic scenario so that we know what kind of things he wants to see, if we should buy some extra tools, if he wants also girls to assists or whatever he wants. Funny: some of them asks to piss on the object so drink some water before… You have luck : you have the department of – young girls – ; children, we don’t do, but such customers we refer to colleagues, but still: your objects can be 12 or younger if for example the customer wants an object with budding tits. Age as number is not important, but the look must be as the director described. He grinned: ‘Once a client wanted a girl around 14 but the k-team came with a 25 year-old. But she looked so small and skinny and had such small tits so that the client never knew the real age, but sill paid for a 14 which is much more expensive’…
So the objects are the ‘movie-stars ‘ and must give a show for the customers who pay a lot of money to see it. The director is the boss, not us ! What he commands must happen, no matter what, understand? What else could I do then nod yes… So your task is to do things that the director wants; you must do it as good as possible because the lurkers also pay a lot and if they like the show, they will pay us again to come back, so more money… . For your first time: I suppose the session can take a few hours because the director wants a session where the subject must fall unconscious as much as possible, it must make a lot of noise and by the time it cannot wake up anymore there may be not much left of it. This means that the assistants (like you soon ) may not let her bleed a lot, not damage her eyes and tongue. They must do the things the director wants to see her react, but not too hard because she must stay a life as long as possible. So: let’s hope we have luck that’s it’s a strong-one. It can happen sometimes that the director is not satisfied because the object dies too soon, but it’s not mostly our fault: we do what he wants and cannot know how strong the object is. We never give money in return! So you must learn to know the limits to let them react, but not go too far so they die fast! But don’t worry: Yvan, the redroom-boss , will constantly look on his tablet what the director wants and show it to the assistants what they must do. Very important : Yvan communicates with the assistants out of the camera view so the director and lurkers can concentrate and enjoy themselves on the object. The clients can choose between many cameras and there are also 2 mobile cameramen to make closeups : one always zooms in on the face, the other on – the place of action. – Always try to stay out of the image! About the victim: consider it as an object just to make money. So , are you shocked? ‘

Indeed, I was but I realized there was no return. I ensured him that I was ok , of course nervous but ready to go into the room. ‘Fine ‘, he said , let’s go to the red room. But first I’ll show you how we keep the object in anticipation of the show. Oh yeah, bad luck for you : you as assistant may not rape. For this we hire ‘strong big men with experience ‘. The guys from the rape-team are selected on their ugliness , brutality , big dig and their talent to come always with a lot of sperm , most customers want to see this. Like animals; the more brutal and ugly the better and I don’t think you have this profile . I saw a big smile on his mouth….
Sometimes a customer wants that we do a ‘preparation ‘ to the victim like one week ago a customer wanted that we bring in a raped, beaten girl and he just wanted to see how she get hanged . So in this case we had to prepare her among us and then you can help. Or a soft-client can ask just to see the object strip and to have forced sex and after we let her go home. Of course, this is not possible, but we assure the client, we will return her to her home safely. After the show you and the men can do with the object what they want, but as you suppose it may not survive, no witness.

‘Now let’s go’ he said and I followed Sergei ; he closed his green door and continued walking through the corridor. He hit right into another hallway that literally ended at a red door. Before the end of the corridor, on the right site there was a blue door. He opened it and said: ‘look, here is the object of the show’. I was astonished… I saw a girl in black dress, sitting on a toilet with her panties over her shoes, her arms tied around her back and a bag over her head. She had some bib around her neck. The body was trembling like a leaf. ‘Look’, Sergeï said: the k-team tied her to a toilet because of the stress she will shit and piss a lot and the client wanted a fresh object like it came just from the street with normal clean clothes. Because they captured it 2 days ago, the k-team gave her bib to keep the clothes clean when they are pushing down food and water into her throat. And also to avoid saliva on her clothes because she has a rag in her mouth. 5 Minutes before the show starts the k-team must clean her ass, pull-up her pants, remove the bag and the rag and bring her in. Of course, it’s not always like this: it can happen a client wants to bring an object that is left for a few days without anything. So it’s a mess if we remove the clothes, but like I said: client is king…
Ok, now let’s go into the red room’. We left the toilet and went through the red door: I saw a ‘white room’; the walls and floor were made of white smooth stones, like in a swimming pool and the floor had drains .

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There were a few men working: one had a tablet, another was sitting on a computer desk, I guess this was the ‘IT-man’ and 2 others were laughing like they were telling jokes. They looked at me while saying, ‘hi, the new guy’ and shook my hand friendly. Weird… just like the first day in a normal job. Then 2 young guys came to say hello to me and introduced themselves as ‘the assistants’. They had the same profile as me: around 20 years, just normal guys who want to do a job to earn money.

The room had camera’s everywhere and to every wall a big flat screen was mounted. There was also a wheel with a garden-hose, probably to ‘clean easy’ after a show. In the middle of the room was a bed: an old model, entirely in metal but without mattress. The bottom of the bed was simply consisted of a metal grid. It was old and rusty with belts everywhere, I suppose, to tie the victim to the bed. Next to the bed was an electric tacle. ‘look’, he said: the tackle is easy to use: one button with arrow up, one with arrow down and our special ‘red button.’ if you press this, the hook opens automatically so it’s easy to connect handcuff chains or whatever. To disconnect the subject is easy with this button: just push it and the subject falls down, you don’t have to lift it up. In the corner was some kind of large grey plastic bin on wheels.
On the other side of the room was another door.
‘Come’, said Serge¨, let me show you around and give you some explanation. Here on this tackle the show usually begins. Mostly the object is tied with the arms up and a bag over the head before the start. If customer wants we can easily lift the subject up. The bed has no mattress because, like this it’s easy to clean: just use the garden-hose to clean it. This is also a part of your job: to clean the room for the next victim. The customers also like the impression of the old, rusty model.

The big bin here we use for the ‘garbage-container’ like the clothes and shoes we take off, handbags or whatever they carried with them. And yeah: sometimes also hair, teeth or things we must cut off. And of course at the end you must help to throw what is left of the object in the bin. But it’s the ‘clean-team’ that takes care of what is in the bin: they will burn everything what’s in it, so lucky for you this is not your job.’

Now he asked me to follow him into the ‘storage’, this was behind the other door in the red room. When I came into this room, I got a very unpleasant feeling. I saw things like whips, clamps, wire, metal bars, needles, ropes, chains, a few hundred ‘little fishhooks with wire’, all kinds of knives, a terrible collection of dildo’s even with sharp nails in it, a gas fire, buckets, nippers, electrical wires, even a shelf, underpants and bra with sharp nails in it. Also a lot of Dettol: ‘nobody wants to get ill so the hygiene is very important. After the session the assistants must clean and disinfect all the toys here, after every session, we don’t want to see blood, nothing!’
I told him that I understand it and I will respect the rules. ‘Super’, now for your first session, let’s talk to Yvan what it will be this time’. I followed him to Yvan who was ‘working’ on his tablet. ‘Hi new-one’ he said: ‘listen: look good what will happen, don’t think and just do what I say. Never, but never refuse, run away or vomit in front of the camera! I know first time can be hard, but if necessary : run to the outdoor and relax in the corridor! Never talk during the session, only if you must give a command to the victim what it must do. Understood?’ What else could I do as saying ‘clear!’..

Suddenly a big bald guy came in and gave a handbag to Yvan. ‘Here new-one’ he said; ‘your first job. Before they bring in the victim, they handle over the personal things to the assistants. They must see if there are some valuable things, the rest you put into the container to be destroyed. Put the value-things on the desk. Don’t look for cellphones, the K-team destroys them directly after the kidnap.’ If the subject wears jewelry, earrings or whatever: remove them after the session’.

Yvan went to the ‘IT-man and left me with the handbag of the subject they will bring in. Sergeî nodded – ok – to me for my first mission. It was a soft-brown leather female handbag. I opened it and find the usual things like make-up, mirror, tampons, wallet. I opened the wallet, took the money out and put in on the desk. I took her passport and saw the picture of a very nice girl with long, curly black hair. Her name was ‘Anoushka’, 19 years old. ‘ This must absolutely be destroyed’ said SergeÎ. ‘Never try to take it with you such as any other thing from the subject’! I nodded yes and went to the plastic bin to throw all the personal things of Anoushka in it. I saw her passport with her beautiful picture laying down in the bin, it was a terrible feeling. But I had to be strong, brain on zero: no way return.

Now the door has gone open and 2 men came in with a professional camera. One had the profile of ‘an accountant’ : a frail man with glasses and weird haircut, the other looked more like Beethoven. They were testing their stuff while the IT-man was working on his computer .

I saw the 4 big flat screens activated : changing the images from one camera-view to a diagram with more images . ‘Look ‘ , said Sergei : ‘the customer can switch to the image that he wants. Once paid, the customer receives soft with a special browser. It works very well : its high-quality image and clear sound ‘.

One of the assistants came out of the store-room and threw a pile of balaclavas on the desk . ‘Look Dimitri ‘ , Sergei said : ‘never , never forget to put on a cap before we go online or we have to kill you. ‘ He smiled, I did not know whether he meant or not. ‘Serious ‘ , He said : not only for security reasons, but also because the customers like this, it fits well in the scenario . This was a clear message .

Suddenly Yvan clapped his hand and shouted : ‘5 minutes to go ‘ , everybody takes your cab and into positions’. Like Everybody did, I went to the desk and took a cap to pull it over the head , even the IT-man did this ! He concentrated himself on his control panel and there I saw : ‘876 users on-line ‘, the assistants closed the red entrance door and took place against the wall next to the entrance door , the cameramen are funny with their cabs . They were pointing their cameras to the closed red entrance door, Yvan was concentrated on his tablet. Sergei said : ‘remember always to stay as much as possible out of the camera view and never, never speak ! This rule is for everybody who comes here, no voices ! The customers only want to enjoy the sounds of the victim , not our voices in a strange language for them ! And of course also for security reason. And if it gets too rough for you this first time and you need to vomit, run outside! I replied : ‘ok , understood clearly’. And now it became eerily quiet in the room . Only a sound came from the IT-man’s keyboard . Everybody was just waiting in silence until Yvan gave the sign. …

Now Yvan clapped his hands and counted down with his fingers: 5-4-3-2-1; completely silence… On the control-panel was a red banner ‘on-line’.
Now I heard big steps in the corridor and also a crying female voice. These sounds became louder and louder. Suddenly the red entrance door flew open and I recognized – the bold driver which brought me to here. Over his shoulder he had the ‘subject’ : the girl I saw who was tied to the toilet. – a slim body in a black dress with a dirty burlap sack over her head – .
She was wearing white open shoes, her ankles and wrists were bound together . On the big screens I saw how the cameramen made professional zooms of the body over his shoulder . What I heard was crying , begging words, nothing more. The bold driver threw the subject on the ground, turned around and went away. Because I remember how I emptied the handbag and saw her passport, I knew her name was Anoushka . But I could not think like this anymore, I must see her as a subject because I realize terrible things would happen to her now so it was better to replace Anoushka by a subject without feelings, to put my brains on zero now ! The cameramen begin to film the crying victim on the ground from every angle. On the screens you saw her laying down on the floor, shaking and full of fear. Her shocking sounds were terrible. Sergei gestured to look at Yvan’s tablet just like the assistants did . I could read clearly the instructions of the director : ‘I want to see her standing up on the tackle, brutal removing of bag , hair pulling , faces labs and one good punch in the belly’ . Yvan gave a sign to an assistant to do it . To me he gave a sign to look very good .
An assistant went to the tackle-control panel and let it down. Without a word the other assistant went to ‘the object ‘ and puts the chain from the handcuffs around her wrists into the hook on the tackle and removes the rope from her ankles. The other one pushed the ‘up’-button. Now I saw the tackle coming up and dragged her body with it. First her hands, arms, her full body wrapped in a beautiful black dress and her moving legs until she was standing outstretched .
The IT-man activated the floor- , ceiling camera’s and wall camera’s around the tackle; the 2 cameramen slowly walked around her and made extra shots of her trembling , shaking body. On the screen I saw every detail of her body, filmed from every corner. The floor cameras showed her nice legs that ended to the view of her light-blue panties.
What goes to my mind are 2 things : first is ‘ I don’t want to see a horrible murder, just want to go home and forget this’ but the other site : the dark site, the site from a young man who loves woman says ‘ wow, no : I want to see more’ . What I’m I ; a victim, a sadist, a bad guy? Soon I will know myself better. Anyway : technically this was the good professional work ; high-quality-level for the – customers – . In my head, I try to forget the name ‘Anoushka ‘ but it keeps on spinning in my head .

Now an assistant comes in front of her, I see on the screen the burlap sack . Suddenly the assistant beats a few times with left- and right hand against the back, in a very fast, brutal move he removes the sack from her head, grabs her hair, moves her head in every direction very brutal , gives her a few hard face slabs, a big punch in this nice , flat belly and steps away from her.
The sound was one sobbing , begging, weeping mess with words like ‘why , let me, help , I just want to go home , please don’t do this ‘ etc… But nobody of the men made any sound , we could only hear ‘it ‘, the ‘subject ‘ as I must see her. I realized that also the 876 users could see this, get a kick from this while playing with themselves etc … Terrible feeling, but my dark site founded it somewhere exciting.

They filmed her about 5 minutes, then Yvan gave us a sign and showed us the ‘director’s new message : ‘lift her up , use 2 whips to rip this dress but never remove the nice open shoes until the fall !’. He gave a sign to the assistants , they went into the ‘storage room ‘ and came back with two long black whips . When she saw this, she became in terrible panic and started to scream ‘no please ‘ but suddenly the other assistant pushed the up-button from the tackle until her feet were lifted from the floor. Now she was hanging only by her wrists, which must be very painful . On every screen we saw all the images from the camera’s which the – lurkers- could shoos . The 2 cameramen were zooming in to her – what once was beautiful – crying face, the other to her trembling legs and feet. They went away by the assistant that stood behind her gave his first lash . I never hear such terrible cry in my life; it was heartbreaking; her whole body was shaking like a reed. The whip went all the way around her body. Now the other assistant who stood in front of her used his whip : a heavy cry echoed in the room .
When her shaking body turned around, I saw that the whip around her body damaged the zipper from her dress and gave a first glimpse of her naked body. Now the 2 assistants, each in turn started to whip her. It was one entirely sound of heavy cries mixed with a flapping , shrill sound .

I saw her body turning , shaking , trembling and tried to avoid the latches. Her dress became more damaged now: I saw parts of her legs, belly, back. But now Yvan raised his hand to stop and to come to the tablet. The cameraman zoomed in to her destroyed dress, her naked skin, which had also a bit damaged with red lines and her face which was one crying mess full of tears. Yvan let us show next commando on his tablet : ‘ remove this dress with a big knife , let het hang a few minutes, then whips only above her underpants.

So be it : one assistant went into the store-room and came back with a big knife which made her very afraid , I had the impression she began to realize that it is finished…. The assistant grabbed her robe with one hand, with the other hand, he cut it into pieces and removed it completely so now she was hanging on her wrists in underwear, her body had some red lines everywhere. He kicked away the parts of her dress to give the floor-camera’s a view and went away . .
It was quiet in the room , the only sound was a soft crying sound . The cameramen were busy to zoom in on her body: every curve , every red line of her body. When they zoomed in to her light-blue underpants we could clearly see she had sanitary napkins under it: so she was in her period . The 2 feelings came up again : one of horror and disgust, one small dark ‘ exiting ‘, somewhere sexually provocative .

Now the assistants took their whips again, I heard and saw terrible reactions on her face and they began to whip her again, from both sides, each in turn on her and bra and belly. After a few whips I saw a lot of red lines on her belly, her bra was damaged and her right-tit came out of it and was bleeding . Yvan made a sign to stop , the assistants went away .

