SICK BITCH FUCK

“I’m a fucking sick bitch.”

He looked at her before taking another sip of beer. “How sick,” he
said, the question subdued into rhetorical interest.

She lowered her face, stared at him for just a beat. “You have no fucking idea.”

A few more sips and he was done. She killed her beer and they left. He
drove while she directed, grabbing at his bulge. “There,” she said,
“turn right. I’m toward the end on the left. Building 9.”

He pulled in, shut off the engine, felt her hand release its grip. She
 got out, he followed. She was on the top level, apartment H. She
keyed  the lock upside down. “Fuck, I do that every time,” she huffed,
then corrected, got the door open. He followed, shut the door himself,
she  locked it, looked at him with what he defined as a sneer, her
eyes  steady on him, like she was the prey but the simultaneous
predator.

“You’re sure you want this,” she said, her eyes unmoving.

He nodded, wanting to smirk her sneer into submission but knew it wouldn’t work.

“Good, ‘cause you need to know that I’m—”

“A fucking sick bitch,” he finished for her.

Her semi-sneer became full-fledged; her eyes seemed to gloss over.
“Fuck me up. I wanna do shit you thought you’d never do.”

He felt his bulge expand a few increments; his cock was angled in such
a way that the head pressed against the insides of his boxers and
jeans. It felt like an animal needing to escape from its entrapment.
He wanted to unzip himself and free it but instead he grabbed the hair
of the woman who stood in front of him, a woman with a FUCK-YOU sneer
on her face, a mouth he knew craved cock and not just his. In his mind
 he tried to imagine exactly what she was thinking, what kind of
fucked  up shit she wanted done to her, and why. But FUCK the why and
FUCK  whatever she supposedly craved. He craved her and her sick
desires,  whatever they were and whatever they would be. He was in
this until it ended. Whatever that fucking meant.

“Fuck!” she yelled, feeling her hair being yanked. He fisted her by
her head to her bedroom, which was just a few paces away. “So fucking
rough!”

He turned her to face him, her hair in his tightened fist. “You
fucking like it, bitch. Tell me.”

Her sneer became a fuck-off grimacing grin, her bared teeth gleaming
through her licked-wet lips. “Fuck you. Fucking make me, assfuck.”

He felt a sudden surge of anger rip through him but his cock remained
intact in its denim prison. He yanked her head to the bed then flipped
her over on her chest, pressing her face into the mattress. The bed
was rickety and the headboard hit the wall whenever they moved.

“Fucking say it,” he said through gritted teeth. He felt her try and
turn her head so she could get her mouth exposed in order to speak; he
kept his hand fisted tight, forcing her face down further. He heard
her grunting, felt her panic as she grabbed at him with frantic hands.
After a few more amusing seconds he turned her head. She gasped and
heaved, sucking at the suddenly available oxygen to which he allowed
her access. Her mouth was a gaping air-hole; she bared her lips back
and showed him her animalistic rage. “FUCK YEAH I LIKE IT SO FUCKING
DO IT AGAIN.” She leveled her gaze at him over her shoulder, her eyes
dark. “Fucking rape me. Fucking rape my fucking cunt.”

This made his cock twitch; he desperately wanted to get it out but
knew it was way too soon. He turned her back around and pressed, then
with his free hand pulled her panties off her legs, leaving her with
just a skirt and tank.

He could tell she was suffocating again when her hands started
grabbing at him, but this time more frantically. He watched her hands,
those nails, those long fingers. Soon he would let her scratch him. He
turned her around once more and let her suck that air like the greedy
cockwhore bitch she was.

“Fuck you,” she told him, but her eyes gave her away. She loved all of
this and wanted more, wanted anything he desired to give her. Not just
his cock, not just his tongue on her clit, not just the lame shit
people do when they fuck, even though she felt her clit throbbing,
felt her wetness, wanted his cock but also wanted his rage, his
physical control, wanted him to make her his animal prey. She wanted
him to destroy her, make her taste blood even before it was raised to
the surface of flesh – either his or hers.

