Slut

She’s on all fours on the floor with a leash hooked to a collar. I yank at the leash, hard, yanking her like a dog that’s pulling too much. She’s a rabid bitch in heat and knows it. There’re six more of us, watching her as she chokes on my leash, the black spiked collar tight around her neck. Her hair is mussed and some of it hangs across her face. She looks like a slut and is a slut. She knows she is, she wants to be our slut, our dirty animal. We call her Slut and she loves it when she hears us say it; we can see it in her slutty eyes.

I jerk my dick with my free hand and jerk the leash again, her head yanked back. She growls and grunts and the other six jerk their dicks faster in response. I yank the leash again, my own dick fully erect and ready to enter one of her holes. The other six will get their turns inside her, but they know I go first. I get behind her and rub my cock head on her clit. It’s already wet of course but I want it even wetter, so wet her cum drips off her pussy lips onto the floor so she can lick it up when we tell her to. I shove my dick inside her hungry wet hole, not more than halfway in, then pull out and jerk the leash. She shoves her ass toward my cock, visibly craving my dick back inside her. I just tease her clit again, making her growl and grunt louder, her animalistic sounds causing all of us to jerk our dicks harder.

“Ok, Slut,” I command, “fucking grab two cocks and suck the one in front of you.” She immediately obeys, even before I can finish the sentence, each of her hands jerking a cock and licking at the cock jutting near her face. “What a fucking dirty nasty cockslut whore,” I say to all the others as she sucks and slurps on the cock greedily and hungrily, moaning and growling, her tongue licking at the head when the dude pulls it out of her mouth. She knows not to speak her lust until I say.

I ram my cock in her cunt and spank her ass, hard, my handprint appearing on one cheek. She screams on the dick in her mouth and shoves her ass against me, obviously wanting another vicious spanking. I do so, my hand smacking the other cheek then back and forth until her ass is pink then red. She sucks the cock faster but then he pulls out and the ones in her hands pull away, all three replaced by the remaining cocks. Everyone will get their turn in her.

I motion to one dude, who knows to grab a large bottle of Smirnoff vodka nearby and pour it all over her, drenching her body with it. She jerks the new cocks and sucks at the replacement cock ravenously, the sight of her doing this drenched in vodka, the smell of her vodka-soaked flesh making us ravenous as well. Our bloodlust for her is visibly increased. I motion to all of them, and the sexual mayhem upon her ensues.

I pull out and let another dude fuck her ass while one more gets under her and shoves his dick in her cunt, DP-ing her into a frenzy, her mouth raped while the cocks in her hands get jerked faster, her fingers gripping the dicks tighter. I lick some vodka off her back and slap my dick on her face then bend over and tell her she is a fucking nasty ass slut and that we all want to hear her say it. The dude fucking her mouth pulls out and fists her hair as I yank at the collar around her sweaty neck. “Fucking say it, Slut!” the dude in front of her shouts, slapping her saliva-soaked mouth.

“I’M A FUCKING NASTY ASS FUCKING SLUT!! FUCKING FUCK MY ASS, FUCK MY PUSSY, FUCK MY FUCKING SLUT MOUTH YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCKS!!!”

Her voice is guttural, animalistic, filled with ravenous fury and rage and desperation. I shove her head toward the cock but the dude lets me take his place. She sucks my dick with a crazed derangement in her expression, the cocks fucking her other holes evidently making her insane with lust. I can tell by the look in her eyes she doesn’t have a sense of time and space, all the sex and vodka turning her into a female monster filled with cock lust. She’s a slut called Slut and we fuck her like the slut she is.


Slut eats my cock and I like it when she bites it, scraping her teeth on it as she bobs her head. Slut is our cock bitch and the collar she wears marks her as mine, shared with the other six for now. She loves being used and abused, loves sucking one cock after another, jerking two at once then being given two more as the cocks in her pussy and ass get switched out, everyone taking their turns in her over and over, not coming until we get Slut on her knees, that leash jerking her head, her face turned upward, all the cocks surrounding her face in bukakke, my cock behind her so I can jerk my cum on her back and ass first then join the others as all of us jerk our dicks and spray and spurt our cum (I have some left) all over her face and tongue, that tongue of hers a slut tongue and stuck out so far, eager for our semen, which dribbles off her mouth onto her tits in white globs, mixing with the vodka poured on her. She is Slut, she is the Slut we fuck, the Slut we own, the Slut that craves cum and cock. Slut.

Belial Cunt

"Why did you do it?"

"Because I can't have you."

"The fact that you posted them is why you can't have me."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't be trusted."