The cameramen did their job again : On the big screen the results : her back full and belly full of red lines and some blood , a bit on her belly , one tit was hanging out of bra bar and many bloodlines on belly and back . Yvan whispered to the assistants to pull of her bra now and to give 10 more whips on the region of her tits. The assistants were approaching the object again; one brutally pulled off what was left of her bra.
Now they started to whip her from both sides on her back and tits: the sound was one mass of latches and horrible cries. When they stopped her back and tits were full of bloodlines. Like always the cameramen zoomed in on the damaged places: her back was so red, her tits half destroyed, even the nipple of her left tit was completely torn off and was bleeding heavy.
Yvan showed us the next command: to pull out her under pant whip her on the legs, pussy and ass. So it started again: one assistant pulled out her under pant, , her sanitary napkins fell out. I saw her black hair with some blood on her legs from her period and another that came from her belly. Now the assistants started to whip again, but only on legs, ass and pussy. The terrible sounds started again, but her moves were less; I think her resistance was broken. When they stopped, now also her legs were full of red bloodlines. The cameramen were zooming in: we could see in close up the damage on her body: many flesh wounds, almost her whole body was full of red lines. We saw and hear her fast breaths … .
The floor-cameras were showing the view from under ; you could see her once-nice-shaped legs now full of bloodlines , her bleeding pussy and her shaking belly and half-destroyed tits . Yvan made another gesture to see the next command from the director .

He whispered to one of the assistants to go into the store-room and to warm up an iron : the director wanted to see her feet full of burned spots. The assistant went to the store-room while on the screen we saw ‘the subject ‘ hanging , trembling , full of fear and pain but she was still at consciousness . I guess my – colleague – will activate the gas-fire in the storage-room and warm up an iron . After a few minutes he came back with a red-glowing iron ; the cameramen took the position : one on feet and legs ; one to her face which was really getting in panic when she saw the hot iron .

The assistant came closer to her feet and touched briefly a tone with it . I heard a terrible cry , and tried to avoid the iron, but it was no , use . I saw how constantly he touched her feet and tones everywhere with the iron so they became full of black burned spots . This was not my style , we even could smell the burned flesh but this did not turn me on. What else could I do then keep still and watch . Her feet became full of burned black spots everywhere , her body was shaking like hell , her sounds were atrocious . Suddenly he stopped because it seems she did not move anymore : she lost consciousness . They stepped away , from the floor camera we could also see that she lost her urine . I saw it expiry of her legs and also the camera lens was wet . The cameramen did their job again and started to zoom in on her. Yvan stuck up his thumb, it seems the director gave compliments .
Yvan whispered to us to start with the second position . First, we must tackle her body high from the ground and then let her fall. Then she must be tied outstretched on the bed with open legs. And so one assistant pushed the button from the tackle to lift her up, now she was hanging about 2m above the ground. The cameramen took their position: one on her body, the second on the floor. The assistant pushed the ‘open hook’ button, now with a big smash we saw and heard her body falling on the ground. Because of the smash, she started to move again, but on the screen we could see how her right-foot was in a broken position because of the blow on the floor.

Now Yvan came to me and whispered that if he gives the sign, I must go out in the corridor to give the instructions to the rape-team: to come in each on turn with a light up a cigarette, to open her mouth, to piss in it, make their dig hard on it and extinguish the cigarette against her pussy. Then to come in her pussy as brutal as possible. I was a bit confused, but said ‘ok ‘, what else could I do.
Now I saw how the 2 assistants taking her wrists and dragged her across the floor to the old, sharp rusty bed . On the floor were traces of blood and urine . Now the other assistant came to help and took her feet, I saw terrible reactions of pain when he grabbed her right-foot because it was broken and burned everywhere. She began to cry again and to try to struggle a bit, which was no use of course . They threw her on the iron bed, removed the handcuffs , opened her arms and tie a strong rope around her wrists . Then each assistant took an ankle , put her legs over the trailing edge of the bed and tie her ankles firmly to the bed . Then they pulled the ropes around her wrists and attached them to the bed . She cried it out because this had to be very painful ; the old bed was rusty and full of sharp edges .
There was even a floor camera under the bed : on the screen I could see her damaged back full of lines but now with much more blood . The cameraman started to zoom her from everywhere in close-up. Her body became more and more damaged with bloodlines everywhere: one tit without a nipple, feet were full of burning marks and one was seriously broken. Her face was almost intact, but I fear they will change it now.
Now one of the assistants went behind the bed, took her by her hair and lifted her head up. I remember the wish of the ‘director ‘ that she must see everything . Now yvan gave me the sign to go outside and tell the instructions to the rape-men in the corridor. When I opened the door, I saw a bunch of very ugly , fat old stinking man full of tattoos . Almost everybody was smoking so there was no need to give them cigarettes. I told them the instructions and they started to laugh and joke telling ‘don’t worry new-one , we know our job’. So the first one came in, surrounded by the cameramen. He took place next to the bed , the eyes of ‘the object ‘ looked terrible . She tried to say ‘no please ‘ but nobody was listening… The fat , old stinking guy pulled his pants down and came on the bed over her .
It was terrible to see this dirty , smelling dick in front of her face. Now he gave her a face slap , brutally opened her mouth and put his thing in it while he began to piss. It was disgusting! Then he took over the hair from the assistant and started to move her head brutally over his dick until it disappeared completely into her mouth . It looked like she was choking on it. After a minute he pulled out his dick out and indeed : it was large and stiff now .
The assistant took her hair over and upright, her face. It looked really terrible : I bit blood was coming , also full of urine, mucus and some vomit . The stinking fat rapist took place in front of her open legs and extinguish the cigarette between her legs. She tried to scream, but her face was so distorted that it was not a scream anymore . One cameramen now constantly zoomed in on her face , the other to her pussy. Suddenly, the fat old stinking guy putted his dick in front of her pussy and in one big punch his big dick disappeared completely into her pussy.
I saw on the screen how her face got terrible expressions . The man ejaculated a few times, pulled out his thing and went out of the room. The cameraman hurried him to film between her legs: one big mess of sperm and blood . Her face looked terrible, but the sounds was more moans now , I think she realized everything and hoped it will soon be over. For the first time in my life I saw a girl getting raped and tortured , soon murdered . I’m not like this and will never be like this . I must see this pure as a job ,which is terrible, but ‘brains on zero ‘ is all I can do.

Suddenly yvan whispered to an assistant that director is not happy that her tits and belly are still in a good shape , we must do something about it . ‘Get some barbed wire and whip her a bit’. This sounded so terrible , but it seems they do everything what is necessary to please the director. So the assistant went to the store-room again with 2 pieces of barbed wire . They took place on each site of the bed and started to whip softly but deep on tits and belly. The effect was terrible: her tits and belly was now one destroyed surface. Her body was so terrible shaking , her head moved around with her eyes closed , moaning and crying like hell , I have no words of it .
The cameraman took some shots to film her belly and tits, completely destroyed. But she dit not pass out yet : she was still moving and moaning.
Yvan put his thumb up and gave me a sign to let the second raper-guy come in . The assistant took place behind the bed , and lifted her head up by her hair . I opened the door and the next rape-guy came in . It was also a bold , fat stinking, guy full of tattoos . He took out his pants , gave her a few faces labs, came over and took place with his fat ass on her destroyed tits. He pulled her mouth open and putted his ugly stinking dig in it, begins to piss and then to move it like crazy . He pulled out his ugly dick , came to stand in front of her, pushed out his cigarette between her legs and in one big movement he planted his dick in her; he begins to ejaculate so very fast and hard that the whole bed was moving.
Yvan told me now to let the 4 other men in telling them to work quickly. This was a terrible view ; while one was taking out his pants , another was filling her mouth with piss and his dick an another was raping very brutal her pussy . When the last raper-guy left the room , cameramen zoomed in on every spot of her body and we saw she was passed out. Her body was Full of sperm , urine, blood , destroyed skin. One assistant gave her a few face slabs to see if she was still alive and yes: moaning but no more tears and energy for crying .
Yvan put up his thumb and said: ‘we have luck, it’s a strong bitch to carry on with!’. These words I would never forget.
He gave a sign to the 2 assistants to her turn around because now the director wanted to see her get raped in the ass . So they went to ‘the subject ‘ to make her loose to turn . She offered no resistance, just like she had no more energy and just wanted to die soon . So now she was tied to the bed in another position : bending over , legs over the iron bed edge with arms outstretched . Yvan said that the next raper-guys must push their cigarette out into her ass before they go in it and , may not use any lube, and they must do it deep and fast .
So I opened the door again and gave the instructions to the raper-men. ‘Ok, they said with a smile, a bit shitty but we can do it . The first same guy came in, ‘ went behind her, opened her buttocks and he pushed out his cigarette against her tiny asshole . The cameraman zoomed in on it. So we all could all see this . She was clearly awake again because we heard a terrible scream . Now he pulled down his pants and made his dick hard with his hands. When it was big enough, he opened her buttock maximum, lay the top from his dick to her burned asshole and in one big movement he entered it completely. She made a very loud scream but the guy began to ejaculate fast and deep. The view was disgusting when he came out: on the screen we saw his dig full of sperm , shit , blood . Between her buttocks there was a creek of blood . Yvan made movements with his hands to let next and the next guy in to do the same . So I did my job and let the men in, they all sodomised her in the same brutal way, and next guy and next but then she did not move anymore . Yvan said to send the rape-guys at home except the 2 best ones and he hoped she is not dead yet because the director now wanted to begin with the last phase. I went to the rape-guys to send them home except one while Yvan whispered the final instructions who were: to turn her around and tie her on her back with spread open arms and legs over the edge of the bed. The assistants made her loose and tied her into her last position. I realized now they will finish her in a horrible way, but I hope it will be faster for her so the suffering is finished. Once tied, the assistants throw a bucket of water over her head by miracle: we saw her head moving and heard her moaning.
‘Great’, said yvan: now the final faze while she is still alive. He said to an assistant that the director regrets that her face is still intact so go to her and give her a few hard punches up her mouth until we see some teeth..
I could not realize what I heard but knew it would happen and yes: the cameramen came in position while an assistant took her face and punched hard on her mouth, again and again. I saw blood squirting. Her lips destroyed and some teeth on her cheeks. The cameramen filmed everything, this time it was a horrible, ugly view, but still she moved a bit and made sound.
He gave me the instruction to let one raper-guy and he had to come into her destroyed mouth. I went to the corridor and asked one of the guys and he said: nor problem man, I can come in everything.!’ The cameramen took their positions, the rape-guy came in, took a seat on her destroyed body, brutally grape her head and pulled her destroyed mouth over his dick. After a few minutes shaking we saw on the screen how he pulled out his dick, followed by sperm and blood. But it seems she was not moving anymore.. ‘Shit’, whispered Yvan and made a sign to the assistants to throw again some water over her. And yes, she moved a bit. ‘We have luck’ he said, the bitch is still alive…
‘Super ‘, whispered yvan to the assistants : ‘now go to the store-room , bring 2 iron dildo’s with pins , 2 clamps and electric wire . I could get an idea what they would do now . The assistants went into the store-room and came back with two terrible iron dildo’s ; they had nails in it and on the end was a metal ring . They came next to the bed and showed the things to her : she could not cry anymore , but could still shake her head with no ; that was everything . ‘Don’t ‘ worry , yvan said to me : even if they are death , the muscles still move a bit because of the electricity . Now the assistants first putted a pin-dildo into her pussy. Blood was streaming out , her moans were terrible . Now he putted the other pin-dildo into her ass . Terrible view, blood was streaming from her legs, but she was still at consciousness . Now they took 2 big iron clamps , like you put on a car-battery to reload , and putted them on what was left from her tits .
Now they connected the dildos’s and clamps with electrical wire which ended on some device on the IT-man’s desk and was connected with his computer . ‘Look ‘ , whispered yvan: the director can control this now. On his screen he has a button switch to activate the shocks’. Everybody went away from the bed because it was full of water and blood around . The cameramen were zooming in from more distance. We still could see how she was breathing. Yvan communicated with his tablet to the director that everything as ready . The camera’s in the ceiling and under the bed gave us a view of every detail of her destroyed body. which was covered with blood and dirty stuff , her face was one mess, but her eyes were still open .
Suddenly we saw her body, making an extreme curve , her belly came so hard up that her arms and legs were stretched out. It stopped, but out of her ass and vagina came a lot of blood . Suddenly her body curled up again , so hard that I saw the points of the pin-dildo’s coming through the skin of her belly. When it went down again, it was squirting blood from everywhere. A few minutes pause, again curling , shaking, more blood etc . ‘Look ‘ , said Yvan with a smile: ‘now the director sends us smileys to let us know he likes this..
The most terrible views was the close-up on the dildo’s :every time her body curled up ; a big creek of blood came out because of the nails in it. But now we saw the reactions were as good as nothing anymore, it seems her life was gone… The weird feeling is that I had no compassion, maybe because I considered also as a game and the shock would come later.
Yvan whispered I must let the one raper –guy in and to tell him that he must pull out brutally the pin-dildos and rape her again. So I did it again; opened the door, tell the rape-guy what to do with the same answer: no problem.
So the guy came in, removed in one movement the dildo’s out of her pussy and ass and the result was one bloody mess; nothing to realize this once was a nice girl. But still, he pulled down his pants , made his dick ready and came again, but this time in a dead body. He stood up, pulled out his dick full of blood and sperm and went away; the cameramen made their shots. It was horrible.
When he left, it was complete silence in the room, all you could hear were the moves of the cameramen. On the screens we could see ‘the object’ from everywhere; the cameras on the ceiling, in the floor, from the cameramen: we could see every spot on her body and like the ‘client’ wanted: it was destroyed, completely unrecognizable.

Suddenly Yvan clapped his hands and said : ‘good work guys , we are off-line : let’s clean this shit here’. Now everybody took off his forage cap, me also . The assistants removed her earrings, removed the ‘the body ‘ from the bed and thruway it into the big plastic bin. Yvan gave me a sign to help so I started to collect things from the floor like pieces of clothes which I also had to throw in the bin. I saw the pin-dildo and hesitatingly I picked it up. It was a terrible object: a rubber dildo in which nails were inserted. It was full of blood and even pieces of meat and skin. One of the assistants saw this and showed me a green plastic box and said: ‘throw the toys in this, we disinfect them in this’. After a while, 2 ugly guys came in and disappeared with the big, so also ‘the object. Now the assistants gave me the garden hose and asked me to spray everything with water . It was easy to clean because it was like in a swimming-pool and the bed & tackle were from metal . When it was finished , they sprinkled everything with – Dettol – .
Now I understand why I would need spare-clothes . Now Sergei came in and said : ‘this was an introduction , here is your reward but next time you will be one of the assistants ‘ and gave me an envelope . I opened it and , as promised there was € 3000 in it . I never had so much cash money cash in my hand . They told me he would lead me outside where the driver would bring me home . He will contact me for the next show when they know the date . I took my bag and changed my clothes in the corridor. Together we went upstairs , outside , got in the black Mercedes and the driver which could not speak brought me to the same address where he picked me up .