"You think you're a sick fucking girl?" he growled between his teeth
as he fisted her hair and forced her head up. "You don't know what
sick is." His face was centimeters away from her ear. "I'm going to
fucking show you."

Her stomach dropped but she felt a strange arousal at his promise.
She'd always liked it rough.

His hand still in her hair, he slammed her face down into the ground.
"Don't you dare take a breath."

She nodded, her face stinging from the smack of the wooden floor and
her lungs starting to burn from lack of oxygen. All she could think
was "What have I gotten myself into?" He yanked her head back up just
as she couldn't take it anymore, gasping for the sweet breath of fresh
air, but was met with his hard, aggressive lips instead. He shoved his
tongue into her mouth viciously and she hungrily met him back.

Suddenly, she was pulled up and flipped onto her back, his hands
tearing at her clothes.

"Off," he animalistically growled. She pulled off her top while he
removed her pants, then shoved her back down onto the bed. Not
bothering to take off his own clothes, he undid his zipper and pulled
out his hard cock. She stared at its size in anticipation and
excitement for only a moment before it was forcefully inside her. His
hand in her hair again, pulling, holding her head back as she moaned
and yelled, him relentlessly plunging into her wet, warm pussy.

"FUCK ME HARDER," she screamed, getting close to orgasm.

He stopped, and smacked her across the face hard enough to make it
red. "You do NOT tell me what to do. I tell you what to do."

She stared at him, shocked, her hand lightly touching her raw cheek.
She could only nod.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that."

Her stomach clenched. 'What does he mean?' she thought nervously with
an undertone of excitement still coursing through her at the thought.
'Tie me down and fuck me raw? Rape my ass?'

"Do as I say. Get on your fucking knees in front of me and suck me off."

She got off the bed and crawled over to his hard cock jutting out of
his pants, and was about to place it in her mouth, when he grabbed her
hair again and yanked her head back before she could.

"Don't fucking ignore me when I talk to you."

"I'm sorry, master."

"Make it up to me."

"Yes, master." She looked up at him as she licked his tip and then
sucked his whole cock into her mouth. He released pent-up air through
his teeth at the pleasure, tightening his grip on her hair and forcing
her to suck him faster. "Make me cum down your throat, you worthless
little whore." His words excited her and fueled her to suck him
faster, harder, until she felt his hot cum shoot into her mouth as he
yelled "FUCK!" She swallowed his load and looked back up at him.

"Did I do good, master?" she asked sweetly.

"Very," he said through heavy breathing. "Stay on your knees and take
my pants off like a good little girl."

She slowly slid his pants and boxers to the floor as commanded, his
hand never leaving her hair.

"Stand up." He jerked her hair and she came up off the ground, wincing
slightly at the pain in her scalp, and stood face to face with him.

"Open up that pretty little mouth." Reluctantly, she obeyed, wondering
why he wanted her to do that, when he spit into her mouth. She was
wide eyed and surprised, but knew better than to do anything until he
told her to. He leaned and kissed her roughly, adding more of his spit
into her mouth. "Swallow it like you swallowed my cum." She hesitantly
did, almost gagging.

"You're good at being a disgusting little whore."

"Thank you, master," she murmured.

"But you can be better. Suck my cock again and do it right this time."

She was confused; do it right? Hadn't making him cum been right?

"Master, what do you mean?" she asked uneasily.

"You stick this cock so far down your throat you choke and fucking
puke on it," he growled.

‘That's disgusting,’ she immediately thought. ‘But who knows what
he'll do to me if I don't do this....’ She felt like this was starting
to get out of hand. Where would he stop?

"Do it," he growled louder and more menacingly.

She got back down on her knees and slowly started licking him again,
building up the courage to do what he wanted.

"Don't fuck around, I wanna feel that hot vomit all over my dick," she
heard him say.

