by Unknown
I grabbed the long list and steered to the nearest store. Enhancing the sound, I shook my
head with the increasing beats of song. I brought my car to halt as the traffic light was red. A
car stopped by me. It was a luxurious car with dark red colour. I was loving that. Abruptly,
the window rolled down and a man spitted the gum on the road. He was Billy. Honking the
horn, I also rolled down my window.
“Billy… Billy…” I shouted.
He stared at me and starting rolling the window up. I leapt forward and saw something
which shattered me to the bits. Stacy was accompanying him. I wasn’t able to believe what I
saw so I followed the car. They entered into an alleyway and exited the car. After conversing
for few seconds, they entered the car through rare doors. I left the car and tried to zoom
into the scene. She was Stacy, Giving him a blowjob.
“FUCK…” I shouted.
Their reflections in the rare mirror came to halt for few seconds and then continued.
Someone who’s junior to me betrayed me. Tears rolled down my eyes as I returned to the
car and smashed my head into the steering. I couldn’t imagine that. I rushed to the grocery
store, bought all the listed things, and made a call to her.
“Hello… Stacy?”
“Yes… babe?” she responded.
“Please meet me… I wanna have breakfast with you”
“Oh… Okay…”
I rushed back to the home and bottled my emotions. I tried to be calm so that Stacy couldn’t
get a clue about my knowledge of her betrayal. My phone buzzed and it was Stacy: “I’m out
there. Open the door”
I sighed and welcomed her, accompanying her to my room. She stood, swivelling her neck
around, and inspected the posters pasted on walls. She strolled towards my pictures.
“Is that you honey?” She queried.
“Yes… I was of fifteen then…” I answered, locking the door and enveloping her from her
back.
I rubbed my penis with her booty and she was stunned.
“Is this your breakfast” rubbing her hand on my tool, sniggering.
“Yeah…” I pulled her back and tied her hands.
“Why are you tying my hands babe?” she asked with a trace of worry on her face.
“I want to try… try some staged forced sex with you” I reacted, unsuiting her.
She pulled her skirts off and jumped on the bed, sprawling her legs over it. I tied her legs
with the wooden legs of my bed and her hands with the sphere like bed posts. Her four
limbs were tied. She was waiting for me to give her some pain. I stooped down and scooped
up the baseball bat which I used in my childhood.
“What’s that?... are you alright” Stacy asked, affrightedly and trying to untie her limbs but
she couldn’t do that.
I tiptoed to her and starting licking her pleasantly smelling pussy. Then I inserted the
baseball bat in that cunt.
“No baby… AAAH… No… that’s too hard” She shrieked and moaned.
“was billy’s dick soft?” I whimpered.
She was bewildered, dumbfound and I pushed it little bit more. She was wriggling with pain
but couldn’t answer.
“Please stop… Please... Listen to me…”
Regret rushed through her veins, for her betrayal.
“Do you feel this pain? This was the pain I felt when I saw you” I shouted and left the room,
locked. Her groans couldn’t diffuse through the whole home.
Chapter 6: Inhuman
It was a pleasant night but my mood wasn’t. Initiation of my day was very bad as I caught
Stacy betraying me. I reached the hospital and a nurse at reception briefed me about a
surgery which I needed to perform.
“Her name is Maggie and she was directed by Mr. Ted to have a surgery, for removal of
stone from gall bladder, today. As you know, he’s not here anymore so you need to do it by
11PM”
“Okay” I replied and rushed to my room, placed my peripherals there and left the room for
surgery.
“You ready sir” Billy interrogated.
“Give her the anaesthesia…” I directed, pulling my gloves.
Switching the room’s light off, I tiptoed to the stretcher and checked the patient if she was
ready to have the operation. Suddenly, the bell ran for the change of staff at 12PM. I
directed the nurses to leave and send new personnel within an hour.
“Stacy’s not here?” Billy asked.
“You got blowjob early in the morning, I didn’t…” I retorted.
“You know that?” billy interrogated.
“Shut the FUCK UP and leave. Be there in 45 minutes and let the anaesthesia act on her” I
shouted.
Maggie moved her face and legs inexorably. I tiptoed to her and whispered: “You’ll be
alright”. As I stooped down to say this, her cleavage awakened my lust. I tried to bottle
down my thoughts but failed and locked the door. I switched on some lights and removed
her sky blue apparel. Her tempting thighs and erected nipples boosted the blood in my
veins. I opened her legs and fucked her hardly.
“Please No...” she pleaded with a breaking voice as anaesthesia was acting on her. She
opened her eyes, trying to see me but she wasn’t able due to unnerving by drugs.
Her cunt was dried up like a dry grass and my dick got a cut on it. Her pussy started bleeding
and I tried to stop it before Billy arrived with the staff. It was the time for arrival of the staff
so I unlocked the door and waited for them.
Surgery was done successfully and paramedics moved her to the resting room where she
was supposed to be for 3 days. I was curious if she had seen me while doing that to her. I
felt the guilt for looting her respect while she was under my care.