And so my story ends here . If people want to know how my first mission ended, I can write a follow-up. Or maybe a professional author can improve my English language and to publish it in professional story’s . Anyway; if possible I hope to get donations because I’m a poor rat again so I need it; leave a message if you want to support. Thank you.
Yvantheterrible at protonmail dot com

Erotic Horror

Tue, 18 Apr 2017 16:21:55 UTC

Vampire In The Alley

It was late and as I walked home from the party I wrapped my coat tight around my shoulders. It wasn’t too cold, but the night air was crisp and cool against my face and I didn’t want it to penetrate through to my body as I made my way home. I was dressed in a little black halter neck dress, high strappy shoes that clip clopped clumsily along the pavement and a little black lace thong, the coat offering no protection to the kiss of the night air in my most intimate place. I was so uncomfortable, my feet crying out for the comfort of my sneakers. <br /> <br />I walked through the silent streets, dreading the moment when I would have to walk down the alley. Everyone knows about the alley. It is dark and dirty…always wet. <br /> <br />Hmmm a bit like me, I chuckled to myself. <br /> <br /> <br />The alley is notorious for the riff raff it attracts. Numerous girls have gone missing in the area apparently from using the alley, but it is the only way connecting the two streets without using the “death trap” road a few metres away. You take your chances either way. <br /> <br />I felt confident and determined as I entered the alley, the moon shedding some light over the ever moist brick walls towering either side, never getting dried out by the sun. They almost seemed to sparkle, and if it hadn’t been for the looming mist creeping forwards half way down the passageway, it would have looked quite pretty. <br /> <br />Unable to make out the end of the alley, my pulse started to race a little. I decided to jog slightly…hurrying to my exit as I began to realise what a bad idea this was. An on-coming car was starting to look rather appealing. Without further hesitation I breathed in deep and made my way forward. The alley swallowed me up and I couldn’t turn back…even if I wanted to. <br /> <br />As I made my way along the spongy moss covered concrete, I thought I heard footsteps following from behind. I turned my face slightly while still walking forward, the heavy thud echoed louder as my ear turned to the source of the sound. I couldn’t see anyone behind me, but I could still hear the hypnotic rhythm of my impending doom. I started to panic as I picked up pace. I turned my head forward and tripped, landing on my hands and knees, ruby droplets started to seep from the tiny little scrapes and grazes that had appeared there. <br /> <br />I cried out and as I knelt on the damp concrete below me I saw two black, highly polished shoes. Shaking, my eyes travelled upwards. A pair of very smart black trousers caged me and I felt relief at the thought of this well dressed gentleman finding me, and not some young thug…or monstrous murderer. <br /> <br />As my gaze travelled up his body, I noticed he was wearing a simple smart black shirt and a black leather strap round his neck, a gothic silver cross hung low on his chest between the half unbuttoned shirt. His skin was pale and glistening in the moonlight and his arms were exposed with the cuffs of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. I could see the veins pulse in his forearms under his pale skin and I felt my insides react at the sight. My hands began to tremble and I knew I was aroused. <br /> <br />He reached out for me, offering his hand. As I looked into his eyes, which were sinister pools of craving, I saw a hint of kindness. His features were fierce and angular, striking in a handsome way. His hair, a rich bronze, hung into his eyes and stuck out in a stylish mess, he looked like he had just stepped out of a hair gel advert. <br /> <br />My heart was racing as I found myself reaching out to take his hand. He pulled me up as if it was no problem at all and pulled my body flush with his. I felt myself melt against his cold hard chest and I knew there and then that I was his. I would do anything he asked, he had me completely. <br /> <br />While staring intently into his eyes he searched mine in return. It felt like he was looking into my soul. I felt him raise my scraped hand up between us and he snaked his tongue out across the tiny cuts on my palm. He licked them tenderly at first, like he was trying to heal the abrasions. I was transfixed; watching as he cleaned my palm like a dog would clean his wounds. His licking grew more vigorous and extended up my arm. As he began to tear at me I started to scream, he was shredding my coat like it was tissue paper, leaving me stood in only the black dress. <br /> <br />He pushed me up against the alley wall and pushed his lips into mine, tasting, caressing, massaging with his tongue. I reciprocated, he tasted divine and I couldn’t get enough. I felt my thighs catch fire and the flames in my belly erupt causing me to push against him and moan. He didn’t react to my pressure…he was like stone wall. I was wedged firmly between the cold brick and the cold marble statue in front of me. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. <br /> <br />His lips travelled down my chin, explored my neck and finished at my breasts as he roughly pushed them together and buried his face in them. I felt his knee push between my thighs, causing me to spread my legs as his hand snaked its way to where I needed it most. He groaned as his fingers found my saturated lace thong. <br /> <br />“So fucking hot,” he growled into my ear. <br /> <br />His words caused my body to shake with need as I desperately wanted this handsome stranger, this animal, this predator to fuck me in the cold wet alley. <br /> <br />“Take me…I am yours,” I pleaded. <br /> <br />With that he ravished my body forcefully. His lust penetrating deep into me as he ripped my thong off with ease and it landed on the floor. He began rubbing my throbbing swollen clit, pinching and flicking it like an expert pianist. My juices flowed freely, I was ready for him. He brought his wet fingers up to my breast and rubbed them over my erect nipple. Teasing the firm little bud he sucked and licked them; I was groaning and panting, wild with desire. Then I felt something sharp pinch me just below my nipple at the full part of my breast. I was confused at the sensation and I screamed out, but then it was gone and his fingers returned to my dripping cunt, oozing with it’s need to be filled. <br /> <br />I heard the sound of a zipper and then felt something large and cold pressed at the entrance to my hot pulsing cunt. I ground myself forward, wanting him to fill me and make me his. As he grabbed my ass with both hands he lifted me up slid me onto his cock…filling me in one deep thrust. I wrapped my legs round his waist and clung to his neck and he forcefully thrust into me over and over again. I was being hammered into the wall behind me and I didn’t care. I could feel my orgasm building and I wanted to feel it all…the pain…the pleasure…the fear of being fucked by a cold dark stranger. <br /> <br />As he impaled me repeatedly with his throbbing cock I started to quake with my orgasm, feeling the fire erupt through my veins and my cunt clinging to his cock…not wanting to release it. <br /> <br />“Oh…god…fuck…yes…I’m…I’m…cumming…fuuuckk…!” <br /> <br />My cunt spilled with juices as I milked his cock for all it was worth. As my orgasm began to fade I felt him grinning at my neck…just under my ear. I smiled too, my eyes closed as I basked in my post orgasmic bliss, until I felt a searing pain tear through me. My whole insides collapsed as I felt another orgasm rip through me like nothing I have ever felt before. My insides exploded and my vision blurred as I felt him bite into my neck and suck hard. <br /> <br />As I started to go numb and my vision disappeared, the last thing I heard was… <br /> <br />“Mine…mine forever…” <br /> <br />Then darkness. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />

Erotic Horror

Mon, 05 Apr 2010 11:41:44 UTC

Ovi-Surrogate

Shelley had heard the stories before it happened to her. Here in the outreaches of a South American outback, she had found this cabin where she could be alone and gather her thoughts. She had come here to get over the hurt she had encountered from a broken marriage and a broken relationship. Of necessity, she had contact with the local tribes-people – which is where she had heard many stories of the strange legends and creatures of the forest. And where she had first heard of the people that were called, what was roughly translated into, ‘The Bearers’.

These were women who bore the young of some mysterious creatures that lurked in the forest. Oddly enough, despite the apparent horror of what they went through, these women were held in high regard – as if they were a chosen few. She thought it was all just legend and folklore nonsense, of course – until they came to visit her.

And Shelley remembered that first time when she could not understand nor fight the strange, exciting urge that beckoned her to strip and venture into the jungle. She remembered her stark shock when she first saw them. She had surprised herself at how little fear or loathing she felt – there again, during the telling of the stories it was apparent that none of the ‘Bearers’ had ever suffered or come to harm. Curiously, she just submitted to them and was rewarded with a delightful experience.

They came to her since then once every four weeks or so, which made her wonder whether they knew of or at least sensed the female menstrual cycle. It was mid-afternoon now, hot and humid as she gradually divested herself or her clothes. They were summoning her again. The heavy pheromones they were releasing were again seducing Shelley’s inhibitions and luring her into her lust delirium that drove her to the monthly impregnation ritual. She inhaled deeply and let the delicious opiate fill her head. Looking down at herself, she could admit that her body was still firm, her breasts jutting out proudly, and her belly still relatively flat. She ran her hands slowly over her body and delighted in the sensuous glow overcoming her.

She realized that her nipples were beginning to stand out as if her body anticipated the coming events. How perverse, she thought, here she was a seemingly respectable city girl about to experience something the strange horror of which would send most right-minded women to slash their wrists to avoid. She was about to be sexually ravaged by strange forest creatures and she would come back impregnated with their child!

Stepping out onto the porch, she felt a slight warm breeze caress her body. Walking away from her shack, she plodded into the forest ready to fulfil her responsibilities.

Arriving at the clearing she maintained for their rendezvous, where the procedure would take place, she noticed that they had already arrived and were waiting for her. As usual, there were four of them – the two ‘guardians’ whose purpose was to restrain her, and the male and female of the species who would perform the implanting and impregnation.

Had she been asked to describe them, she would have been at a loss, as she (and, she suspected, precious few others) had ever seen them. Around 18 inches high they resembled, as best, a cross between and octopus and a scorpion. The main bulk of the body was leathery in appearance, but with large black doleful eyes perched on the top – a bit like those of a crab. But it was the tendrils (or tentacles whatever they were) that made them quite unlike anything she could have imagined. Six of these were obviously for traction or grasping, but she knew that the male and female differed in that they each had a seventh special-purpose tendril.

She felt something brush against her ankle and, looking down, realized that the male was wrapping one of its tendrils around her leg, as if urging her on. ‘Horny little devil’ she smiled to herself before lowering herself down and lying on the vegetation on the floor of the clearing.

The two guardians had taken position either side of her and she felt their tentacles reach out and grab an arm and leg each. Her arms were pulled outwards while the others pulled her legs open and upwards to allow easy access to her sexual organs.

Bound and pinned thus, she was as firmly restrained and held down as if by ropes and staves. Even without the restraints, however, she knew that she would gladly have lain there and submitted to them. These were welcome and well-accustomed friends, she felt safe and comfortable with them.

She felt the movement between her legs as the female moved forward and, wrapping her coils around Shelley’s body, pulled herself up onto her belly. The female settled herself there and then wound her two hind most tendrils gently but firmly around each of Shelley’s upper thighs as the centre tendrils embraced Shelley’s waist. Almost perceptively, the foremost tendrils stroked her sides in a soothing caress.

The female had a special protrusion to her rear, much like the tail of a scorpion, which could be turned upward or downward. But Shelley knew that there, the similarity ended. This was a highly unusual and versatile tool which would play a vital part in the first stage of the breeding.

Once in position, the female brought down her tail until it nestled against the outer lips of Shelley’s vulva. The ‘stinger’ began a slow caress up and down between Shelley’s labia, groping for her vagina, stimulating her erogenous zone, prompting Shelley’s genitals for the impending sexual congress. As the stinger caressed her, the opening at its tip secreted its slick, gooey coital fluid, preparing the passage for ease of entry and with the fluid came more of those heady pheromones. Shelley inhaled them deeply into her lungs and then let out a soft moan as the rush overwhelmed her and touched off a light, satisfying orgasm. From the tip of the stinger, the probe began to emerge and carefully felt for Shelley’s vagina. Gently, the female began to push the probe into her body, slowly inching into and up her vagina. The stinger planted itself over the vaginal opening and its mouth flared outward to cover Shelley’s labia, making a secure, shielding seal.

Shelley gasped with pleasure at the intrusion and closed her eyes, trying to relax as the female pushed ever deeper into her body. Inside her, she could feel the tendril snake its way gently up her vagina. She could hear a feint gurgling sound as the invading appendage surged and swirled within her. The stinger’s mouth-like opening slurped and smacked against Shelley’s mons as it plied its probe within her. Copious secretions seeped past their united organs and streamed lugubriously down her crotch. It always tickled her in an erotic way as it crept its way into her, urging on her arousal. Shelley’s hips rocked gently as she enjoyed the delicate incursion. The tendril curled and spun within her wet clingy confines, stimulating her uterus to lift and poise itself for sexual union while relaxing her for the upcoming procedure. Shelley surrendered herself to the creature’s attentions, rising with the seductive sensations until they peaked and she was rewarded with another, deeper climax.

Eventually, Shelley felt the tip of the probe nudge against her cervix. It groped around there, determining its whereabouts, centring itself, pushing hard now to ensure a good connection. The probe was, in fact, a tube and inside was another, specially adapted tendril. Within the tube also, were the ova, which Shelley would carry. Now she could feel something push against the opening of her cervix. The egg would be not much bigger than the end-joint of her little finger, and soft and pliant in its makeup. The female, having positioned the ovum at the opening now began to push upwards.

Shelley let out a small gasp as it began its journey up that narrow tube. Despite the narrowness of her cervix and the size of the intrusion, she was surprised that she felt no pain – just an odd, pleasurable sensation as the ovum was pushed deeper and deeper into her body.

The female’s probe continued to push upwards into her cervix until, at last, Shelley could feel a presence in her womb – the egg was in! Now, the female had extended her probe right into Shelley’s womb and she could feel it move about inside her, presumably making sure that the egg was secure and comfortable in the inviting warmth of its host.

Apparently satisfied, Shelley could feel the tendril being withdrawn from her womb, down her cervix and, finally, the female began to extract the tube from her vagina. It made a slurpy sound as it pulled free of her vagina and the stinger broke its kiss with her vulva.

Its purpose fulfilled, Shelley could feel the female relax. Her tendrils slowly unwound their clutch of Shelley’s body and weakly lifted her body above Shelley’s belly, dragging her limp stinger behind her like a wounded arm. The female paused for a moment to gather strength and then slithered off her belly, lifted her stinger over her body and scuttled gingerly off to the side. Shelley looked after her with the concern of an intimate friend. Now she could feel the two guardians tighten their grip on her legs and thighs, pulling them further outwards while pulling her knees upwards so that her back arched slightly off the ground, exposing her orifices fully.

She felt the movement between her thighs, the tendrils reaching upwards across her belly, the bulk of the male drawing itself up between her outstretched legs and rubbing across her exposed nether regions. She let out a gasp of anticipation as he moved upwards and inwards, wrapping his body around her and enveloping all of her crotch from her pubis to her buttocks. His fore-tendrils reached upwards and wrapped around her slim waist to hold him against her pubis, his centre tendrils wrapped around her up-turned thighs in order to secure his position and pull himself closer, his hind tendrils reached under her butt, crossed her back and gripped her hips to pull his body around her crotch.

She could feel a nudging to her rear, pushing between the cheeks of her buttocks as his seventh tendril began its journey to anchor him to her body. Pushing inwards between her yielding cheeks, it lightly touched the tight little ring of her anus, gently teasing and lubricating it with more pheromone rich coital fluid. The intoxicating aroma reached Shelley’s head and again she succumbed to another sweet, fulfilling climax. As it swept over her, Shelley could feel her sphincter muscles relax and contract in anticipated rhythm until eventually, she relaxed completely and opened up to him.

The probe pushed up against the now unresisting entrance, about the thickness of a man’s little finger tip at first, it pushed easily into her receptive anus. She let out another groan of pleasure as it continued its journey inwards, thickening now to the width of a thumb until she could feel the larger bulb pressing against the entrance. Willing herself to relax, she opened herself up even more to allow the large protrusion to push its way inwards, stretching her anal opening until it almost hurt then, with an inaudible pop, it was inside her.

Waves of delirium began to engulf her as she could feel the tendril in her rectal passage moving, turning, with the creature using it to pull himself even closer to her exposed body.

Now she could feel the second probe, gently working around the front of her vagina. This thin, deft tendril would have a different and unique purpose. She could detect it now feeling around at the entrance to her urethra. This had been entirely new to her that first time but now she waited with eager anticipation as the thin tendril gently pushed against the opening and into her pee-tube. She could feel it slithering steadily inwards and upwards until, finally, she sensed it deep inside her bladder.

The male now began to drink; she could feel it, as the liquid drained out of her bladder. The process (or taste) seemed to excite him as he grasped her more urgently and the anchor tendril coiled stronger inside her rectum, pulling him tighter.

Having drained her, he now began to inject his own fluid into her body. Again, she only had her senses to guide her, but she estimated that the males pumped quite a bit of the nutrient into her bladder as she could discernibly feel it begin to expand under the pressure.

Against the lips of her vagina, she could feel him begin to grow the third tendril. Unlike a human penis that dwelt external from the body, his was retractable and literally extended out of his body directly into hers. The emerging organ now pushed against the lips of her vagina, the secretions and his mate’s prior enticements helping its smooth penetration. Shelley felt the lips urged apart as the member began to enter her, moving on into the damp warmth of her vagina. Her head lolled back against the vegetation beneath her, she cried out with pleasure at the new intrusion.

She could feel the anchor probe in her anus and the tendril, still deep within her bladder, pulling at her to ensure his even penetration. The inseminating appendage continued to grow outwards from the creature, pushing deeper and deeper into Shelley’s insides. Again she heard the obscene gurgling sound as the delving penile implant crept into the intimate reaches that a woman reserves for lovers only. She had no idea of its width, but she surmised that it was thicker than a human phallus though, with its gradual growth and the mucous it secreted she accepted his intrusion easily and with delight.

