“Oh God No!”
The screams filled the woods as one of the others was shot down. The bullet pierced his upper shoulder and he was instantly out. Her henchmen picked him up by his limbs adorned with hooves the perfect stag for her winter solstice sacrifice. Tonight was not a night for one, but many deaths. She enjoyed each galloping impact of her steed, riding her pussy wet, swollen and aching for the stag she would take to her dungeon tonight for her own personal alter. The dogs howled loudly barking in the direction that Joseph found himself. His heart racing, he ran swiftly into the wilderness.
Recalling every survival tactic he knew to outsmart this sick twisted bitch. His face still dripping from a recent forced operation his head throbbed from the drugs that coursed through his veins. His long muscular body perfectly sculpted able to endure all that she had to inflict and so much more began to falter. His body twitched from the cold, his heart burned in his chest barely able to breathe from the slicing air. His fingertips red and purple were barely felt along with the rest of his body. He felt her, he could sense she was gaining on him yet he refused to surrender, refused to not go down without the fight of his life.
He knew that water was the only way to detract scent, but without getting warm soon he’d surely die. He knew if she caught him that prolonged torture and death was soon to follow, that it was his only destiny, so he gambled. Russian roulette style to outwit this demented debauchee. He quickly and painfully submerged himself into water; this was extremely difficult with the water so cold that all he wanted to do was scream but he couldn’t make a sound, utter a word, without her soon closing in on him. As he submerged he could hear the yells and screams grow less and less, fainter and softer until there were only one or two voices left. He knew she found them all, the other men that were captured outside her private estate. Broken down car, hitchhiker, and wrong place at the wrong time. They all found themselves in her grips, he forced himself knowing he’d soon be a mutilated corpse if he didn’t try.
Fully submerged he leapt out of the water and began forcing himself up a nearby tree having fashioned numerous traps from earlier punishments out here of exposure and isolation. He knew that someday he would lead her here, and take advantage when she thought she knew every square inch of this huge fortress. He longed for this moment after many months of being jailed below in the estates dungeon cells, along with the others he wanted his revenge.
His time soon approached when he heard her horse galloping faster and faster. Closer and closer. He heard no more voices, he knew that she was looking for him. He knew that he was the only one that she hadn’t caught, this infuriated and aroused her to no end. She was used to hearing the reports from her henchmen about Joseph, about his intelligent trickery, his clever charm that seduced men to speak intimately with him forgetting his status as a prisoner to dealing with three of her men killed brutally broken in pieces. They were found screaming and bleeding with only his bare bloody hands and a devious smile letting them know that nobody else was to blame.
“Tell that bitch I’m going to kill her with my bare hands!”
He’d scream at the other officers as they had to isolate him, enclosing him in a mummification straight jacket to prevent him from killing more. The others knew that Joseph would be the one to escape; they all knew they didn’t have a chance. He trained them in secret and she later found out, knowing he was dangerous but aching for the thrill of the kill. As this moment approached she foolishly fell into his trap and he was more than glad to placate his revenge. He leapt from the tree, pulling a cord he’d fashioned from dried wood fibers that he slowly gathered over what seemed like years of growth, from when he was out here for punishment. Instantly her horse was tangled and snagged both front legs launching her to the ground the impact was hard he heard her whimpered curse and for the first time he saw the woman that kept him prisoner against his will for the past year.
He was shocked and mortified to see this vixen with pale translucent flesh, and piercing green blue eyes that swirled together in a hypnotic myriad of colors. So beautiful she was that he forgot for a moment all that she had done to him from afar. Her bounty of red curls spilled over her large, full, pale breasts adorned with bluish veins that pulsed and raced when she met his eyes for the first time. Instantly the fear set in knowing her gun had been flung two yards away and that he could kill her instantly. His eyes met hers and soon they filled with fire an anger that no hell could create, and inferno of hatred for this cunt that kept him caged like a beast with no explanation. He leaped at her with every ounce of strength he had left reaching for her thighs tearing at them like a wild beast. As she reached into her laced up knee high boot to pull out a hunting dagger, her anger matched his own and he now realized that this would be an equal fight to the death.
His body shaking as hypothermia set in, his lips blue and purple his muscles begin to tremble as she fought for her footing.
“You stupid whore. Why the fuck did you keep me locked up here?!’
He climbed up her torso and straddled her waist, her corseted breasts rampantly rising and falling as her breath grew heavier and faster in his near death fury. He realized it had been so long since he was inside a beautiful woman far too long. His body betrayed him and his cock began to rise. Moaning aloud he didn’t care in that moment she looked, felt and smelled so divine her heavy thick black fur coat wrapped around her. He was mesmerized by this beautiful sadist. This woman of torture that physically altered his body and hunted him down like a wild beast. He was a dark creature and for a moment his primal instincts were the only focus. He leaned in close gripping her body, her red satin buttoned corset molded so tightly to her body that he could see her heart beating fast underneath. Burying his face into her chest and neck and smelling her perfumed skin and her fragrant locks. She moaned feeling his grip tighten and his cock bulging as hard as stone, aching… to cum.
Without warning she slammed him hard across the chest and shoulder and pinned him to the ground, taking her dagger and slicing his thigh he backhanded her hard against the face. He leaped to retrieve the dagger, she leaned back in the snow and planted her boot into his stomach and forced him down to the ground. Angry as hell he tried to fight but his body trembling it was useless, he knew he was going to die soon but still he refused to surrender. As she picked up the dagger his blood stained the fresh white snow, she licked it off from base to tip relishing in the heavy iron taste of a man’s elixir. She approached him with a devious smile on her face and as she went to pin him down. He was ready for her; kicking her hard in the torso she yelped and tears of pain streamed down her face. His cock grew bigger and it was torture that he was not deep inside her warm flesh, already making her pay for her torment.