"But you have my heart."

"Vaginas have your heart, you pussy."

"Untie me, and I'll show you pussy."

"You already have. Now it's time for me to show you balls."

"Why are you unzipping my pants?"

"I told you, I'm showing you balls."

"What's that scalpel for?"

"I told you, I'm gonna show you balls."

"HOLY FUCK! YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

"That won't get me to stop."

"I SWEAR ON MY LIFE IF I GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU."

"See, your balls?"

"Fuck you. FUCK YOU."

"No way baby, you can't fuck anything anymore... well, I guess you could. Let me take care of that."

"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT CUNT. WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS CHAIR I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER FUCKING BORN."

"How original of you, darlin'. Unfortunately for you-"

"FUCKING FUCK YOU STUPID SLUT BITCH, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME."

"How do you like this gag? I'm tired of hearing you yell. Just shut up and take your punishment."

"Hor hosthin hicthures uff you?"

"Yes, 'Belial'. You child. I know I wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last if I wasn't doing this. Not every girl can laugh you off like I can. Your shitty childhood is no excuse for bringing that kind of pain on others. You perpetuate the shit in this world, and you must die. I just want the pleasure of removing what you hold most dear; remove what you think holds all your power. Stop squirming, you pussy. Oh, haha you do have a pussy now. Oh, are you crying? Oh is the big bad devil 'Belial' crying? Why are you crying, baby? Are you crying because I'm holding your dick in my hand? Are you crying because your nuts are on that table? Get over it. They're lost to you forever. I'm gonna fuck you now. I'm gonna insert this sword into your new vagina and fuck your organs until they're sliced thin enough to fall out of your pussy. How do you talk to girls when you fuck them? 'Oh, you like that girl? You like getting fucked, don't you, slut? Yeah, you like this big dick tearing up your insides, fucking don't you? Yeah you fucking slut, I can hear how much you like it when I fuck you. Take it, slut. Take my big throbbing dick in your pussy. You fucking love it.' Let me choke you too so it feels more genuine. 'Yeah, you fucking slut, you like being choked don't you? You like not being able to breathe while I tear up your fucking pussy, don't you? Yeah of course you do, I can hear you moaning for more, baby. You fucking little cunt. I own that cunt. I'm gonna rip your fucking cunt open so hard, you can't walk for days, you fucking little slut...' Oh shit, that didn't last very long, did it? What the fuck? I was just getting into it, you fuckin' pussy."

-Kiz

Kitty

“I didn’t steal your kitten. I never even knew you had one.”

“Fuck you, I know you did, I saw you outside the front door earlier and the fucking kitten was IN YOUR HAND.”

“No, that wasn’t me.”

“Well, then, who the fuck was it?”

“How would I know?”

“C’mon, just tell me. I won’t be mad. I love you.”

“Baby, I didn’t do it. You know I love you too.”

“Yeah, but I think you’re lying.”

“Let’s fuck.”

“No.”

“Please? Baby I don’t steal kittens, I don’t steal anything.”

“You don’t? You stole me.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Oh, I’ll fuck you alright.”

“Fuck.”

“You like that shit? Huh? You like my fucking cock in your slut cunt?”

“Mmmmmmmmm fuck yeah you fucking know I do, fuck me harder you motherfucker.”

“Grrrrrrrrr fuck.”

“Rape my fucking ass and tell me you fucking stole my kitten.”

“Goddamnit I didn’t steal it!”

“Fuck me! Rape the fuck outta me! Tell me!”

“Fucking nasty bitch I fucking didn’t do it! FUCK OH FUCKING GOD!”

“FUCKING CUM IN ME! TELL ME YOU FUCKING DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!”

“OK YEAH I FUCKING STOLE IT! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fucking give it me, baby, oh my fucking god I’m gonna…oh fuck!”

“Cum on my cock!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm OH MY GOD OH FUCK OH FUCK OH 

FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!”

“Fuck yeah baby fucking clench my fucking dick!”

“Oh my god I came so fucking hard, your cock feels so fucking good inside me, oh god.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too. Where’s my kitten?”

“In my garage.”

“She’s ok?”

“She’s fine.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, baby.”

“You better not be lying to me.”

“Baby I’m not lying.”

“You did before.”

“I’m sorry baby.”

“Yeah, you are. I had to make you fuck me to tell me the fucking truth. What does that say about you?”

“That you can get me to say anything if I fuck you.”

“Fucker. Why didn’t you just come out with it?”

“Duh.”

“Yeah all you wanna do is fuck me.”

“It’s just a kitten for fuck’s sake.”