He was filling her now, conforming to her inner contours, pushing deeper until she could feel him nudge against the base of her cervix. There, the end of his organ pushed firmly against the entrance and she could feel what must have been like lips closing around the opening, effectively sealing himself to her. He was now prepared for insemination.

He began an action, which always drove her over the edge towards a transportation of delight. His whole organ began to pulsate, undulate and throb deep within her and against the lips of her vagina sending waves of ecstasy through her body. Sensing his time was fast approaching, he began to distend his anal anchor probe. Shelley felt it thicken and the bulb, which nestled within her anal muscles, began to throb and swell rhythmically, pulling them even closer until she felt that, under other circumstances, she would have cried out with pain. As his small body worked fervently against her crotch their contact began to make a slight, telltale sexual smacking sound. Unconsciously, her hips began to roll in time to his rhythmic pulling as if pushing up to meet a lover’s welcome thrust. Within her vagina, his main probe began to swell, exaggerating the sensations she felt within her whole passage. On and on he surged in her. The billowing, throbbing, undulating organ worked against the walls of her vagina, tugging and pushing, slipping and sliding against her delicate intimate flesh. Shelley’s pampered senses were propelling her to an impending, inevitable crescendo.

She could tell by his clasping, along with the increased grip of the guardians, that the moment was close. The creature seemed to give one last lunge before beginning its convulsions. Human sex had never been like this event, where the male pumped his sperm into her vagina. The human penises she had known did not come close to establishing such a presence in her as this organ; it was so large and so lively. A man’s penis issued its seed in a brief, barely discernable squirt issued haplessly into her vagina, not at all like the tremendous flow this vessel was about to deliver. As he began to ejaculate, she could feel the semen jet and gush up the narrow tube of her cervix, directly into her womb. On and on he pumped until she could feel her stomach swell with that precious, impregnating liquid.

Shelley threw back her head and screamed and cried in orgasm – her whole body wracked with the most intense, almost unbearable pleasure. Combined with the overpowering effect of the pheromones, her climax lingered and extended into what amounted to a fit of pleasure that always left her weak and powerless as the mating party withdrew.

Slowly, she subsided and could feel her alien lover begin to loosen his grip on her. She could have cried with frustration as he slowly began to withdraw his tendrils first from her bladder, then the impregnating organ and, finally and slowly, she felt the bulb being drawn from her ravaged rectum.

The guardians slowly slackened their pull on her legs until her butt gently rested back on the ground. Now it was the male’s turn to wearily lift his body from her and make his exit. He untied his coils from her legs and waist and braced them on the ground. With a sticky slurp he broke his contact with Shelley’s crotch and hovered over her waist.

Glancing up at his underside, Shelley quickly inspected the weapons just used on her. She saw the hole from which his urethra probe emerged, she saw the still swollen anal anchor toward the back of his body and she marvelled that she had taken it. What grabbed her attention most was his penile tube. Still too bloated to retract all the way back into his body, the fat, tender looking appendage hung below him about the length of Shelley’s thumb and continued to drip the last remnants of his seminal solution. He shakily rose as high as he could over her, stepped to her side, lowered himself a little and then slithered off on his tentacles in an undulating motion. As he parted, another dose of his pheromones wafted up from his underside and her exposed crotch, lapsing her back into a nice climactic repose.

The guardians released her and withdrew. Oblivious to them, she languished on the soft ground in the now still clearing and enjoyed her post-coital recuperation without concern. Shelley knew she was now being watched and she would be looked after and protected from harm. She lazily drew an arm over her chest and hugged her breasts to her as she traced small circles in her matted pubic hair with her other hand. She rested for a few minutes before rising and walking slowly back towards her shack, the excess sperm trickling down the inside of her leg.

At the edge of her porch she drew a pail of water from the cistern and squatted with her back against a post. She splashed water over her sex and then scrubbed the slick residue from her hair and skin with her wet hands. After a brisk rinse, she cupped her palm over her vulva and contemplated her role. Life grew in her, left there not by a lover but by mysterious forest creatures. Her womanhood was vital in this place. Rising to her feet, she kept her hand over her sex and stared out into the forest, ‘Are they watching me?’ She was feeling weary from her ordeal. Now she went to her bunk, drew the netting and lay in a grateful sleep. The gestation period was around 24 hours, but the first stage would begin within about twelve.

She had awoken a couple of times as she could feel the movement of the new life within her. Then, she was awake, as she could feel that the time was near. Deep within her, she could feel her body prepare itself – it seemed that something inside her was opening up, and she knew that her cervix was preparing for the passage.

Now she felt her body begin to spasm, and the sensation of the young life beginning to push its way out. It had found its way to her cervix, and was now pushing downwards and into the narrow tube. Taking deep breaths, Shelley forced herself to relax as it forced its way into the cervical passage, and downwards. This was the only time she would really feel any kind of pain but somehow, even the pain was pleasant as her tube was stretched to accommodate its passage. Eventually, she could feel him emerge from her uterus into the cavity of her vagina, could feel its tendrils in there exploring and anchoring himself.

She now relaxed, with the youngster nestled in the warmth of her vagina and could feel its feeding tendril begin to push outwards. She reached down, and pulled open the lips of her vagina to help it and, looking down there, could see the thin tendril emerge and curl round until it found what it wanted.

She could see the tendril move towards her urethra, gently but urgently push against the entrance until, with a gasp from Shelley, it penetrated her. She lay back and let the tendril make its journey upwards until she could feel it enter her bladder and the creature begin to drink greedily from the nutrient fluid deposited there earlier by its father.

Odd, she thought, she almost felt maternal towards the little critter. More odd still that this intricate relationship could have evolved and carry on unknown to the outside world for centuries. And completely baffling, that this quite natural understanding could emerge between them without any communication at all. Satisfied that the youngster was safe, secure and feeding, she fell into deep sleep.

The following morning, she arose and went about her usual morning chores – tidying up and making herself some breakfast. She found it relatively easy to move around, even with the growing life within her vagina.

Her chores done, she sat in one of the reclining chairs on the porch. The youngster within her was growing rapidly, helped by the nutrient it fed on within her body, and she could feel her vagina begin to distend. It would now be about the size of a woman’s fist but would grow a bit more, before emerging into the world.

Eventually, she could feel the time was near, and began a slow walk towards the clearing. Due to the size of the creature within her, walking was now a more delicate affair as she tried to keep her legs apart.

Reaching the clearing, she could see the male and female awaiting her – the expectant nervous parents, she thought.

Pulling up her skirt, she lay down on the vegetation, pulled up and opened her legs wide for the final stage. Propped up on her elbows she stared down at her sex to witness the miracle of life with her mating partners.

Suddenly, she felt the movement within her increase as the youngster prepared for its birth. The tendril slowly pulled out from her urethra, and the creature began to push outwards. She could feel its main tendrils emerge from within her and these curled back and pressed against her skin to help it pull itself out. Now the size of a man’s hand, the creature was stretching her almost to the point of pain. Shelley gritted her teeth and pushed downwards to help it until, suddenly, she felt it emerge with something approaching a slurping sound. She felt the trust and acceptance of the parents, as they required no guardians to restrain her now. They both approached until they were between her knees, the male cupped his tendrils before her vagina to catch his offspring.

Looking down, she could see it now – the creature which had found life within her womb, she had carried and, her body at least, had nurtured. It clung to his coils and he bore it off into the undergrowth.

The female approached cautiously and tentatively extended a tentacle under Shelley’s thigh and around her hip. Shelley responded to the prompt and being careful not to bump the female, threw her leg over, rolled onto her stomach and then rose to her hands and knees. The creature wrapped a strong tendril around Shelley’s waist and deftly pulled herself up and perched upon Shelley’s rump. The female’s tentacles braced herself on Shelley’s hips and thighs in a supportive manner, not at all like the tenuous, restraining way during implantation. Shelley lowered her head to watch the coming event.

Arching her stinger beneath her, the female curled it behind Shelley’s butt and brought the appendage upward in contact once again with Shelley’s open, swollen vagina. Shelley watched intently as the end of the stinger opened up in a vertical slit and broad lips spread out and enveloped her outer labia. The strange, mouth-like orifice mounted, clasped and sucked at Shelley’s sex. Once a firm connection was made with her pubic mound Shelley felt the inner tendril gently part her labia, opening a passage and then the female began to secrete a fluid down into Shelley’s birth canal.

This was obviously some sort of postpartum procedure, an anaesthetic/antiseptic to heal her, prevent infection and prepare her for next month’s cycle. Shelley never refused it, it felt like a soothing, warm douche and she saw it as a special bonding moment. The fluid filled her vagina and then started to seep into her uterus. Once a goodly amount of fluid was injected, the creature slowly drew it out and then slowly pushed it back in making a steady, gentle current. Shelley watched transfixed as the coupled organs passed the fluid back and forth between their bodies, like two mouths kissing. The fluid sloshed and gurgled as it flowed between them. Some of it drooled out at small gaps in their contact. The stinger’s mouth adjusted its purchase and made distinctive kissing and smacking sounds as it worked on Shelley. With two free tentacles, the female began to gently stroke and caress Shelley. They rolled along her sides and belly and slid up and down her back. They delicately curled and twisted over her thighs.

Shelley remembered how the female always tenderly stroked her during implant and wondered about this strange procreative dependence as this creature tended to her sex organs that she had just lent it. There seemed to be such care and concern in this creature. Shelley wondered if they really cared or if they only needed her for her womb. Were they intelligent or just highly organized? Did they enjoy this contact or was it just instinct? Shelley reached back with her hand and placed it over the tentacle on her thigh. She was thrilled as the tip of the tendril curled up in the palm of her hand and then lightly caressed her wrist. She didn’t know how long their therapy session lasted; it seemed it was always over too soon. With one final smack and a slurp the female pulled away the stinger from her vulva and the medicinal fluid gushed out and splattered on the ground between Shelley’s knees. She slowly eased herself down the back of Shelley’s thighs. She hovered there a bit, examining Shelley’s sex with a swipe of a tendril, and then slowly backed into the forest.

Shelley wearily stood up and paused for a moment to let the remains of the juices run out of her vagina and down her leg. Opening her legs in a semi-crouch, she peed, relieving herself of what was left within her and watched the remains of the deep blue liquid stream onto the forest floor. She smoothed down her skirt and parted for home.

Her mind went back to what she had asked herself before. She couldn’t stay here forever. Some day, her reproductive years would come to an end. Some day, she would have to go back home, to live in the city. But what about her duty to these creatures, who relied on her and her body to bring forward new life – or was she perhaps thinking that, after what she had experienced, ‘normal’ sex would never be quite the same again.