'Sick,' she thought, but wrapped her lips around his cock and slid it
into her mouth. She felt his tip touch the back of her throat and she
gagged slightly, but his hands grabbed the back of her head and pushed
it towards him, pushing his dick farther into her mouth and making her
gag more. She could feel bile rising in her throat from the gagging
reflex; she knew he would have his disgusting wish soon. One more
thrust from him was all it took; a huge pool of vomit containing his
semen and spit burst out of her mouth all onto his hard, waiting cock,
dripping down into a puddle on the floor and strings of it hanging
from her mouth. He moaned, his hands leaving her hair to jerk his
cock, using the vomit as lube. She felt another wave of sick coming
and puked onto the floor, feeling like absolute shit.

"That was much fucking better, bitch," he said, sneering down at her
being sick on the ground.

'Kill me now,' she thought, as she often did.

"Aw, poor little girl, she's sick. Do you need put out of your
misery?" he sarcastically cooed.

'Is he a fucking mind reader? God, this isn't even fun anymore, I just
want to go home,' she thought miserably.

"Answer me." He grabbed her face by her cheeks and pulled her off the ground.

"N-no, master," she whispered.

Smirking, he eyed the vomit still dripping down her chin. "Messy,
aren't we?" He leaned in and slid his tongue all around her chin,
licking up the leftover vomit from her sick spill. "All better," he
said when he finished. She limply stood there, eyes staring straight
ahead, really regretting this decision and wishing she were somewhere
else.

"Aren't you having fun?" he hissed in her ear, mocking her. "This was
what you wanted. You told me you're a sick bitch and you like it
kinky. you fucking deserve this." He took a step back and spit right
in her face. "Now turn around, get on your knees, and take what you
have coming to you."

Shaking, and genuinely scared, she did as she was told, and braced
herself for whatever was going to happen. She felt a light stroking on
her right buttcheek, followed by a hard slap that made her wince. "Get
that ass up in the air for me, baby," he commanded. She arched her
back, raising her ass high for him. He continued to slap it and spank
it until there were multiple handprints in her now fire-red skin. She
bit her lip and took it like she knew she should. She felt his hands
grab both of her asscheeks and squeeze hard, separating them to see
her asshole. He spit multiple times to get her nice and wet, then took
his fingers and rubbed it all around her asshole, penetrating with his
fingers. She moaned slightly, surprising herself. 'This isn't so bad,'
she thought, enjoying his fingers now roughly fucking her ass. She
moaned louder, pushing her ass back to get his fingers deeper.

"Oh, you like that, yeah?" he growled, inserting a third finger,
stretching her, preparing her for what was coming.

She nodded, groaning, arching her back further.

"I've got something you'll like even more." He pulled out his fingers
and spat on her asshole again. "But first, why don't you just help me
clean off my fingers?" She turned her head and hungrily licked and
sucked on his fingers, tasting her own ass and his spit. When she was
done, he slapped her ass again with one hand and grabbed her hair with
the other, and shoved her face into the bed. "Keep that ass up, baby,"
he murmured as he aligned his cock with her ass, then shoved it in,
all the way, as hard as he fucking could. She screamed into the bed
and tried to pull away, but he was having none of that. He put his
body on top of hers to keep her down and keep her still, her head
still in the bed to keep her quiet, and pumped repeatedly into her
tight little ass. He couldn't tell which got him off more: the feel of
her constricting ass around his hard cock as he fucked her
mercilessly, or the thrashing, fighting, screaming, and crying that
was coming from his lovely little victim.

"If you can stay quiet for 30 seconds, I'll give your ass a break.
Think you can handle that?" he asked her, laughing to himself.

'This hurts so fucking much,' she thought, trying desperately not to
make a sound, to even breathe. 'Please stop, please stop, please
stop... I can't take it...'

Thirty seconds later, after not making a sound, she felt him keep his
promise and slide out of her ass.

"Oh, don't even tell me this was the first time you took a cock up the
ass," he said in a disappointed voice, staring at the blood leaking
out of her hole. She nodded.