Three days passed and she stood on her legs without any pain felt. I went to examine her
and she starred at me again and again. Her eyes gave me the clue that she knew that it was
me. I directed her about the usage of medicine to cure the stitches rapidly and suggested to
pay me a visit after a week. Her seriousness drained the shit out of me because it could lead
to a legal prosecution.
After a week, she came to the hospital and asked for me. I sent a nurse to the reception to keep
an eye and don’t let her talk to the receptionist who escorted her to my office. She knocked
the door and entered the room.
“Hi miss Maggie… So how’re you feeling?” I greeted her and interrogated, trying to hide my
guilt.
She was glaring me with too much attention and she tried to inspect my behaviour.
“Okay… Much better than before, I think you should prolong the medication because pain is
still there”
“Mmm Hmmm…” I replied, formulating another prescription.
She grabbed the prescription and observed my every nervous movement. She was trying to
detect me. Exiting the room, she scooted to the receptionist.
“Hey… I was operated here last week, exactly 7 days ago… I was curious if I can have video
of my surgery” Maggie questioned.
“No ma’am, you need to ask head of dept. Mr Mart”
“Okay” she replied.
I received a call by the receptionist and she intimated me about her desire to get that video.
This indicated that she was now having doubt on me. I disconnected the call, unhanging my
coat and rushing out of the room.
“Where sir?” Billy asked as I stormed out of the room.
“Nowhere… Just control the dept. I will be back…” I shouted, running towards the elevator...
I pressed its button and the door stretched open. “Parking 1… Parking 1… Parking 1…” I
whispered continuously. The door opened as the elevator reached P1. Dashing towards the
rows of car and hiding between them, I tried to find her out. She was unlocking the car,
jangling the keys. I tiptoed towards her. She opened the door and slumped onto the seat. As
soon as she closed the door, I opened the rare door and sat on the seat.
“Who… Who are you??” She asked with a quaking voice.
“Drive the car out of this parking without making any noise” I commanded, changing my
voice so that she cannot identify me.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing. Just drive to street 331, house 21”
She swivelled the keys to ignite the engine and started driving. I ejected the knife from my
pocket and pinched it with her neck. She tried to get a look at me but I was hiding my face at
the back of seat. She drove to the stated adsuit and I commanded her to give me the keys
of car. She turned the engine off and gave the keys to me. I pinched the knife little bit more
and asked her to get out from the car. She did. Then I forced her to knock the door but there
was no response. I examined my pockets and found the keys of door, commanding her to
open it. She opened it and I pushed her towards my room.
“Hey hon. you home?” My mother’s fading voice, from her room, reached my ears.
“Yes maa…”
“Upstairs” I whispered, directing her.
I opened the door of my room and pushed her inwards with a great force. She was
bewildered to see Stacy tied up...
“Doc mart… I knew it was you who fucked me when I was unconscious” she shouted and
tried to get out of the room.
I resisted her and told both of them not to shout or shriek and if they did, I menaced them
that I would kill them.
I tied Maggie’s hands and legs. Scissoring her clothes, I touched her fluffy parts. She sobbed
and lamented but I only heard the voice of lust. I went downstairs and brought some
eatables from fridge and fed Stacy, forcefully. Then I opened my drawer and got the hand
cuffs. Hammering the nails to install the hand cuffs, I tried to minimise the noise.
“What are doing??” My mother asked.
“Nothing just hammering a nail for hanging a picture…”
“Okay”
Putting their hands in the cuffs, I made them leaning to the wall with their faces towards the
wall. Stacy’s ass was still best one and I started licking her that stinky yet tasty arsehole.
Then I fucked her into her ass and she moaned with every stroke. 2 ladies leaning, naked, with a wall. What a sizzling and tempting scene that was. Maggie kept on sobbing and her
eyes went red due to continuous weeping. I untied her hands and made her lie on the bed.
He boobs were heavier, perkier and larger than Stacy’s. Stacy stood with her hands tied
hapless, trying to beg pardon for betrayal.
I picked up the baseball bat and inserted that in Maggie’s ass. She moaned loudly.
“Don’t do this… I will forget what happened there in surgery room, please pardon me….”
She said, crying and yelling for help.
Blood started gushing out of her ass and I cleansed it, applying some drugs. Her boobs were
like saucers of milk and I sucked them. What a pleasure that was. Then I untied Stacy and
forced both of them to suck each other’s. They cried and sucked each other then I got a
blow job by Stacy.
Days passed and I spent all the time with my sex dolls. Stacy was used to of being fucked in
every hole and she used to do all what I needed by herself but Maggie was still
uncomfortable. I made them squirt, moan and sign and even sometimes carve for more sex.
I used to wax them with my semen. Maggie’s boobs were pillow for me and Stacy was
warmth provider.
Chapter 7: Remorse
Haggard, I reached home and entered in.
“I’m here” I shrieked.
“Who’s she?” My mother asked while chopping the carrots.