Erotic Horror

Sun, 12 Feb 2017 00:59:04 UTC

Brother and Sister

Brother and Sister <br />Police and dogs, they all came, but they found nothing. Of course I was a person of interest, but they found nothing, only a backpack found several miles into another state. It is so fun to watch local law enforcement running around, looking for the lost. <br /> <br />I went to work a couple days latter; blaming high fever for my absence. Other than wearing more baggy close as I wait for my meal to go down, noting really changed much. The girl and I had little to do with each other on a regular basis, other than I was her teacher and neighbor, but who ever jumps to conclusion about a female teacher and a female student. <br /> <br />Its now early summer, and my meal has yet to go down but so far. I guess I couldn’t expect such a strong person to go down without a fight. Of course, she…if I can still call ‘it’ she…has stopped moving a long time ago, I’m still surprised there’s anything left. Of course, hunger hasn’t been a problem for months. It should be for years. <br /> <br />With summer in full swing, at least for the students, I’m out of work. There isn’t much to do anymore, and I stopped doing summer school years ago. I have often though about moving, but the selection here is nice. I look out my window and see waves of children playing in the street, or walking to their latest sports practice, or just laying around in the yard. I like this planet…so many choices, so many shapes, so much uniqueness. What they call ethnicities…I call flavors. <br /> <br />Oddly enough, one that has wet my pallet isn’t all that far away, or all that different from my last….Christina’s younger brother. Since his sister’s disappearance, he’s been very depressed, no longer the energetic child that he once was. He simply sits on the deck behind his house, mopping around. I don’t know why I didn’t mention him before, the two were practically stuck to one another whenever they had the chance. The boy should have graduated middle school by now, but I haven’t been paying that close attention to him. He looks much like his sister did, light brown hair that sits just above his shoulders, cream colored skin, and very toned. Unlike his sister, he doesn’t seem like an early bloomer from a masculine perspective. <br /> <br />Finally, one day, I find myself in my own backyard, just wondering around, tending to my plant, when I here a crash in a back alley way. I stand and move to my high fence, crack it open and look behind my home. That’s when I see him. He appears to be picking up trash from a tipped over can. I look to him, its such a shame to leave him alone. <br /> <br />“Justin is it?” I call out. <br /> <br />The boy looks up at me in a way that makes him look just like his sister. It stirs me in a very familiar since. <br /> <br />“Yes?” He responds in his still very adolescent sounding voice. <br /> <br />“How about you come over for something to drink.” <br /> <br />He shrugs. <br /> <br />Eventually, I have the boy on my couch sipping a glass of lemon aid. It seems to calm his nerves slightly. I sit in an easy chair across from him, look to him and respond, <br /> <br />“You miss your sister.” <br /> <br />The boy nods his head yes. <br /> <br />“You two were very close. I could see how you would. I think I may know a way in which you can be with her again.” <br /> <br />He looks up to me. “You do? Where is she?” <br /> <br />“How about this…I will do something for you, and you can do something for me. In the process I’m sure you will find what you are looking for.” <br /> <br />The boy thinks about it for a moment, then nods yes. I stand from my current location and place my wet glass on the table, I extend my hand to the boy. He thinks for a moment. He had always seemed to be more cautious than his sister. <br /> <br />“I’m sure your sister misses you.” I say to him. Its enough to push him to take the chance. He places his glass on the table and I reach forward, pulling him up. I lead him up stairs and into my room, or my parlor if you will. He steps boldly forward, stopping only as I come behind him and close the door. Then I turn, look down to the young boy, I bend down and kiss him square on the lips, but he is not like his sister. He back off immediately. <br /> <br />“What are you doing?” <br /> <br />“Come on,” I say as I stand back up. You said you would do something for me first.” <br /> <br />“Yeah, so? And what do you mean, aren’t you pregnant?” <br /> <br />“SOOO,” I say as I return his childish whine, ignoring the pregnant comment. “Its been a long time since I’ve been with a man. Nothing personal, but you are old enough. Come on. Don’t you want to see your sister again?” <br /> <br />The boy eats it up…the part about his sister anyway. <br /> <br />“Yes.” He responds in a meek tone. <br /> <br />I pull him forwards, and try to kiss him again, but as before I quickly realize he’s not that into it. So, I push him down towards the bed. I kneel down and unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants. He still wears briefs. I smile at the site, then pulls down his briefs were I see his small, childish manhood. He’s uncut. There are few hairs to get in my way, and while I’ve like the occasional boy every once in a while, typically I would say he’s too young and throw him back. <br /> <br />I take his small, Penis into my mouth and begin suck on him. I continue the motion, licking it up and down. I use one of me hands to play with his probably recently descendant balls. I begin massaging them. This starts his breathing deepening. I can hear a slight moaning in his throat. I then reach up, and take off his shirt, allowing his young chest to breath. I find myself quiet surprised by the definition of this young boys body. His is very much in shape, a decent physical specimen, but his lacks one of his sister’s better features. I can fix that. I push him down. I stand up and pull of my own cloths. I am as naked as he. I stares up at me, transfixed on my luscious body made richer by his sister’s nourishment. I bend over and look to his member once more. I take it in my mouth. Unlike before, where it seems as if he was fighting the sensation, now, his member rises and rises, and rises. Before I know it, I’m having problems holding him my mouth. I back off for a moment, to gauge this item. Its over seven inches long and I don’t think he’s completely hard, and its thick. As I saw before, he’s uncut. I reach forward and pull down his foreskin and find its head, full of blood, and ready for service. <br /> <br />‘Just like his sister…very, very gifted.’ <br /> <br />I reach forward and begin sucking. The boy’s body twitches slightly as its obvious he is very tender to the touch. I feel safe to extend this, I want to play with him a little. I reach behind his scrotum and feel the entrance of his man hole. I push at its entry way. I immediately feel some resistance. <br /> <br />‘Good.’ <br /> <br />I reach my hand down to my crotch. I begin massaging it, massaging out my own, private member. I make myself erect. I then stand from the bed, and grab the boys hips. He looks at me as if to say ‘what are you doing.’ I press myself up behind the boy and push myself in. There is no hesitation. I push directly into his body, ramming myself as far as I can go. <br /> <br />“Ughhhh!” He grunts, but does not scream. Mine is only a mimesis, a copy, a forgery I decided to have in case I realized that, one day, a new sex may be necessary for my disguise. As a result, its not as hard as a real males. Its more fleshy. Of course, this male, once he is mine, shall bluster this aspect of my body and allow me really be hard, just like his sister has made my body more rounded. <br /> <br />I try to fill him as best as possible. This sensation of being inside another is one I’ve never felt before. I’ve only had the young or dyeing, these siblings are the first fully living, fully health, full blooded human’s I have had since I arrived on this planet. It’s a shame though…I really liked them both. I sort have grown to like these creatures, but this is survival…no…this is fun. I feel his insides, I feel the shape, and the curves of this orifice that was never designed for this purpose. It grabs me and tries to drain me, suck my own, false member. It begins to pump me out. I must keep enough thought to send to him what, and only what I want. I want him to join what his sister once had. I transfer over the necessary fluids. This will take. His sister had to come to an orgasm for my venom to effect her, and right now, with every thrust and gyration I make into this young boy, I can feel his sister’s remains bouncing around my insides providing me a sensation I have never felt before. I ejaculate what I need into him, and watch him change. This more familiar fluid is easily taken by his body, and not defended against, like my venom. <br /> <br />His chest balloons. He looks down to it, and gasps, but I jump on top of him, and take his now open mouth into my own. I reach forward and grabs his B-cup chest…its all I wish too spare for the moment. I massage his new members and he moans into my mouth uncontrollably. He has no defense for this from this…this feeling of pleasure. I can feel his manhood below me pulsate, but I don’t want to miss this. I withdraw from him, bend down his crotch and suck on his member as much as possible until it voluntarily gives up everything I want. It fills my mouth with his seed, and the taste is like nothing I’ve ever had. I’ve had the tendency to prefer females for there ease of access and their innate stupidity, but now…this boy has introduced me to a flavor I had not known. Something that I had been afraid to try for the purpose of having to establish this ‘front.’ It is so wonderful…I only wish I could keep him around. But a promise is a promise. <br /> <br />As his erection dies, I look forward to the young boy’s face with is now blocked by his ample chest. He doesn’t look down at me. Instead, he looks up at the ceiling. I reach up, I want to see the look on his face before I devour him. <br /> <br />He is crying. His face and eyes are red. He is in distress. <br /> <br />“What’s wrong?” I ask him. I’ve had my share of his species, but I’ve never had this reaction before. <br /> <br />“This is what you did to her…didn’t you?” He says looking at me in a pathetic way. <br /> <br />I smile, I’ve never had one figure me out, but… <br /> <br />Later in the week… <br /> <br /> I sit in front of my computer. I type into an internet search bar: www.homes.com. While I really like this area, two that have gone missing may introduce more attention than I care. The police are around, and they are asking questions. Fortunately, my care is currently in Miami where I am check into a hotel. So I just remain quiet while I wait for them to disappear. So far, the new has figured that he has just vanished to try and look for his sister…they were so close, and now they are together. And by the time anyone expects anything different, they’ll just be two aspects of brown sludge on their way to the processing plant. And just think…I can still feel him moving. <br /> <br />Twins <br />Coldness…an odd coldness, that’s all he can describe it as. There appears to be no up, no down, just an empty space. The only since of time is the odd pulsating of some sort of all encompassing fluid that seems to surround everything in this world. <br /> <br />‘Were am I.’ He thinks to himself. ‘Maybe I can see.’ <br /> <br />He forces himself to recognize light, colors, and patterns. There is an odd sheen of light in the background. It provides an eerie glow. Inside, objects are distorted by a sort of pale liquid. Nothing is easily identifiable. Most objects appear to be worn out, dried up husks. There appears to be little sine of anything similar to life. <br /> <br />‘Where am I. I don’t want to be here.’ He thinks. <br /> <br />He begins to realize his ability to look around. He begins to search visually, his mind realizing that there must be something that can be found, but not realizing what he is even looking for. Then finally, in the corner of the space, he finds a familiar object. It’s a young girl. She’s curled in a ball, and appears to be in some sort of stress. Ever so often, small bits of light seem to leave her body, and the girl seems to shrink in some manor that isn’t clear to him yet. <br /> <br />Quickly realizing this is what he is looking for, he begins to turn his focus to arriving at her location, only to find that is this will alone that allows him to travel threw this odd space. He arrives at the young girls location. He places his arms on her shoulders looks to her and instantly responds, <br /> <br />“Christina…Christina.” <br /> <br />The young girl looks up to him. She looks nothing like she did when he last saw her, she looks younger, years younger. <br /> <br />“Christina!” yells. <br /> <br />“Justin…” the girl replies in a sad tone. “Why…why are you here…you shouldn’t be here. WHY ARE YOU HERE!” <br /> <br />“I came to find you.” <br /> <br />“No now your going to die!” The girl yells and begins crying. The rears immediately change to spots of light, and drift off into the distance. Then, small lights drift away from here, her own age seems to reverse slightly as well. <br /> <br />“What’s happening to you? Why are you…well shrinking?” He asks. <br /> <br />“She ate us! She’s digesting us!” <br /> <br />“Nothing’s happened to me.” He says looking over himself. “We need to get out of here!” <br /> <br />“How? Were dead!” <br /> <br />“Were not! Come on! We’ll find a way out!” <br /> <br />“We will?” The girl asks. <br /> <br />“We will.” <br /> <br />The boy embraces his sister. <br />“Ughhhh.” <br /> <br />I roll over. My stomach aches with cramps…upset stomach I assume. I stand up from the bed, wonder over to the side, and without warning projectile vomit all over the place. I look up look towards the mess on the floor to find… <br /> <br />“What…how?” I say looking towards the two on the floor. <br /> <br />Both Justin and Christine lie on the floor, both covered in a mucus like fluid, both embracing each other. Then, they break. Christina is younger, much younger that when she last saw her. She now about the age of her younger brother. The two look at each other, and their surroundings, and then too Ms. Harland. She sits on all fours looking over the edge of the bed, watching the two with a blank face. <br /> <br />“Wha…how…why…huh?” Ms. Harland starts. <br /> <br />Justin looks towards her, along with Christina. They instantly become infuriated. The two stand from their previous position and look towards the woman. <br /> <br />“Well, I’m guessing this won’t end well.” <br /> <br />The two stands, and Christina starts, <br /> <br />“Why…I trusted you!” <br /> <br />“Well,” Ms. Harland starts as she sits back. “I am not from this world. My planet is dead. Mainly from war, of course the supper nova that we were to busy fighting with each other to care about didn’t help. If you human’s think your about to destroy your planet, your nothing but a bunch of tree huggers, to barrow one of your own expressions. Of course, we have special dietary requirements. There’s only a few of us left now. Most went to the other side of the galaxy, but I decided to look threw our database and I found this place. The inhabitants were suppose to be rather primitive, not what I would call intelligent or developed. Of course, at that time, when one of our probes last came by, the most intelligent creatures on Earth was what is called a T-Rex. When I came here, your parents were probably not even born. I adopted your form with some of my equipment and I just integrated into your society. I figured that I could just feast off of your kind. Of course, I kept a low profile, feeding off of the unwanted, people far off in other parts of the world, its actually easy with my equipment. Then…I got use to your lifestyle, and the people, but I can’t stop eating. Your food doesn’t seem to hold me like…well, you do. I’ve been looking for alternatives, and I think I’ve found some, but well, old habits are hard to drop. I had seen you, Christina, for years. You were everything that I had grown accustom to desiring in both a sexually and hunger. Then, your brother came over looking for you and, well.” <br /> <br />“So…why shouldn’t we call the Air Force on you?” Justin replies angry. <br /> <br />“Well, you still need my help. It looks as if Christina has nourished me enough to hold me over till I can make my own substitute food.” <br /> <br />“Well,” Christina looks herself over. “I look like I’m thirteen.” <br /> <br />“You probably are. To be honest, I’ve only heard of what happened to you too, I’ve never actually seen it. Our digestive systems are different than yours. They extract an…an energy rather than the matter itself. So you two can send me packing to the nearest secret base in the desert if you want, but remember…I am still your best chance.” <br /> <br />“How?” Christina asks. <br /> <br />“Look at you two. You were always together before, now you don’t have four years separating you. I have technology, which I use on a regular basis, that can…allow people to think that’s how things always were. Of course, you can show up at your parents house as is, and well, be subject to all that questioning. But if you do…I’ll save you a jar at Area 51.” The woman looks to the two with an all knowing smirk, before responding, “Besides, I think you two will make a nice set of twins.” <br /> <br />Two months latter… <br />The twins enter into their new high school for the first time. The semi-popular set walk in with their friends talking and having fun. As before Christina wears her little skirts, longer than before of course, as now the school requires students to wear a uniform. The two move to their first class of high school, and take their seats up front in the class, and both prep for the arrival of the teacher. Then, after the early morning bell rings, the student watch shocked as the new teacher moves inside the room. She has a shapely body, and a decent sized chest, legs that has a natural sheen to them that one has to wonder if she’s wearing pantyhose. She wears a tight black skirt, a set of low cut heels, and a tight, white blouse that allows her bra outline to show threw. She steps into the room, looking at the overlooking the room as she presses her small book up against her ample bosom. She walks up to her desk as every eye in the room watches her, nearly all of them with an air of lust…two pairs in a ‘not you’ look on them. <br /> <br />She places her small book on the table, looks at the class too start, <br /> <br />“Well hello class, welcome to 9th grade Health and Human Sexuality. I’m Susan Harland, I’ll be your teacher for the semester. Now, student’s this class is much more aggressive than the ones your use to, and as such, I have a permission slip for you to stay here. If you stay, you can expect to never look at your bodies in the same light again.” She then winks at the two students sitting up front. <br /> <br />Christina and Justin look at each other, then back forward. <br /> <br />“To put it simply, if you stay, its going to be an interesting school year.” <br /> <br />The End

Erotic Horror

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 18:04:39 UTC

Adventures in Horticulture

Emily house-sits for her botanist neighbor and gets seduced by an enormous flowering plant in the professor’s greenhouse.

Adventures in Horticulture

It was not too much to ask, a simple chore, really. Her neighbor, Prof. Masterson, a kind elderly woman who had always been a good friend, had asked Emily to tend to her house while she was away at a botanical exposition. The professor had fallen all over Emily with praise but there really was no reason. Emily was happy to do it and the chores involved were quite simple. She was asked to collect the mail and water the plants inside the house and the adjoining arboretum. It could hardly take more than 20 minutes and Emily had always been fond of the old lady, she was more than happy to oblige when she was asked.

The instructions were to water the plants only and to not dwell in the greenhouse too long. She had even reemphasized that last point just before she left for the airport. “Just water the plants in the arboretum and leave as quickly as possible, dear,” the professor had told her. “I’ll explain it all to you some day, but for now, remaining too long in there might prove… disruptive to your constitution.”

Emily had no idea exactly what that implied but she was sure it was only some precaution about allergies or skin rashes and paid no more mind to it. She saw it as a mere detour from her daily routine, something she could polish off quickly when she got home from work.

Emily was a single, professional woman in her late 30s. Physically fit with an attractive figure, she was a brunette, more attractive than most, but she kept her looks concealed behind thick glasses and a toned-down wardrobe. She had no qualms about men in her life and in fact had always enjoyed a vigorous sex life. But, being a bit of a bookworm, she simply enjoyed being alone and had consequently devoted her life more to her career than to romantic pursuits.

The people in the cul-de-sac enjoyed her as a respectable and dependable neighbor who kept her property neat and attractive and caused no disturbances or detractions. She was the perfect go-to person for house sitting or monitoring and she was called upon often for this kind of favor. It made her proud to be so respected.

It was Saturday afternoon and in spite of Prof. Masterson’s concise warnings, Emily had her heart set on curling up with a good book in the warm sunlight of that arboretum. She had noticed a chaise lounge-chair right by the door into the house so she knew it could not be dangerous in there. She would finish up the chores, roll the lounge chair into the sunlight and enjoy her book all afternoon.

As she unlocked the front door and entered her neighbor’s house she could hardly wait to finish up the work and settle down for her relaxing read. She set down the book she was reading, a thoroughly smutty romance novel, on the kitchen counter and then filled the water can at the sink. She attacked all the plants upstairs first and then worked her way through the ground floor. There were a wide variety of exotic plants which Emily figured was probably typical for a plant biology professor. She tried to remember all the specific instructions she was given for each plant and was careful not to make a mess but she was anxious to get this out of the way and get into her book. She finished faster than usual and returned the can to the sink.

That taken care of, Emily collected her book from the counter and made her way through the study to tend to the plants in the greenhouse. Opening the sliding door she stepped into the humid warmth and felt it close around her before she shut the door into the house. She shut her eyes and tilted back her head to enjoy the sun on her face. She inhaled the fresh earthy scents of the ferns, vines and trees about her and knew this would be the perfect place to curl up with a good book and heal her senses with full effects of nature.

First, she had to tend to her chores. She set her book on the lounge chair and picked up the water can from where she left it by the door. Emily put the can under the spigot and turned it on while her eyes scanned the enclosed garden and took note of the circuit she needed to take to finish this job. She was anxious to finish and filled the can to the top so she could get all the watering done in one trip. The can was heavy so she applied it to the big trees first to get the bulk of the load emptied fast. Next came the vines around the edges and last but not least, the big, odd-looking plant in the sunny corner of the room. She got close to the center stalk and dumped the can to flow around the plant’s base the way the professor had shown her. She emptied the can and then stood back to look at the thing in its whole.

She figured it had to be some kind of tropical plant because of its lush foliage; some deep jungle because she had never seen anything like it. It had big, broad leaves in a thick clump around its base. Arrayed within this clump were five 6-inch long buds with purple petals closed tight around them. The most dominating feature of the plant was a long pinkish-purple stalk that grew up out of its center that was about 3 to 4 inches thick and rose to about 7 feet tall. At the top of the stalk was a huge pink bulb about the size of a large cantaloupe with thick, shiny, pink petals.

Emily imagined the thing to be absolutely beautiful when in bloom and made a mental note to ask Dr. Masterson to show her the blossom when it was time. She knelt down to look more closely at the five tightly wrapped buds around the base. Examining them, they appeared to be wrapped too tightly to be anywhere near blossoming. She was about to stand up when she heard a slight crackle and pop. She heard more and then she noticed the leaves opening up around the stamens. She thought it must be the afternoon sunlight and she watched all five of them spread apart to reveal bright, deep-purple flowers with 6-inch, dark yellow, cone-shaped anthers sticking out of the centers. It was a stunning display and she stood up to take in the entire scene. She inhaled deeply and it was then that she notices the enticingly sweet aroma of the blossoms.

She looked up to see if the big bloom was opening, but no, it seemed to be waiting for some other event. She stroked the stalk and found it sturdy and strong. She lightly touched the big bulb and felt its softness. The petals encompassing the bud were voluptuous and full with a kind of tough, leathery feel. Emily wondered what intricately beautiful and large blossom such a bud concealed. Her hand played down the stalk and stroked its length to test its sturdiness and texture. She would have to ask Dr. Masterson about the nature of this odd plant and its unique configuration.

At last, her job was done, time to relax and get into her book. Returning the water can to its place by the spigot, she scooped up the book and dragged the lush lounge chair over to the sunny spot beside the big, pretty plant, plopped down, kicked off her sandals, and started to read. It felt cozy enough to take a nap on and she thought she just might but she was eager to continue into her story where she had left off.