"You think you're kinky and you've never had anal? What a dumb fucking
bitch," he laughed and slapped her ass again. He leaned down and
started eating out her ass, licking up all her leakage. He kept it in
his mouth until he pulled her head up by her hair and spat it back in
her face. She winced, and with a disgusted groan wiped her face off on
the sheets. When she looked up again she was looking right at his
cock, with some of her blood still on it. She raised her eyes to see
him holding a pocket knife.

"Ready for some more fun?" He had a malicious grin on his face as he
took a step toward her and wrapped his hand around her throat. He got
on top of her and used his legs to pin down her legs, keeping his hand
on her throat but hardly applying any pressure. Yet. She didn't bother
to fight back too much at this point- she knew it was a losing battle.
Maybe she'd known it from the start and that's why she let it happen.
'Who the fuck knows,' she thought miserably. He used his knife to
trace the edges of her collarbone, not cutting yet. The knife traveled
down her chest, between her breasts, down to her stomach, where it
stopped. He brought the knife up slowly then plunged it back down,
penetrating her stomach. She screamed, as blood started to ooze from
the wound.

"Shut up," he growled. "That's nothing." He swiftly got up off of her
and rolled her over, as she tried to nurse her wound. He forced her
face down, spread-eagle, and positioned himself behind her, thrusting
his hard cock into her, excited by his bloodlust. His knife still in
his hand, he pulled her up by her hair one last time, all the while
still pumping relentlessly, forced her head back to expose her throat.
He bit down hard on the side of her neck, and she screamed again,
tears running down her face, bleeding from her stomach and now her
neck, trickling down her body.

"You're going to give me my best orgasm yet," he said between clenched
teeth, right at her ear. Fucking her faster now, the sight of blood
turning him into a dominating animal, going in for the kill. He
brought his knife up in one fluid motion and sliced it across her
throat, cutting deep, feeling her hot blood spurt out onto his hand,
hearing her gargling, choking cries- he felt his orgasm shake through
his body, out of his dick, and into the dying, bleeding woman before
him.

But he wasn't done yet. Never again would he have an opportunity like
this. He flung the half-dead girl onto her back, like a ragdoll. He
played with her throat, shoving his fingers in, feeling her hot blood,
prying the wound apart. Unable to control his insane sexual arousal
and bloodlust, he took his cock and shoved it in her wound, moaning at
how good her blood and muscles felt, ripping through tendons and veins
with his sheer force and rock-hard cock. Long after her pulse had
stopped, he continued to fuck her- her throat wound, her stomach
wound, her pussy, her ass -- he fucked her corpse until he could
literally not move. When he was done he laid next to her, stroking her
blood-soaked breasts, running his hand down her now cold body. He
liked her better like this, much better.

Angel-Demon

     I knelt before the Almighty.

     “Father, I must indulge. My hunger is beginning to cloud my judgment, and I can feel the fingers of darkness probing my heart for weakness."

     "You can find no other way to quell your blood lust?"

     "No, Father."

     "I don't believe you've tried."

     An anger rose in me and washed over me. I still didn't lift my head because I knew my eyes had blackened over. No Father wants to see his child consumed this way. Azazel had challenged me to a duel. “One weapon each, and no trickery” he said. We knew he was deceiving us, but I was young then (the youngest Angel, the first made in centuries), and eager to prove my loyalty to my Father because I had never seen battle. My Father was hesitant, because he understood Azazel's deception, but ultimately permitted the duel under influence of my persistence. I was eager for my duel, I had been training with the greatest of Angels since my conception, and foolishly felt an overwhelming righteousness fighting for the side of Light. I knew of lesser Demons than Azazel that have killed Angels, but I was filled with the vigor of youth, underestimating his experience. Azazel chose a blade (soaked in his own blood) and I chose a dagger. I preferred close combat, one should be close enough to watch life bleed from their kills' eyes. We both began our duel and it became apparent quickly that he knew my methods, and easily countered me. I had to become adaptable, and ultimately, his experience over powered my training. He cut me in many places with his sword, and I cut him in many places with my dagger. However, the demon blood on his blade seeped into my own through the wounds, tainting me. I became part demon that day, my wings turning pink, tinged with blood lust. I acquired an anger beyond anything I knew, and with it, doubts. My hair became blood red, and my eyes blackened over when my anger rose in me. Azazel himself ultimately made me a child of his through his blood. Once I was too wounded to fight, He claimed his prize. He raped me and spilled his Demon seed in me, to ensure that I was his. As he came, he whispered in my ear “You are no longer pure, Angel. One day, you will join me as my bride. And together, we will unleash such a wrath upon the Earth, not even your Father could stop us.” I laid crying for many hours after, hearing the truth in his words and feeling weak. I had disappointed my Father in my ignorance, and the entirety of existence would fall victim of my decision. I became pregnant with Azazel's child, but before I bore it, I cut it out of me, slit it's throat and ate it. As I licked the last of the blood from the infant's bones, I heard Azazel's laughter echoing in my head. I have hated him since that moment.