I was bewildered at her question and stood dumbfound. I rushed upstairs and unlocked the
room. Both of them were there, busy in fingering each other’s. I took the hammer with me,
throwing the cell phone on the table and moving down stairs.
“I asked something? Who’s she? There’s nothing in this home except moans and smell of
semen” she asked again with a serious mood prevailing over her.
I tiptoed towards her and stroke the hammer in the head. She fell on the ground with blood
gushing out of her wound. Maggie picked up my phone, making a call to police. I stood
there, watching the blood flowing out of her head. The chopped carrots were stained with
blood. I was having nothing in my mind. I killed her. Maggie jumped out from the window
after making the call and I slumped onto the floor, thinking of what I did.
Suddenly, sirens of police mobiles wailed over the area and cops busted into the home.
They arrested me with the evidences and Maggie was found dead with wounds due to fetish
sex. Stacy reported all what happened to her.
I was insensitive due to the lust of sex. A monster due to my bad intentions and
neglected everyone including those sexy ladies. Thousands of questions burnt in my head but I remained inhuman in the love of fetish sex. And most importantly, the
lust of fetish, mature, sex forced me to kill my mother. I could not even feel anything now,
not even the shame but still tears well up in my eyes.
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The investigator shook me.
“Hey you lost somewhere? You know what you got AIDS by fucking Maggie. She’s having
aids. You will die by your own” he shouted.
I flickered my eyes and tears flooded my red eyes.
3 lives wasted because of my bad choices in life
WEREWOLF HERO
Part 1- The move towards Harborbooth
My name is Daniel Alton. I know, that's not much of a name, not one for a heroic person really I guess. I guess even so by definition I'm not a heroic person at all either. In fact, I'm probably the last person anyone would expect to be a heroic person. To be honest, I never expected to do anything heroic in my life, not anything on this caliber anyways. I'm a typical American boy, all things considered. I'm 19 years old, and I'm a little on the average side, standing at around 5 foot, 10 inches tall, but a bit on the skinny side. Not "extremely fit" skinny either. Just a skinny guy, who's never gained any weight, who's tried in high school cause he wanted to play sports, but never could no matter what I did. A little bit different from my best friend at the time, Devon who was fat and couldn't lose weight. I got about medium length brown hair that I like to keep combed back, and thick rimmed glasses, partly due to some sight problems that I have. All in all, I'd have to say I'm average in every way. Who knew though, that after tragedy in my life that things would change so much, and change my perception of the world all around me. Dealing with supernatural elements, such as ghosts, vampires, and of course werewolves. I mean, why not werewolves right?
I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself I think, so I'll start at the beginning of my story so that way those of you reading this can follow along with whats going on. Don't want to lose you after all.
It all started several months ago when I first came to Harborbooth, in upper Maine. When I first r
ode into town, the weather was really dark, and also really gloomy. A sort of reflection on me at the time, as well as my Dad, Timothy Alton. We rode in on a moving truck, my Uncle Richard having driven ahead of us at the time with my Dads car, and for the last, thousand or so miles we really hadn't spoken a word to each other. Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad, that's the reason at 19 years old I decided to come live with him, because he needed me, but it was on the occasion why we didn't speak. None of us just felt we really could say anything to one another. That was alright, with the silence between us, it allowed me to focus on the pattering of the rain on the windshield as I just sort of sat there, thinking about what it was that changed. You see, my Mother several months before was murdered, in cold blood. Her murderer hadn't known her, but we lived in a part of a neighborhood that was less than influential. It wasn't a ghetto, but it wasn't a suburb either. It was just rows and rows of homes on the Northern side, and it was still away from where a majority of the gang violence was located. We thought we were safe, being just an average white family, in an average neighborhood with other average people of all races and denominations. We weren't a tight knit community, but we knew each other and we made the best we could with our lives looking out for everyone, even if sometimes people got to be a little busy body. All in all, average, in every way.
What changed though was my Mother worked as a hair dresser, and a lot of times she worked as a freelancer hairdresser, taking on clients in her free time to bring in some extra income just so we could all eat well sometimes, more than just typical "burgers and hamburger helper.". Sometimes we'd get steak, sometimes really good ice cream, just that sort of stuff. Well, she found herself working on a woman somewhere on the North West side of town, a little ways out of Chicago proper, but still close enough to be in Chicago, and found herself in a trailer park like place. A little lower scale, but a client was a client, and she wanted to look nice for a job interview she was having. She paid my mother good money, and on her way out, some neighbors of the lady were having an argument. Well, three drunk people ended up having a fist fight, and were biker like people from some local motorcycle gang, I really can't tell you which one. Words were shared, guns were pulled, and those three being drunk they shot wildly at anyone who was in the area who could report the fight to the police, or even sneak up n them in an ambush. It just so happened my Mother got caught in the cross fire, and was struck. She died, on the way to the hospital I was told. The gang members that were part of the Biker gang pleaded no contest after being arrested, and I guess are currently sitting in jail for life. I don't really keep up with it, I let my Dad focus on that.