She quickly lost herself in the imaginative distraction. As the story evolved Emily relaxed in the warm rays of the sun. She felt a weariness she did not know she had slowly melting from her. This being one of her usual tawdry romance novels, it was not too long before Emily tripped upon an elaborate love scene. She relished these lurid trips into explicit lust, specifically crafted to tease a woman’s libido into her conscious mind. As she read along, this one promised to be exquisitely sensuous and, subconsciously unaware, she raised her hand to her mouth and began tracing the outlines of her lips.

Further she read and her mind sank into the lavishly detailed encounter of the two characters in her book. Her fingers strayed, lightly stroking her cheek and then caressing the lobe of her ear. It fueled her intense passion, her flesh hungered for stimulation to match that being fed her mind. The wanton fingers slowly drug across her neck and lightly lingered on her throat before plunging downward to the opened collar of her blouse; threatening and teasing her cleavage. Her flame burned hotter and with no overt awareness on her part, Emily’s finger tips began following the laced edge of her bra. Up and down they surreptitiously crept. Her pulse climbed precipitously and her chest heaved with each breath. Her fingers boldly crept lower until finding the nipple of her breast. The nipple was hard beneath the fabric of her brazier and tip of her middle finger began circling it round and round.

Emily stopped her reading and lifted her head from her book. Her trashy romance novels always got her worked up but this time she was feeling especially horny. She bit her lip and looked anxiously out through the glass walls of the greenhouse; suddenly nervous that some one might have witnessed her fondling herself. About her, Dr. Masterson’s garden was peaceful and serene. None of the surrounding houses were tall enough to look down into the greenhouse from and the high hedge protruding above the cedar fence encircling the yard was far too dense to see through. Emily could not be seen in here. She took a deep breath, sniffing in that wonderful smell of the big purple flowers, and stretched in the warm sunlight. It began to feel stuffy to her and she was getting a little overheated. She was feeling just so wicked and erotically charged.

She decided to take off her blouse, the notion just popped into her head. She stood up and swayed from the dizzying rush in her head. She looked about the garden again and then started unbuttoning her blouse. It felt odd to expose herself to the raw sunlight and even more so to be doing it in somebody else’s home but the notion just seemed to fit in with her erotic mood. After she tossed her blouse of the chair she continued to strip off her bra. She arched back and lifted her nude breasts to the sun and felt the delicious warmth on her skin. She cupped her fair-sized boobies in her hands and gently squeezed them. The sensation only drove her sensuous mood higher and she knew her pants would have to come off too.

She was feeling carefree and dangerously depraved but nothing would stop her now. She unhitched her pants and dug her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed both garments down her legs in one swift motion. She stepped out of them, took a wide stance in the bright sunlight and let her hands wander over her body like an impassioned lover.

This behavior was so unlike her and she was a little shocked at her own actions but it all felt so delicious and delightful. She stretched again, shook her short brown hair loose and then settled back down in the lounge chair to get back into that book. She sat cross-legged on the chair with the book on her lap. The action continued hot and heavy as she read. Her hands began to roam once again over her skin. One hand cupped her tit and she lightly brushed her thumb back and forth over her nipple. The other hand crept to her crotch.

Quite subconsciously, her fingers encroached on the dense hair at the border of her pussy. Teasingly, her hand approached her moist slit, looking for the little button that drove her wild. Her finger had parted the wet folds and was lightly stroking her lubricating juices up over her clit. Round and round Emily worked her little bud and her nipple as she read. She was climbing close to orgasm when she caught herself well in to her self-pleasuring and realized it was not even an especially erotic part of the story. She was too close to interrupt herself now, though. She pushed the book off her lap, laid back in the chair and went to work in an all out dash for orgasm. As one hand continued to busily twitch her clitoris from side to side, two fingers of her other hand sank deep into her cunt and began churning her hungry depths.

Emily could not believe how worked up she was getting and could tell that the quick pace of her passion was leading her to an epic climax. She doubled her speed and intensity as both of her hands began stroking and plunging on her pussy in a frantic race for relief. She dug her heals into the chair cushion and began to rock her hips in an opposing rhythm to her busy hands. She worked as if she were under the body of an impassioned lover driving to fuck her brains out. She grunted and moaned wantonly, letting herself go to the moment, she felt wild and free. Her nipples were hardened to dense nubs that sent thrills throughout her body as they jiggled on her heaving chest. A chill titillated her flesh and she was covered goose bumps and at the same time a heavy blush of sweat. She wanted this so much and it was coming so big and so fast. In an all out fury to lapse her joy she heaved her hips violently into the air as her finger dug and pinched against her inflamed cunt.

She drew in a big breath and then it hit her. She screamed in triumph as an enormous orgasm seized her. The wave of ecstatic delight and release burst through her like a bolt of lightening. Every muscle in her tender body clenched as pleasure touched upon her in a magnitude she had seldom known. She shook and twitched in the throes of joy that she thought would nearly drive her insane. She rode it well and tried to make it endure. The onslaught slowly passed and she released her straining muscles, threw her arms to her sides and let her body drop limply onto the lounge chair.

Devastated by the bliss, she lay stunned and let her blood spread slowly back out to her exhausted limbs. As her mind started to recover, she tried to piece together what had provoked that sudden and incredibly out-of-proportion lust-frenzy. She lazily turned her head to the side, toward the odd plant, and inhaled deeply to enjoy its sweet aroma.

Almost instantly, a wave of intense pleasure surged through her. To her absolute dismay, Emily was cumming again. As quickly and every bit as intense as the climax she just had, her body was lost in the effects of an entirely new jolt of physical joy. Her muscles clenched and she drew herself into a ball as the orgasm ripped through her. Her vision went dark and she rolled onto her side. She let herself go again and was soon giggling from the rewarding delight.

As this second climax finished its course, Emily slid over the side of the chair and onto her hands and knees on the tile floor. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Emily was none-the-less enough of a pragmatist to wonder how two of the most intense orgasms of her life had struck her so suddenly, and the second one with no stimulation to prompt it at all. She shook her head to clear away some of the fog.

As the last of her tremors subsided and she gradually regained full control of her body she pieced together in her mind how this masturbatory session was different than all her others. It was neither her book nor her mood, it had to be her environment and in particular something in it that had changed just recently. She lifted her head and saw before her the wide open blossoms around the base of that big, odd, tropical plant and her inquisitive mind reasoned it had to be some narcotic effect of those big yellow anthers protruding up so daring from the center of those blossoms. She had to test her theory. She took off her glasses and laid them on the chair and then crawled from the hard tiles up on to the lush moss bed that surrounded the tantalizing plant.

Her inviting round hips swayed and her ample tits swung beneath her as her soft form approached the curious plant. She could feel the effects her two mighty orgasms had on her; her inner thighs were wet with the slick dew weeping from her overcharged cunt; her skin was on fire with amplified awareness; her nipples ached with the hardness of arousal. When she had crawled up to the thick foliage at the base of the plant she sank to her elbows and in a very unscientific manner, tested her assumption with a much too forward approach and inhaled the heady fragrance of the blooms at point-blank range.

All too quickly Emily confirmed her hypothesis with devastating effect. Her previous orgasms were completely eclipsed by an onslaught of physical pleasure she thought might be the death of her. An intense climax tore through her and in an instant robbed her of her body’s control. The kind of stimulation she usually felt with only her clitoris was magnified and felt throughout her entire being. Waves of pure ecstasy emanating from her pussy spread out ward and washed her in absolute bliss. The inside of her cunt clutched at its emptiness and the churning muscles within filled her with a want for penetration like she had never known. She gasped for her next breath and with it came another quaking spasm of climax. Emily was lost in it all like some cocaine/LSD trip she could not shrug off. She longed to thrust her fingers into her voided pussy and fill her need but to her dismay her arms would not respond. She was bound in place, not at all against her will, with her face buried in the intoxicating foliage, and her body wracked with almost unendurable delight.

Unnoticed by Emily, the big plant was going through some changes of its own. As Emily had approached the base of the plant, the large bulb at the top of the long stalk had slowly opened. Three thick rubbery petals had spread apart to reveal a long slender pistil at their center. It was a vivid pink, about 8 inches in length, an inch and a half in diameter, with 3 fat stigma at its tip. As the petals separated the pistil at the center began to twist and undulate around in the air, bending and reaching as though searching for something near the bloom.

If she had kept enough of her senses, Emily would have witnessed the stalk bend to one side and then it too began twisting round and round as if groping for something it sensed nearby. She did not see the stalk bend lower nor did she notice that it had stopped waving around in a circles to stoop over her back. She did feel the cool, wet droplets of thick goo that drooled from the spread petals and fell upon her back, but she was too lost in her ceaseless rapture to pay them any mind. Regardless of her stupor, the odd plant’s stalk was now crouched over her upturned butt in what might have startled her as a very sinister if not suggestive position.

Emily reveled in her organic sex trip as the thick arm of the strange plant arched over her back and the big, three-petal flower was poised directly over her soft round ass. Lower the flower dropped, the pistil reached down to her, its three stout stigma undulated and rubbed against each other as if tasting the air for a yearned target. Thick drops of slippery excretions oozed from the pistil on to her butt and ran down over her crotch. She did not even flinch when the petals first touched her ass-cheeks. However, when the hovering plant bulb encountered her flesh it moved much more quickly.

The three broad, thick petals opened widely and then the whole grotesquely huge flower dropped onto Emily’s upturned butt. A copious flow of thick, slippery sap oozed out from the petals and the long pink pistil at their junction. The coating flowed over her, up her back, around her hips and down her legs. The goo flooded over her crotch and drenched her pubic hair into a glaze of slime. She was almost completely oblivious to it but powerless to do anything about it anyway. It was, in her mind, simply a soothing warmth.

The petals took on life of their own. They groped over her skin, feeling her contours and exploring her position. Two of the big, probing flaps felt their way around the soft globes of her ass while the third extended itself behind her tender upper thighs.

The long pistil became even more active. Under the protective tent of the surrounding petals it slithered and probed over her butt. Lead by the three fat stigma at its tip, it searched over her skin until finding the cleft of her ass. It gently groped the tight groove, extended itself, ever reaching for something it sensed further down.

With the advance of the pistil toward Emily’s sex, the broad petal over the back of her thighs pressed its way between them and gently forced her knees apart. Gaining access, it wrapped itself over her mound and up beyond her waist. The other two petals accommodated the advance by releasing her hips and reacquiring a firm clasp around her butt cheeks.

With her entire crotch in the plant’s embrace, the pistil was in position to engage her. More of its slippery sap was applied within its almost water-tight clench around her muff. She was aware of only a slight clumsy fumbling around her soggy, imprisoned gash but once the relentlessly groping fingers of the stigma had found the opening to her snug crevice there was no doubt in Emily’s mind she was being entered and her heart thrilled at the promise. The pistil penetrated her slowly, but steadily. Its firm but pliant phallus moved into her, following her contours and expanding outward to contact every untouched pore of her vagina. Her yearning to be filled was at last satisfied and her fluttering cooze finally had something to clench against.

Pushing in all the way to the back of her canal, the busy fingers at the tip began feeling around in the cramped limits of Emily’s pussy. They finally settled around the rounded bulge of her uterus. They spread out until the membrane between them formed a cup centered over her cervix.

She was quite delirious with the constant pleasure of her fragrance induced orgasms, but with the sturdy stem of plant pressed firmly up her quim and the snug embrace around her butt Emily might have thought her rapture to be complete. That was when the petals wrapped around her mounted a steady pull and release action that sent the entire encounter to a new level. As the petals pulled inward, they drove the pistil into her. As they released the pistil drew back out slightly with a light suck on her uterus. She was getting a nice rhythmical humping motion to go along with her penetration and with that she lost all control. With her face buried among the lush leaves she began moaning her delight every bit like a woman being passionately ravaged.

On and on the big flower pumped and sucked at Emily’s pussy, fueling in her the psychedelic mind trip of extreme gratification. The huge petals gripped her fiercely and the pool of gooey sap sloshed around her crotch as the pistil impelled into her. Her moans of delight gradually got weaker until they were merely a fickle coo and whimper. She was becoming oblivious to everything but the intense pleasure and whatever use the plant made of her sex was a happily discarded mystery. With her body surrendered, Emily’s mind drifted deeper into an opiate delirium of sexual delights, until at last, she reached her absolute limit of endurance and lapsed into unconsciousness. Her arms crumpled beneath her and her knees slid out behind her. Her torso dropped onto the soft moss and her head pulled free of the stamen’s perfume. Unrelenting in its embrace, the big flower still worked on her captured sex. In the firm grasp of the thick petals, her hips were still held aloft and a sickening gurgle accompanied the slow draw and thrust of the flower against her helpless body.

——–

The first thing Emily noticed was a chill. She instinctively searched about her for the covers. Failing to find any, her eyes blinked open as her mind tried to piece together what was wrong. All she could make out was that it was dark and whatever was underneath her did not feel like her bed linen. With a shriek she bolted upright when she realized she was lying nude on the mossy ground inside Prof. Masterson’s greenhouse. She sprang to her feet and groped around herself looking for her glasses and something to cover up with. Wild notions spun through her confused mind but nothing fit as to how she had lost her clothes or her consciousness. Her fingers sporadically found scattered articles of clothing and some fragment of her scattered memory told her to look for her glasses on the lounge chair.

She put them on and then climbed up weakly to sit in the chair. Images were coming to her; recollections of sensations; bizarre notions began to trouble her. At the base of all these thoughts the conclusion began to form that she had been in something sexual and it somehow involved that big, weird plant. Oh, such scandalous shame!

Trembling and filled with a sudden embarrassment and panic she snatched up her clothes from the floor as if she had found herself sitting before a hundred shocked witnesses. Clutching them tight to her nakedness she bolted to the sliding glass door, threw it open and hopped into the study. She spun around and looked into the greenhouse gloom as the full realization of her afternoon exploits bloomed within her mind.

“Emily,” she hailed herself? “You fucked a plant.” She bit her lip as she stared out at the strange bulb-thing in the corner of the arboretum which appeared quite innocent-looking, like it had when she first saw it. She scolded herself in her mind for her depravity, though, she had to admit it was not her fault; the professor’s shrubbery had quite honestly seduced her. Professor Masterson! What would she say when she found out Emily had sexually abused her foliage! No wonder she had been warned not to stay in there so long. How embarrassing it would be for the professor to find her out.

Emily had to fix this. She had to erase the evidence and make it look like nothing had happened. Her hands trembled as she quickly pulled her clothes back on. Her mind went over all the details she needed to check to disguise her shameful rut with the amorous blossom. She found that the more she thought about it the more details of what transpired became clear. Memories of the intense pleasure and the erotic delights awoke in her. She pushed those thoughts aside and steeled herself for the task at hand.

She took a deep breath and forged back into the greenhouse. She needed to work fast before she succumbed to the plant’s chemistry again. She tossed the book onto the lounger and then fell to her knees to comb the moss to where it did not look like someone had been lying on it. She was astounded to see that the plant’s huge blossom and the stamens around its base had all closed themselves and were looking ironically non-sexual. She quickly swept the tiles with her hands to erase any tell-tale prints and felt confident she had done a fair job. Fair enough until she could check it over in the daylight. She wheeled the chair back to its place by the door, snatched back her book and slipped inside.

That would have to do, she thought. She stood in the doorway watching the plant. She felt safe back indoors, where she could think about the utterly stupefying joy she had felt with that incredible aromatic flower. She doubted if she had ever experienced such erotic pleasure in her life. Then questions began to form. Was she an unwitting agent in the plant’s reproductive process? In its nutritional needs? Where did old Dr. Masterson get such a thing? What was she doing with it in her home? How did she know it was ‘disruptive to your constitution’? Why did she keep a lounge chair in her greenhouse? Maybe Emily did not have as much to be ashamed of as she thought.

Feeling a little braver, she ventured back into the arboretum and strolled slowly up to the odd plant in the corner. She stood at its base just underneath the big bulb folded her arms and stared at it with a thoughtful frown. She wondered what her life would be like if she had one of these. For that matter, what would life be like if every woman had one of these? She thought of the ridiculousness of being afraid of a horny houseplant. She almost had to laugh at herself. With one arm akimbo, Emily raised a finger up to the big bulb in a scolding manner and said, “Naughty, naughty!”