     "Your condition is not your fault. Stop feeling shame. It was a cruel joke, and you are stronger than Hell believed you were. Azazel miscalculated your inner strength; you hold it in so well. I shall permit your hunt. But for every life you destroy, you know you must create one."

     "Thank you, Father," I finally look up, knowing my eyes returned to their original green amber color. "Your mercy is great, and for every life I destroy, I will create. This I swear." I stood up, spread my glorious pink wings, bowed deeply, closed them, and took my leave. As the door closed behind me, I heard my Father whisper "Contol."

     I enter a bar, not changing my appearance, but hiding my wings. As I walk through the bar to order a vodka and pineapple drink, every pair of eyes flick at me for at least a moment, and I could sense the intent. I could feel who had the most lustful intent, and I flashed them a smile. The bartender retrieved my drink, a poor soul. He was a good man surrounded by energetic leeches. He had been used and they sucked a lot of his life force and he has resorted to a life of catering to those who do not respect him. A man slides onto a stool to my left and prepares himself for attempt. I will succumb easily, allowing his darkness to rise up in him. He will taste much sweeter filled with the nectar of lies.

     "Hello, beautiful. What are you doing in here all alone, tonight?"

     "My boyfriend left me at another bar for some stupid tramp. Curse them both, the assholes. They can have each other and burn in Hell," I say slightly dramatically. Sewing the seed of hurt and weakness, a need of revenge I haven't quite faced consciously. He smiled at me, and I could feel the darkness slithering up in him. He was getting excited; he was reading me exactly how I wanted him to.

     "I'll treat you right, beautiful." (Lie)

     "Yeah, what do you have in mind?" I ask as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his thoughts swirling around the idea of pussy.

     He gets hard, leans in towards me and says "Why don't you finish your drink, and I'll show you." His voice dripping with lust, my body shivers. The prospect of my coming feast was what was really getting me excited but I let him believe it was him. I gulped the last of my drink quick and followed him out the door. He took me to a cheap, shitty motel. I made sure none of the workers saw me as a precautionary measure.

     We entered the dirty motel room, and he dropped his facade, though to me, I could always see past it.

     "Take your clothes off, girl."

     I complied, allowing him to feel power. All of his darkness will taste so ridiculously delightful. He grabbed my hair, roughly and kissed me hard. I responded as a weak girl would, feeding him. He pulled me away by my head and openly gazed upon my naked body. I could feel him thinking about ravishing me, using me, and leaving me bloody and broken without a second thought. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard and grabbing my body. I let him. Then he pulled me across the room and threw me on the bed. I let him climb on me, but I rolled him over so I was on top. I kissed his face, chest and stomach in a particular pattern to paralyze him without him knowing. It's a demonic Magic, and very simple. I hovered my mouth over his belly button, savoring the last moment before fear consumes him. I lower my mouth to his skin and I open my mouth. I begin digging my sharp teeth into his flesh, the skin puncturing and blood filling my mouth. I rise from his stomach, blood dripping down my body, I look at my victim. He is wide-eyed and in pain. My skin takes on a pink tinge, and my wings grow from my back , opening and now fully blood red. I smile at the man beneath me and dig my hands through his skin. My nails, now barbed, rip into his soft flesh and I pull out his liver.