“It’s my kitten. She is.”

“I know.”

“Why did you steal it?”

“Duh.”

“Well then maybe you should steal more of my shit.”

“Oh I will. Fucking count on it.”

Cemetery Silence

          I walk in between the headstones, looking for a specific name. The man following me seems to be getting bored now. I see the name I'm looking for but abruptly turn around. I look him in the eye, and smile at him as I slowly walk backwards. I feel the headstone behind me, and he walks closer, smiling right back. Both of us with dark thoughts in our dark heads. Oh how the cemetery won't be silent tonight. He puts his hand around my throat, just enough for me to feel it, and pushes my face so I can look up in his eyes while he stands against me. I feel the familiar lust; the familiar hunger. I pull myself up to sit on top of the headstone, and it brings me to the perfect height to feel the bulge in his jeans. His face moves closer to mine, just slow enough for me to know what he wants. I kiss him deeply, wanting everything all at once. But we discussed this. You help me do this thing and I will help you do that thing. I began biting his lip to show him I was getting a little impatient. I pushed against him, and he growled at me, so I pulled my mouth away slightly to growl back. His grip on my neck got tighter, and I purred. I grabbed his belt loops and pulled him into me more, and I got the feeling like he was playing with me. So I pulled my mouth away to tell him to just fuck me already and he began kissing my neck, leaving me no breath to command anything. My hands moved up his back, I began to scratch under his shirt. The more he teased me with his tongue, saliva, and teeth I scratched at him harder and harder, no doubt leaving marks. He bit me, and I was pulled out of my sadistic mood.

         “Bite me harder,” I tell him. He does, and it makes me giggle a little. He bites me again, harder, and I laugh a little louder. He continues biting me, and I continue laughing as my panties get soaked, sitting on a headstone in a cemetery. My short black skirt not even between my cunt and the rock. He slides his hands up my legs to my ass, and picks me up. Still kissing me, he drops to his knees, lays me down, and slides my wet, black boy shorts off. He pulls his pants down to his knees, and holds himself over me.

          “Just fucking do it already,” I goaded him. There was then the delicious pleasure mixed with pain while I felt him inside me and then immediately felt him hit my cervix. I gasped, and grabbed at his arms. I looked back up at him smiling down at me and he said “What? You'd have known if you sucked it.”

          “That wasn't part of our agreement,” I respond breathlessly as I feel him again. I squeeze his arms again, this time digging my nails into his flesh. I wanted him to be rougher with me. It had been too long since someone just took all of their rage out on me. My nails dug deeper, and blood began welling up around my incisions. He slid his left hand under my head and grabbed my hair, with enough force to pull it out if he wanted to. I let go of him for a moment, swimming in my pain. Then I realized that he had loosened his grip. I grabbed his arms in a different spot and began digging again. His hand still in my hair, I felt him squeezing his fist; each hair follicle straining to stay attached to my head. I didn't relent this time. I want him to feel the pain too much to continue. My hair rips out and I feel each strand snap under his pressure, as my pussy buckles under each thrust. My eyes roll so hard into the back of my head, my eye muscles hurt. My back arching as my body screams it's silent cry of an incomprehensible mixture of stimulus. He slows down, slackens his grasp on my hair, and I regain use of my consciousness. I begin digging in the dirt underneath my head and his hand. I found my shallowly buried pistol. Before he had a chance to notice what I pulled out, he had a pistol pointed between his eyes, with a smiley face sticker covering the barrel.

          He hadn't skipped a beat; he pulled my right leg over his shoulder, and began pushing into me harder. I never loosened my grip on the weapon but my body began responding as it had before. I became completely useless to defend myself, so consumed with what my body was feeling. Eventually, I hit a peak where the pain no longer hurt, and I came, screaming into the silence of the cemetery.

          I counted to 60 once my brain began functioning again from the jumbled state of screaming and breathlessness, before I pulled the trigger. It felt perfect; I had flexed every other muscle in my body up to this point. There was that moment of loud cracking, and fleeing animals in the trees. I continued to hold my hands up above me with the gun, and I watched him fall on me, and roll down my outstretched arms. His body fell on the ground in such a way that his dead eyes stared right at me. Mouth slightly open and blood oozing all over his face.

         I lay for a moment, letting my arms fall. I notice that there is a silence. The kind of silence that makes a man insane. I exhale deeply again, smiling. Not a single fucking thing making noise.

I smile and roll over. I lay on top of him and say

“My darling, wasn't that the perfect way to go? We both got what we wanted. I will never be able to recall a poor memory with you, and you are free.”

-Kiz