The carbon dioxide she emitted must have triggered something in the plant again. She heard a feint cracking sound and looked down to see one of the stamens at the base opening up. She gasped and scrambled back to the safety of the door. Pausing in thought, she stood in the doorway and looked back at her ravager. A smile slowly spread across her face and she spoke in a somewhat sexy voice, “You be good ‘till I come back.” She blew it a kiss and closed the door.

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Fri, 27 Jan 2017 00:53:35 UTC

Called in Sick

Call in sick <br />There she is. Always in her short little skirts, always with those legs shaven so smoothly than she looks like she’s always wearing a set of perfectly sheer nylons, that is when she’s not wearing them. Often I find myself playing, guess what’s she’s wearing while I sit dazed in class. Only I wish that I could focus more attention on her at times, but of course decorum does not allow that. I have had my eyes on this girl for ages it seems like. The first time I saw her was when her family moved in. This was the first time I realized just what type of girl she was going to be. She was ten then, yet already looked like a grown woman…without the bust; that, she grew into latter and I was able to watch ever last minute of it. I specially liked it when it turned out our rooms were facing each others, just a stroke of luck. Every so often, this beauty would leave her curtains open allowing me a watch that none existent bust of hers to grow to a full D-cup by my best estimation. That, combined with her long, naturally curly, light brown hair and her hazel eyes and that lovely, oh so naturally, unadorned cream colored skin makes me shiver every night I just think about her. <br /> <br />But for years, I’ve been able to hide my thoughts, and my inhibitions until finally one day she ended up in my class. That’s when things really got bad. That’s when I started to truly admire those legs of hers, that’s were I nearly confirmed that 42D cup size of hers when we had a girl’s only Health sessions in my class. Of course, now the beautiful ten year old is a voluptuous eighteen year old, a senior, and one of the favorite students of the staff. Very rarely does a day go by when a one of my contemporaries doesn’t comment on something that she’s done. I myself often find me, playing with what God gave me to her image, replacing the girl’s I see in the few porno’s I have with her image. <br /> <br />After months of this, my hunger for her has grown and I had to have her. I wanted her, and I figured out how to get her. <br /> <br />“A C-.” She nearly yells in shock. Its now after class, and her section has left, and I’m about to have my ‘bye’ hour when she comes up and talks about this latest test grade. <br /> <br />“Well I’m sorry Christina, but you didn’t do that well, I’m sort of surprised about this. I’ve also been grading your paper, and it too leaves much to be desired, specially from you.” <br /> <br />I’m not lying, her work is normally in the high B low A range, but for some reason, she just crashed recently. <br /> <br />“Well, practice has been getting in the way…Ms. Harland, you have to let me make this up, I can’t fail health.” <br /> <br />“Huh,” I scoff, “even with a few low grades, you are far from failing the class. Now…I can’t let you make up the test, you know my rules, but I will allow you…re-work your paper.” <br /> <br />She nods yes. <br /> <br />I bend over and open my desk draw only for the realization that the papers are all at my house. I sit back up look to her and say, <br /> <br />“Sorry, it looks like I took those home alrea…” before I can even finish the sentence, the girl yells, <br /> <br />“Well, can I come over and work on it? You’re just right next door.” <br /> <br />It was something I hadn’t thought of…what do you think I said? <br /> <br />By four, the young girl ditched her cheerleading friends, and showed up at my front door. I crack it open to see her in her little, yellow cheerleading outfit, one that immediately causes a wet spot to form in my crotch. <br /> <br />“Come in Christina.” I say as I let her in the door. I watch the tight butt of hers sway as she enters the house. I am really going to miss that sight. <br /> <br />She turns towards me and comments, “I was wondering, can you help me with it, I was having some problems with it.” <br /> <br />“Problems?” I ask as I close the door, and head to my dinning room table where her paper sits. “With what?” <br /> <br />“Well…my parents say that…people shouldn’t really think about sex as being pleasurable…that its all about having children.” <br /> <br />“Well, sex is all about having children. Its just that, that pleasure is an incentive for us to fallow threw.” <br /> <br />“Well…I figured that…its just that…I’ve…” She pauses. <br /> <br />“You what?” <br /> <br />“I’ve…I know were suppose to be open about these things in class, but…I’ve never…even really dated a guy. I’ve always been to busy with extra-curriculars.” <br /> <br />“So, you feel as though you have no frame of reference?” <br /> <br />“Well, I guess, I mean, I ask my friends, and they’ve all had sex before. So they all know how to work there way around pleasure, I don’t.” <br /> <br />“Have you ever masturbated?” ‘What…I am the health teacher after all?’ <br /> <br />“Yes.” She says with a bright red face. “But not often.” <br /> <br />“Well it’s the same thing. You can use that as a frame of reference. But I don’t know what you are talking about…its just a research paper.” <br /> <br />“I know…I know…but…I…” <br /> <br />Then, from nowhere I hear the words, “Would it help if I gave you a frame of reference.” Shoot out of my mouth. <br /> <br />She looks to me with an innocent face, smiles and says, “Yes.” <br /> <br />I have here. <br /> <br />“Well, then, let’s go upstairs.” <br /> <br />I lead the young woman up to my bedroom, ensuring to close the blinds when we arrive. I then walk over to her and kiss her full on the lips, ensuring it is a deep, wet, long kiss. She hesitates at first, then eagerly accepts the kiss. I move my left hand down to her crotch and begin feeling her smooth underside while my right hand moves around to her rear, feeling the oddly seductive feeling of her bra strap as it fights to hold all her flesh in place. <br /> <br />I rub my hand along her bottom side. I try to feel for a build up of wetness, but her little cheerleading brief is just too thick. I take my hands, move them both up to this silky undergarment’s sides and in one move, push down the bloomer. She then backs off. <br /> <br />“Ms…Ms….” She says out of breath… “I thought you were just going to give me one of your videos or something…not this.” <br /> <br />I want her…I ache for her. My own area is nearly soaked with the anticipation of having her. Every part of me hungers, burns for her. I can’t let this go now. <br /> <br />“What’s the point.” I start, realizing I must have made the mistake a few times of playing my videos right after seeing her change. After all, if her curtains were open, and I could see her clearly, she sure can see anything over here just fine. “You feel as though you need a frame of reference. Well, the only real way to give you one…is too give you one. Come on, we’ve talked about lesbianism in our class. There are no children, nothing broken, just two girls exploring each other at their own pace.” <br /> <br />The girl processes this for only a few seconds, then, she kicks off her little white shoes, pulls that brief down to the ground, and removes it. I catch a dark spot in the clothing item, a sign that I was much closer than I thought to getting her juices to leak threw. She then steps back up to me, puts her arms around me and kisses ME, full on the lips. We stay that way for a moment, rapped in each others arms before an internal sensation tells me its time to move on. I gently push this girl down on the bed. I undue the small button on the front of her pleated skirt and pull them off her young body. An intoxicating whiff enters the air, and as I look to her still hidden crotch I see a dark spot in her blue, satin panties that seems to have been soaked in a combination of some water and semen. I look up to her blushing face and comment, <br /> <br />“Have you cum already.” <br /> <br />She shakes her head no, but its under duress…she was close. I decide to completely unclothe this morsel of human flesh. I remove her top and then her bra, revealing those fleshy globes I so always adorned from a far. Even on her back, these perfectly tear dropped shaped mounds seem to hold their shape, standing proudly off of her chest. Then I move down to the area in which I’ve found the best….all-around… stimulating, her vagina. I pull down her soaked panties and find her cunt drooling with fluid. This virgin child, who seems to even be reluctant to play with herself, is so hot and bothered because of its sheer innocence. A shame it must end tonight. With her panties gone, there is nothing to stop her smell from entering the room at full burn. She fills my nostrils and my body begins to grown for her, but I owe her this one chance. I move my body up her breast and take one of them in my mouth and sample the taste of her clear skin. I suck on her nipple, causing this girl to moan in wild ecstasy. <br /> <br />“Uh, Ahhhhh!” The sounds are so unlike this quiet girl who always seems so reserved, but she is a cheerleader, something she was forced into but still. I continue my assault on her body. My free hand moves to her other breast were her nipple has turned rock hard and supper sensitive. Just touching it causes her to buck wildly. I play with it only momentarily before moving my hand down to her crotch. I wipe a finger across the surface, just glazing her clit and picking up her fluids. I then bring it around, but dare not lick it. Instead, I take it to her mouth and feed it to her. She eagerly sucks on her own taste, her own fluids…she enjoys it. <br /> <br />“Now you know why.” I say to her. <br /> <br />I move down to her crotch and look at what I have waited so long for. I extend my tongue and tease my taste buds with her juices. The taste sends shivers down my spine. I try her again, only for the same result. I then stick my tongue into her perfectly formed, untouched lips and push as far into her as I can go. <br /> <br />“AHHHHHH!!!” She bucks violently, pushing my tongue out, but rewards me by expelling more of her fluids as she orgasms. I push my mouth up to this port and drink up her fluids, swallowing them down, realizing that this is the best part, the part I had been hoping for. It lasts a full half a minute, but the girl continues to shiver for another two. <br /> <br />I watch her, I let her enjoy the experience. Then, when her eyes finally open and she looks down to me, she smiles at me kindly, as I do to her. <br /> <br />“I love you.” <br />I say to her. <br />“I have waited for this for so long. <br />Good bye.” <br />I extend my mouth beyond the limits that these humans are forced to deal with, and trap her midsection in my mouth. I suck down with all my might, trapping her in an awkward position, her legs forced up to her chest. She looks completely surprised and stunned. She tries to scream, but my venom has long since taken effect. I suck her down, inching that beautiful smile, that beautiful body into mine. <br />Finally, once her hair has disappeared into my mouth, I reseal my mouth to its human proportions. <br />I stand from my position, move and lie on the bed and prepare for her to reciprocate. I place my hand on the large bulge in my body, and feel as she wiggles and kicks and moves. I feel her trying to breath, I feel her heart beat, I feel her warmth. My body fills with ecstasy as I find it harder and harder to move, to think about anything else, anything at all. I feel her as she gets weaker and her mass reduces. <br />After ten minutes, no movement. <br />She’s a quarter of her original mass, and all I can think is <br />‘I’m glad I called in sick.’ <br />

Erotic Horror

Tue, 12 Jan 2010 21:37:36 UTC

FORCED TO CHANGE

Hi I am ana, I am Thai. Was born male, begin stealing hormones at 12, now I 19. and me 5′ tall natural breast kk smallish but almost a "b" cup. I was happy to be Thai Lady Boy. so very very happy. this story is true, but not right names, and it made a choice ffor me, but I not want that choice.

I was new to area I moved to. someone at my work tell me bout a nice young people club no alcohol. Friday nite came, and I went to club. ooked nice outside. inside was too. a pretty american girl behind bar, very tall very nice body, she smile at me and ask what I would like, i order ice tea. we talk a bit, pretty much bout nothing important. she ask where I from, I tell her I am Thai. She remark that they have alot of very pretty ady boys there. i ask how she knew and she say internet, she like to watch them and look at them. I smile, and whisper, I am one. She go and take care of another person and come back. big smile says she will like to get to know me better. me smiling and say, I would also. She ask me name and I tell her most call me Pixie cus i am so small.

She look at me and ask if I am functional, I smile nod my head, blushed a bit.

She take care of customers and in between talk to me. then she go in back room. 2 guys teens come up ssay hi, tell me i am pretty. next thing I know 1 has me by neck, other pulling out his cock, shuv my mouth over it, and tell me suck it or his friend strangle me. I giv him head. before I knew it, was picked up hand over me mouth and carried outside, there was another building. they took me in, loooked like a dungeon. all kinds of weird things. a large chest of drawers, metal painted red and had black drawers.

They rip of my dress, 1 smiled and said hope u r not too attch to u cock cause when we done u not going to have it, i started to scream. a ball was stuck in my mouth and strapped behind my head. they wrapped small rope round my cock and tie behind my back. One of them pick up small hammer, my eues wides wonderring what he was doing, he smack my balls 5 maybe 6 times, i try screaming. another tell me to shut up. they put needles in me tits 1 each, had rubber tibe that went to a bag of liquid. they open a lil valve, I cud feel liquid going into my breast.. another wrap white fat nylon around base of my sack made it pretty tight and he put meedle in sack, also connected to bag of liquid. he smile and said, will make nice coin purse. I try hard to scream

they then tie me to bench on hands and knees, I am wondering why there r 6 of them now. they take turns doing me anal and making me suck them off.My breasts getting bigger and bigger, and me sack was to.. My legs so weak cud not stand I tried many times.

they sit me on knees in front of small wood table and lay ny now largish breast on it. One came over with a hammer, he had something in other hand. he showed me other hand, had nails in it, I start to scream and my jaw was grabbed mouth forced closed and lips gglue together. he took nail pressed hard into my nips, and hit it with hammer, I almost passsed out, wish I would have. then he do it to other nip.

they pull table out so me on knees again. I feel cock in ass again. crying so hard. they pull nails out, it hurt more than when they went in. Blood trickled down. a few more fucked me. then 1 say, well time for him to lose his sack. i try to scream. did no good

they put me on bench, my sack was very big now along with me breasts.. another white strap was put around sack towards top. Both tightenned alot. the girl tending bar came in and asked if it was time. they all smiled and said yeah. she was carrig something hiding it. turn out to be a knofe. she smiled said, I wud ove to of let u fuck me. she place knife over my balls ran the flat part of blade back n fourth i crying so bad, shaking my head, trying to beg her not to. she place knife between the 2 white tie straps. I closed my eyes, I knew what she was about to do. I felt someone kissing me, I oen eyes to look it was her. she say u r so dam pretty, prettier than most girls. tears rolling down my cheeks. she said, so ur gonna be a girl. then she smie and said, I am realy sorry Pixie, u r beautiful. I froze. felt the blade cut a tiny bbit. then she said, she cudnt do it. a guy said u cut them off clean or he wud rip them off. and then torture her too. she on her knees infront of me. smiled and said, looks like I am next. dropped knofe, and said, Do with me what u will, i wont do it. a gut came over pick up knife and my balls, smiled at me and said, u r really pretty for a guy. my eyes big, i felt the blade slice thru my sack, didnt really hurt. He stood there holding it.

The girl from behind the bar had tears running down her cheeks, she said, I am so sorry she kept saying it over and over. One of the guys said, ur turn bitch. she tried to run, they grabbed her. ripped her clothes off. I exspected her to have a cock, but she didnt.

i watched them fuck her for a good 2 hours, one after another, and put needles and nails in her breast and nipples. She passed out. someone hit me. her and I woke in emergency room. found is both on roadside.

all 6 went to prison, I lied told them she was just another victim had nothing else to do with it.

She is my best friend now, and I am now a woman, I had SRS, she never left my side. This happen almost 2 years ago.