     "This! This is beautiful. The part of your body that filters impurities." I bite heartily into his organ while he watches in horror. His blood gushes all over my face and drips down my naked pink body. I moan as I bathe in his blood. My black eyes moving back to the man laying on the bed.

     "Oh, you aren't having fun anymore? Let me fix that."

     I blow on his dick, using a small amount of Magic to fill it with blood. I sit on top of him, sliding him into me and gyrating as I slide completely down his shaft. I fuck him until I feel his cum coating the walls of my holy vagina, and I lean forward to kiss him. I turn my attention back to kissing his chest while he bleeds out from his stomach, and rip his flesh off. I expose his ribs and break them open, to reach his lungs and heart. I rip both his lungs out in each hand and laugh as I eat them both like apples. By now, the man inside and beneath me is dead, but I am not finished with him. I continue feasting on his remains, even sucking every last bit of flesh, blood, and organ off his bones, leaving them pearly white.

     Unfortunately, my appetite has yet to be satiated, so I leave the room through the window, still naked and bathed in his blood. I extend my senses out around me, searching for more filth that will not be missed. I feel a small gathering of young adults snorting cocaine and taking acid. I decided to give them the trip of their lives. I wrap my wings around me, and walk to the house the young, tainted ones are partying in. I walk up to the door, and cloak my wings so they can't be seen. I allow my black eyes to give way to tearful blue ones, and ring the doorbell. I begin to shiver and when the door opens, I begin to plead.

     "Please! Help me! I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do! I don't know where to go!"

The drugged out sap nervously let me in, and I walk into the living room, full of young adults whose minds were not completely there. As soon as I walked in, some of them could tell their demise was near, some of them were benevolent and were concerned for me. 7 total, 3 good hearts, 4 black ones. I would eat the 3 good ones first, my personal mercy. The black hearts would watch me devour who they know and feel the ultimate fear of my impending consumption. I used simple Magic to paralyze them all at once and forced the 3 good-hearted children to come to me. I forced them to kneel before me. I allowed my devilish form to re-manifest and swiped my hand in mid air. Their necks twist all the way around, and their bodies fall to the floor, lifeless. I smile at the four remaining humans, more paralyzed now by horror than my Magic. I fall to my knees, my red wings open, at full span and begin to devour their acquaintances. The goodness in them almost burning my throat, but their blood tastes sweet. I don't clean them as cleanly as my singular victim, there are 4 more after all.

     I turn my attention to the first of my remaining victims. I grab him by the throat and touch my forehead to his. I am overwhelmed by all the atrocities he has committed, also forcing him to relive them. This one got a devilish joy from raping drunk girls. He loved their screaming and pleading and fighting. His dick got hard thinking of it all. I grabbed his dick, and ripped it off through his pants. I held it above my head and squeezed the blood in it out into my mouth, holding my tongue out for the last drop. Then, I thrust my hand into his chest and pulled out his black heart. I ate it hungrily, and then moved onto the next one.

     I put my forehead to hers and saw that she enjoyed torturing others. She would burn others with cigarettes, and slice nut sacks during blow jobs. She would convince others to trust her in order to hurt them. She has a pretty mouth she uses to entice her victims, so I rip her lips from her and swallow them whole. Then I rip her heart out and feast merrily upon her.

     I turn my attention to the third one. I place my forehead on his and I relive every moment he hit his mother. He had watched man after man without consequence strike her and every time he gave her a black eye or a bruise, he felt like a man. I ripped his hands off and slurped the life off his bones. I then removed his heart quickly and ate it without remorse.

     I turn to the last remaining boy and as my forehead touches his, I am appalled. This particular boy was a combination of all those who preceded him. He was incredibly abusive to both genders equally. He lied and tortured girls who had the misfortune of being attracted to him, and he raped those girls. He beat and tortured those of his own gender. He was the perfect soul for Azazel to win over. I have committed atrocities out of need, but these creatures committed atrocities out of want and that makes all the difference. I growled at him and his eyes flashed black. I roared and ripped his eyes from his skull, swallowing them both without chewing. I ripped his hands from him and angrily devoured them. I ripped his hard cock off and chewed on that till it was just a mass of organic material. I swallowed it and returned to his body, ripping it apart and eating his flesh. His organs were sweet with darkness, and I reveled in his evil, saving his black heart for last.

I left the house after I rinsed the blood of my kills from me. I had gone through the house and found some clothes to dress myself, seeing as the sun was coming up. Now was the time of repentance. Now was the time for me to pay for my sins, part of the balance. Now was the time for me to seek 8 souls to guide into the Light. I needed to ensure they would choose the path of righteousness and walk willingly into my Father's arms. This meant a human's lifetime on Earth, and this mean a human's lifetime repayment for one night of feasting.

The whole time hearing Azazel's laughter, and my Father's voice whispering “Control.”

-Kiz

Mine

     “Why are you doing this?” she cried as I heated a branding iron.

     “You'll be feeling this soon, won't you lovely?” I respond deliberately ignoring her. I am in control of this situation, and she will get her answer when I am ready to answer her. I watch her cringe as the metal turns red hot. A red hot heart. Her neon yellow button down shirt lays open, exposing her chest and cute pink bra. I smile at her small breasts, slightly smaller than my own. He cupped those breasts, didn't he? I think to myself. Of course he did. I bet he had them in his mouth, too. I wonder what they taste like. Right now I'm sure they would taste like fear. How delicious. My eyes flick back up to hers. She is silently pleading with me to stop this madness and just let her go. I will never let her go. I will keep her until she has no life anymore. I will own her. My heart looks like it's about to melt. So, I remove the torch. She watches me approach her with my red hot heart. I hold the branding iron behind me, and kiss her on the chest where one holds their hand to recite the pledge of allegiance. My kiss leaves a red imprint of my mouth. I then stand tall over her, and I push the branding iron into her chest hard over my kiss and without hesitation. She begins to scream; no words, only pain.

     I can only take hearing her scream for a short while before the berserk laughter bursts out of my throat. You are mine now, Celeste. Her body trembles in response to the pain. I pull the no longer red hot heart from her chest, and marvel at the wound left behind. It looks so grotesque against her pale skin. She is always mine now. I walk to the door, whisper “Goodnight, love,” shut off the light and close the door to leave her whimpering.

     I pull a chair across from her, sit down, and light a cigarette. She spits at me. I laugh and slap her across her mouth.

     “How dare you spit upon your God.”

     “My GOD? You are just a jealous cunt, Michelle.”

     “Jealous cunt? If it were simple jealousy, this would not be happening.”

     “Then why are you doing this?”

     “You have no patience, Celeste. All the answers will come to you in time. That is how asking a question works. Now, I want you to explain to me exactly how he touched you. I want to know how hard he fucked you, how long you sucked his dick for. I want to know if he licked your clit or your asshole, every position he fucked you in.”

     “Why would you want to hear that?”

     “Because I want to be there in your head every time you think about it. Begin.”

     “No, fuck that. You can't intrude on such an intimate moment I had with someone.”

     “What a shame.” I stood up, straddled her lap, and ran my fingers down her arms tied behind her back. I started to kiss her neck, and felt the goosepimples against my lips. I licked her skin, and sucked a little on her earlobe. When I felt her breath catch, I pulled back and smiled in her face. Then I kissed her lips and she kept her mouth rigid. So I bit her bottom lip, and I did not stop clamping on her with my teeth till I heard her whimper and felt her blood in my mouth. Then I stood up, walked to the door, whispered “Goodnight love,” shut off the light, and closed the door.