Erotic Horror

Wed, 08 Apr 2015 23:17:44 UTC

Hot day for Hot sex

I had been working for five days straight in the hot sun, as a lifeguard, and I took my friends shift for the night of saturday. Saturdays were slow and I could just relax and get paid. I showed up for work in my tight red bathing suit with my white short shorts that barely covered my ass. My fresh 18yearold tits were being mashed into me from the tight bathing suit but still looked nice and big. <br />A man came in about an hour before closing and i had seen him before. He came to sign in and whispered in my ear how happy he was to see me. I blushed and pushed the sign in sheet toward him. He looked down at it, then around the pool, once he saw no one was there he grabbed my arm. <br />"Follow me." <br />"Where?" <br />"I said follow me!" <br />I was scared and my heart started racing, i tried pulling back but he just pulled harder. Sucking in a breath to yell he clamped a hand over my mouth. <br />"Trust me, baby, your gonna like what daddy has for you." <br />I screamed into his hand and tried to get away but he grabbed my shoulders and led me to the break room and locked the door. Taking my towel from the shelf he ripped off a piece and tied it around my mouth. He threw me onto the ground and watched me wiggle under his stare. <br />"Ah, baby, daddy will make it all better." <br />He knelt down by my legs and i tried to kick him but he pinned both legs under him. Using another piece of my towel he tied my hands to the poles behind me and used a knife he had to cut open the top of my bathing suit. My breast poured out of the bathing suit and he grabbed them. <br />"Oh, my baby has grown up!" <br />He put my nipple into his mouth and started licking and when i started trying to kick he bit my nipple and i screamed into the towel. <br />"Behave, slut! Or I will make this hurt!" <br />He put his face into my breast and started drooling and licking everywhere. I tried to move out from under him and he turned around and tied my legs apart to two different poles. He stood up and gazed down at me. My arms tied above my head with my breasts exposed and the bathing suit cut to my belly button. Then he looked down at my white shorts and saw a little wet spot. <br />"Hmm, whats that? You Whore! You like it! Nasty fucking Whore!" <br />Since I was wet he got furious and ripped my shorts off and cut the rest of my bathing suit off. He looked at my clean shaven pussy and slapped it hard. I arched my back in pain and he slapped my tits. <br />"MmMMM!!" I murmered in pain. <br />"Oh, if you liked that you will like what I have." <br />He pulled his bathing suit down and exposed his 7in. dick and slapped me in the face with it. Then he went and rubbed it in my juices that were flowing out. I hated myself for liking what was happening but it just felt good. <br />I begged him behind the cloth to not do it, that i was a virgin. But he plunged forward and ripped through me. Holding it for a second as I screamed in pain before he pulled out and pounded back in. I thought I would rip in half with his force. He slapped my face as he plunged inside. Soon he started pumping extremely fast and hard and I could feel myself starting to get really excited. <br />"Fuck yeah, baby! Oh man your so fucking tight! Yes, yes, yes!!! Oh little slut ima cum all over your face, yeah thats right bitch, fucking take it!!" <br />He started pumping harder and even faster and his head fell back and a groan came out of his lips. <br />"FUCK baby! I’m gonna…….cum…..FUCK!!!" <br />He pulled out just for his cum to come squirting all over my face and stomach. He was shaking in pleasure. He then looked down at me and started rubbing my clit really fast. <br />"Yeah, baby, your gonna cum for daddy. Fucking cum for me bitch. I know you liked it. I felt your pussy tighten. Fuck yeah baby." <br />I started to shake with pleasure and felt my pussy contract and he plunged three fingers deep into my pussy and I screamed as I squirted onto his chest. <br />"Yeah baby, I knew you liked it. Fuck yeah. I’ll see you sometime soon baby." <br />He got up and smiled down at me, pulling his bathing suit back on. Leaving me laying there, for someone to find me…. <br /> <br /> <br />(wanna find me? lets create a story together baby. :]

Erotic Horror

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 15:36:08 UTC

Evil John birth day

All charters are 18 years old.<br />As the night began June a female cop was out driving around. Look for trouble. Edda the last demon girl was with her. Her Bose called over the radio. Hey June can u head over to the video store a teen male was shoplifting and we need to find him. Ok June said but it will be my last call tonight I on vacation next week. Ok the man said. When they turn down the ally mark a skinny looking nerd was walk down slowly hold a few DVDs in his hands. As the cop car past him by. Edda golden necklace had a small compass that point a small lazer light at the teen back. &nbsp;June hit her brakes hard. Stop the cop car. Great said the teen boy. Edda look at the golden compass and said no way him. She look back at the nerdy boy. June pick up her radio and spoke. Sorry boss I don&rsquo;t see anyone out tonight. Her boss got on o well look like the teen got some free porn tonight enjoy ur vacation June see u in two weeks. She got out and pointed her flash light. Hey who boy come here. Mark the young male who just turned 18 walk over to her. She grab the videos from him and flip threw them. Not a bad choice she saids but mine she flash her big tits at him. Mine are real. Mark fainted. Edda laugh out load. No fucking way. June just grin evil. She pick up her cell phone. Hey Cross we found the host. Really u found him at last after a million years of searching for the perfect male specimen June. See June said that was ur mistake did u look for a nerd she snap and sent her his picture. No way Cross said. I send my witch. Boom a orange fog appeared a second latter. Pumpkims a small teen girl was wearing a evil cat shirt and a blood stained skirt. With candy cane socks. And some flip flops. Her blonde and black laces hair was cut short as she skip over to them. She grab the phone and look at the compass. Yep Cross she said sucking on a sucker. It him alright. Cross spoke in firm manner. You know what to door. Yep pumpkims said she snap her fingers and a dark evil book appeared in her hand. Edda spoke it that the book of the demon world. Yep now let go over their in the old garage so not unwanted eyes can see the horror that about to happen. Fist we need a few things. The first is a sacrifice a hot female a hooker will do just fine. Second a offering that will be you she pointed at June. What me what kind of a offering relax it just sex the deal must be sealed with a orgasm an look to me u need a fuck ur so up tight. If I were u pumpkims I watch my mouth u little. Witch pumpkims wave her broom at her and laugh. The third Edda said. A good camera to film the hole thing for Cross. Fine I get the hook June walk out. Hello Wanda. Male or female officer June. the one female who rated to my boss on you. Wanda said yes I know the one I send her ur way. And June. Yes June said. Enjoy and thanks Wanda said. After 30 mins June returned with a white hooker named starlight a tall red head. She was wear a red dress that was veal crowed on. She walk in and saw an nerdy teen male tied on the hood of a police car. June was slipping on &nbsp;a black robe. And a small orange hair girl was helping Edda set a video camera. She look a round the room. It bigger then it look from the outside and warmer too said the hooker.Now what ur delight tonight. A light came on an the evil book turned it self into a dark black bed. A hood nude mask black man was their standing in front of it his foot long cock swaying between his legs. His dark sun glasses covering his red glowing eyes. His body was rip like a body builder who won many awards. Starlight lick her lips and said to her self please let this slut let me fuck him tonight might have to do him for free. Ok girls so what need to be done her tonight. The man by the bed. See this teen boy like to watch. Let make him happy alright. Mark the 18 year old male jerk a little at her. Ok that will be 100 dollars for the boy. As for the stud over their what his wants tonight. Edda spoke again. Let see a blow job for starters, pussy no condom please, and kissing lot of kissing. Starlight was undressing her 36 c breast were making mark eye&rsquo;s pop out of his head. Then her red pussy hairs made his cock hard. And her stockings made a tear come from the teen male eye&rsquo;s . starlight spoke. Ok that&rsquo;s, not wanting to lose the jog. 400 more. Fine June said counting her money. BUT that film she pointed at pumpkims will be 500 also. Fine pumpkims pulled out her billfold and hand her money and so did June. O said pumpkims it also master and slave and ur the slave. Fine said starlight bend over to kiss the small girl. That will be more. She pulled out all pumpkims money from her billfold. And put it in her handbag.She look at the camera any lines my dear. Yes hi this is starlight and welcome to evil sex I offer my self as a offering. After the red light goes on. Well honey starlight pointed at her purse. June said I got it. She threw a few more 100 dollar bills in it. Ready 1,2,3 go, the bed glowed red in color. And the black man stood ready. Hi and welcome to evil sex. I am starlight watch me sacrifice my pussy on this huge black cock for ur viewing pleasure tonight . She wink at June and walk over to the huge mask black man. He spoke &nbsp;it a deep voice. ON UR KNEES SLAVE. Yes master starlight said. She got down on her knee&rsquo;s. OPEN UR MOUTH AND SUCK ON MY HUGE DICK TO UR DOOM. Yes my master starlight said. Mmm so big she said sucking on his huge cock. God u my tight little pussy master. She deep throat his cock as far down her throat as she could. YES. Spoke the evil man pulling her up by her nipple&rsquo;s. Ahh yes starlight climed on top of him. She grip his huge chest and took his huge cock and put it in her pussy. YES I LOVE UR BIG DICK. Ahh she moaned out. YES SO FUCKING BIG MASTER AHH. She stick her tongue in his mouth. He grab her ass and was ramming his huge cock hard in her pussy. Her sweat was drip of her. SO FUCKING HOT AHH. After 5 mins her body&rsquo;s was steaming. FUCK I AM BURNING UP AHH. She was not able to stop her riding his cock a red light was coming off her &nbsp;YES I CUMING MASTER I CUMING.Her orgasm was near as her breast flap way like a bouncing ball. THE EVIL BLACK MAN YELLED AS HE CUM DEEP IN THE GIRL. Her last Blood Curdling Scream was herd. As she bust into flames as the evil book closed. And green circle appeared. From golden necklace and door rose &nbsp;from it on the floor. &nbsp;as it open a dark mass was their look at the 18 year old male tied down the ball in his mouth fell out. As he screamed out and the demon entered in it. The rope rip off him as he struggle hold his throat. Soon he stop eyes wide open. Now it ur turn pumpkims pointing the camera at her. She saw the teen body changing in front of her first. He grew a full 4 ft now he is 10 feet tall. His chest was rip like champion body builder who never lost. His cock grew two feet long. Two horns grew from his head. 20 feet bat wing came from his back. His feet look like loins paws. And a 12 foot long tail came front his legs with a changing tip that was from penis to a 3 foot sword. She took of her robes. June was a 7 feet tall long black hair women who love evil tattoos she had s huge skull on her back with two cobras come from it eyes. Her pussy hair were in the shape of an evil face complete with an evil grin. She touch her huge 36 dds breast. She was rubing some baby oil on her pussy as she walk over to him. She took his cock deep in side her pussy. Shit so big. She was riding him on her hood. Yes fuck me. She look in her car pumpkims was their filming her threw the wind shield. Ahh u mother fuckers. U like me fucking his big coke just look at my huge flap breast se said I bet u wish u were here now boys she was nearly jumping on his cock. The beast grab her breast hard turning them purple. Ahh June yelled out as he kiss her. O GOD SHE SCREAM OUT AS SHE ORGASM. &nbsp;Roar came from the teen. As he threw June on the floor. I am JOHN ROAR THE DEMON. He look at his gold pocket watch. Only 30 years is left till he has to go back to the demon hell.So who do I have to thanks he was going threw starlight purse. He pulled out her &nbsp;cards an evil machine appeared. As spit of a nice pile of cash. That a told of 60,000. Not bad he look at Edda and gave her 30,000, get me a big jeep sister. She node at took off. Now he took the camera and pointed it pumpkims. Who was undressing her self. Her tight teen body was wet . As she crawled over. And was giving him a blow job. His evil tail change it tip to a steel 9 inch penis that spring in to action. It drive deep in her 18 year old pussy. Ahh she moaned a little as she suck his coke as his evil tail fuck her till she orgasm as a green light came off her. She was more power with her magic. Thanks my lord she said standing ageist the wall as he was rubbing her flat chest he pulled out 5000 dollar and told her to get a boob job. He smack her pussy with his hand. Easy john. Why he said as his snake tongue came out and &nbsp;her nipple with two evil jackolantern piercings. He knelt down and kiss her pussy clit she yelled out ouch as he left his evil gold piercing on her pussy clit. Their now u bare my mark my little witch I will fuck u again soon now take June home. A few mins latter Edda pulled up john it time to go home.<br />The end?<br />

Erotic Horror

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 20:35:28 UTC

Man Kills Hooker With His Huge Penis

The Curse and Tragedy of My Huge Penis. <br />Short Story by Carolyn Matthews. <br /> <br />Hello, my name is Robert Williamson, and I am sitting in my <br />penthouse overlooking Central Park. I hear a knock at the door, <br />so I get up from the couch to get the morning newspaper. As I <br />walk back to the living room, I open the paper and read the <br />headlines. It says "Man’s Torso Found in Central Park!", and the <br />line below it has "Man’s Head is yet to be found!" <br /> <br />Oh my God, I thought last night was all a dream, but it was not! <br />What kind of person have I turned into? Well, let me start out <br />at the beginning so you will understand better what drove me to <br />do such a terrible crime. <br /> <br />I am a very wealthy man, and I have everything I want in life <br />except for one thing. That one thing is a normal sized penis. My <br />penis never developed as I grew older, and at the age of thirty <br />five, it is only four inches long. About a year ago, I was <br />reading a fascinating novel about an "Amazon King" in South <br />America that was worshiped for the size of his penis. The book <br />claims that he was the father of over two thousand children over <br />his lifetime. I turned the book over and found that the author <br />is still alive, so I had my assistants track him down. I called <br />him on the phone a few days later, and he told me that <br />everything he wrote in his book was the truth. I asked him if he <br />would like to guide our expedition to the Amazon so I may view <br />the King’s preserved remains. He gladly accepted. <br /> <br />We traveled through the jungle for two weeks, then suddenly the <br />ancient temple appeared in a clearing. To make a long story <br />short, I brought along a team of Doctors and they cut of the <br />King’s penis. Back at the airport, I wave to Doctors as they <br />get on a flight back to Germany. Then I board my private jet and <br />return to New York. About three months went by, then I finally <br />get the phone call that I have been waiting my whole life to <br />receive. The Doctors successfully cloned the King’s penis! I <br />immediately fly to Sweden and the best surgeons in the world <br />remove my penis and attached the new one. Oh my God, I am in so <br />much pain for the next few weeks that I wish I would die! <br /> <br />I fly back to New York and began to feel better after a few more <br />days. One morning I wake up and felt a very pleasant tingling <br />sensation between my legs. I pull the bed sheet away from my <br />naked body, and I see the biggest hard cock of my entire life! <br />Oh my God, it is beautiful! It is perfectly formed, and must be <br />about twelve to fourteen inches long! I start stroking it up and <br />down, and it gets even larger. The sensation is incredible! <br />After about five minutes, I ejaculate a huge load of sperm that <br />shoots straight up in the air for three or four feet! <br /> <br />Anyway, I play with my new cock two or three times a day. After <br />a few weeks pass, I notice that it continues to grow. Pretty <br />soon I can’t go out in public because it hangs down to my knees <br />even when it is soft. I really want to try it out on a hooker, <br />so I have my assistants arrange to have one come over and take <br />care of my needs. To make another long story short, I had to pay <br />the hooker an extra thousand dollars to let me fuck her. I get <br />about twelve inches of my hard cock in her, then she tells me to <br />stop because she can’t take anymore. <br /> <br />She starts screaming, so I put my hands over her mouth, and <br />shove my cock inside her pussy as hard as I can. Suddenly, <br />something breaks inside her and all twenty four inches of my <br />cock slide in easily. The hooker goes limp and blood starts <br />gushing out of her mouth! Oh my God, I am disgusted at myself, <br />but I fuck her dead body anyway! After I finish, I take a shower <br />then call my assistants to come over with a cleanup crew. They <br />arrive within the hour, clean the carpet and dispose of the body. <br /> <br />I do not go out in public during daylight hours, but at night I <br />like to walk through the park wearing my black raincoat while my <br />huge cock flops back and forth between my legs. Last night I <br />went out for a stroll and have a few cigarettes. A young man <br />comes up to me and asks for a "light", then we have conversation <br />for a while. He confides in me that he is gay, then asks if he <br />can suck my dick. <br /> <br />I open my raincoat and he immediately gets down and starts <br />playing with my penis. As it starts filling with blood, the <br />young man looks up at me and says "Oh my God Mister, this must <br />be the biggest fucking cock in the world!" He opens his mouth <br />and takes in about five or six inches. My cock is swelling to <br />its full size very quickly as I reach out with both my hands and <br />grab the back of the young man’s head. He starts gagging and <br />struggles with me, but I am more powerful than he is. I give my <br />hips a big thrust and my cock slides down his throat! After a <br />few seconds, the young man becomes motionless and stops <br />breathing. <br /> <br />I wait for my cock to become limp, but it does not! Oh my God, <br />someone can walk by at any moment and see this dead person <br />hanging off the end of my cock! I always carry a very large <br />sharp knife with me for protection, so I pull it out of my <br />pocket and cut the man’s head off. Oh my God, what a fucking <br />mess I have made! I button my raincoat together, then reach down <br />with both of my hands to support the head while I quickly walk <br />to the back entrance of my building. Nobody sees me as I take <br />the elevator up to my penthouse. After I take a cold shower, the <br />head falls onto the tile floor. <br /> <br />This is a short story, so I will it here. I hope there are not <br />too many spelling and grammatical errors! Carolyn. <br /> <br />

Erotic Horror

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