    This continued for a week, I would ask her to tell me the details of her tryst and she would deny me. I would then kiss her, lick her, feel her body with my hands and then bite her till she bled in my mouth. Every day she grew weaker, wondering if he was worth this pain. She began to think that my request was so simple. She would be freed, I assured her, once I got the information I wanted. Every day, her “no” would be less heartfelt. She was caving, and I was getting stronger. I have all the patience in the world when I want something this badly. So today, I'm trying a different approach.

     I enter the room holding a box and a pot of soapy water. without speaking. I place the box and pot on the floor, pull her shorts off, and slowly remove her underwear, wondering if he was gentler when he did it. I tie her legs apart so she can't kick my while I hold a blade to her vagina. I grabbed the bath sponge, washed and shaved her cunt (the hair had grown some while I held her captive) and then dried it. When I pulled the towel away there was a beautiful 20 year old pussy. The entire time, she kept asking me questions about what I was doing and why. It was easy to ignore her. I then took my clothes off, and stood before her naked. I think at that point, she began to realize where this may be going. I opened the box I had brought in with me. I pulled out the strap on and put it on myself. I stand in front of her and ask “Was he this big for you?” and I see the memory in her eyes. He was. Excellent. I get down on my knees and begin to lick her clit. Then after a minute, I slid my finger into her. She couldn't help but moan and get wet. I knew exactly where to touch her.

     “Did he lick you this good?”

     “No,” she breathes barely audible. Excellent.

     “Tell me what you didn't like about when he did it,” I mumble into her and continue lapping at her.

     “He was too rough, where you are rough enough. His half grown in facial hair was itchy. (moan) His fingers were too sporadic and barely had rhythm.”

     I nibble on her clit, just enough for her to feel the pressure. “Tell me how you sucked his dick,” and then I plunge back into her.

     “I was on my hands and knees while he was laying down. I tried to deep throat him, but I couldn't-”

     “You'll be able to do it for me.”

     She moans at the vibrations of my voice tickling her.

     “What else did you do?” I ask.

     “I cupped his balls, and let the drool in my mouth fall onto his dick and slide down. (moan) I smiled up at him, and licked his dick like a fucking ice cream cone. (moan)”

     I feel like she has had enough, I stand, walk behind her, and push the back of the chair down. “Show my what you did,” I command.

     “I can't, my hands are tied.”

     “You don't need hands to suck cock.”

     I pushed the strap on into her mouth and watched her lick it and suck on it. I smiled the whole time, wishing I could feel every caress of her tongue on me. After I felt like she had showed me enough, I pull it out. I walked back around in front of her, squatted some, and pushed the strap on into her. She took a sharp breath, and I could feel her cunt clamping on the fake dick as I pulled it out slowly. How I wish I could feel a tight cunt clamp flesh on flesh. I started to fuck her, slowly. She was moaning, and breathing heavily.

     “Tell me, how did he fuck you?”

     “He fucked me missionary first, looking into my eyes. Slowly like this. And then he started going faster, then he leaned back grabbed my left leg and swung it in front of him, so I was laying on my side. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me all the way. After a little bit of that, he fucked me doggy style till we both came.”

     “That's it?”

     “That's it.”

     I grab her face and kiss her deeply as I continue to fuck her, the chair beginning to soak beneath us. I feel her moans in my mouth as she slowly parts her lips and lets her tongue play with mine. I fuck her slow and hard. And I start playing with her clit. I make her cum on me and her o-face is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her eyes close, and her mouth hangs open. Her eyebrows furrow like she can't believe she's feeling something so good. Then as her orgasm slowly fades, the burning becomes too much for me and I cum, moaning with my mouth on her right nipple. I thrust a couple more times, then pull out. I take the strap on off, and straddle her lap. I smile at her.

     “You gave me what I wanted, now I can answer your question.”

I reach behind the chair and feel the gun I duct taped there just above her tied hands. I rip it off the chair, and hold it to her head without it touching, and where she couldn't see it.

     Right before I pull the trigger, and blast her brains all over the wall, an organic mural, I say “I could never have you.”

-Kiz