He crawled on top of her with the last strength he had and pinned her down. Straddling her each movement felt like an eternity. Each moment, each second a lifetime of agony. The cold had penetrated deep inside him yet he could feel the warm blood flooding his hard cock,
“You killed three of my men, you bastard. What am I to do with you?!’
He restrained her wrists behind her head,
“I don’t think you’re in any position to bargain right now.”
The yells of her men filled the forests behind them at least a quarter of a mile away was her only help in the world and yet she still smiled and laughed wickedly in his face.
“If you really want to kill me sexy boy then do it. You have your dagger and there’s another strapped on my inner thigh.”
With a confused look on his face but one of intrigue he gripped tighter and she began to smile, “Mmm yes. That’s right, do your worst.”
He reached for the dagger and her breath hastened while her pulse quickened.
“Mmm Yes I love it when the pulse quickens before a kill.”
He smiled and met her gaze with a lustful breath. He dragged the tip of the blade from the back of her ear down to her neck a
nd chest. A faint line appeared and droplets of blood trickled from her pale white flesh. Kissing her neck and ravaging her with deep bites her moans of ecstasy grew stronger from beneath his grasp. He took the knife and slowly cut each of the five buttons down the center of her corset from breasts to stomach. Kissing and biting her he felt the warmth from her loins, knowing that she would soon bring him back to life. The final button was cut to reveal two large soft, warm breasts with beautiful pink areolas and pert pink nipples hard as tiny pebbles.
His cock dripping pre-cum all over Mistress Bella’s lower abdomen.
“Ooo you are a very naughty boy, you’re lucky you’re on top at the moment or I’d surely punish you for that.”
With a wicked smile of mischievousness she felt her riding pants being cut away, her arms released she could have reached over at any time and killed him with yet another dagger he hadn’t found hidden above her round luscious ass.
“Well you’re not on the top are you?”
He continued to cut her pants off to reveal the dagger she had mentioned earlier, he kissed her thighs and dragged his teeth to the knife and removed both knife and harness. Spreading her thighs he felt the warmth, he smelled her sweet scent and buried his face into her. Moans and soft muffled vulgarities were whispered to him. She was so horny, she hadn’t felt a man in a very long time. She usually killed the ones she used and kept their bones for personal tokens. But with Joseph it would be different.
He sliced her underwear and they fell away to reveal a beautiful white pussy, with soft pink lips. Swollen like a ripe fresh piece of fruit, she gripped his hair,
“Uhh, Ohh I need you….I want you inside me.”
Worshipping her pussy with his tongue and lips kissing it, teasing it and watching her head dig back into the snow her breath so heavy and fast that is looked like a cloud of smoke was escaping her lips. Her body contorting and shuddering with each change in sensation gripping his hair and digging her nails into his shoulders;
“Oh God Yes! Joseph, Mmmm Yes!”
She pulled him close to her body and plunged his cock deep inside her, gripping his hips she fucked him from the bottom fast and hard, furiously hearing his moans as he looked deep into her eyes. Watching her inching her way closer and closer, without warning she slammed him on his back and threw his arms above his head, pulling out the hidden dagger. What she had behind her back was now pressed into his throat. She gripped his chest:
“Put your hands on my hips….Now! Or I’ll slit your throat!”
He smiled wickedly and obeyed her commands, watching her breasts heaving as she ran her fingers through her hair and fucked his rock hard cock in circles. She furiously fucked him harder and faster her moans were met with his and he gripped hard onto her hips fucking her as roughly as he could. His strong arms furiously moving faster and faster, faster and faster. Deep inside her warm body, her flesh warmed him to the core, in this icy chill of frostbitten air. Biting his body less and less as their body heat increased into an explosive inferno of pleasure and pain. She took him deep inside her filling her completely fucking him hard as their bodies clenched together they looked deeply into each other’s eyes knowing that they were both about to meet their climax.
“Beautiful Goddess,” Joseph panted and moaned, “Please I beg of you let me cum!” With a wicked smile on her face Mistress Bella replied, “Cum inside me Joseph, cum inside me now!”
With a deep kiss he gripped her close and they both moaned into each other as they met their mutual release. Squirting all over his cock, gripping his body close and feeling his hands in her hair ravaging her neck biting her chest, “Ohhh Fuck! Yes!” she continued “Oh God Yes!”
She reached for the dagger and sliced his arm and chest he fell back into her coat completely spent. Drained to near death she licked his arm and chest and every drop of blood off of her dagger.
“Mmm Joseph I have so many wonderful things to show you.” Mistress Bella lied on his chest pale legs wrapped around his strong thighs, red painted toes curled from such an explosive orgasm:
“You will enjoy being my slave Joseph and every moment of your existence will be worshipping and serving…Me.”
With a wicked smile she closed her eyes knowing her men would find them soon. Licking the blood from his new body modification.
“What a good fuck toy my big stag is. What a good little cumslut you are for Mistress Bella.” He smiled and shut his eyes whispering her name, “Mistress Bella,” knowing that this was a world he never wanted to escape.
A Sick Scene
Written by Master Darkeel
Chapter 1: Awakening
The moon was slung low in the night sky. Hidden almost completely by the dark luminous clouds. The sounds of the city rang from a distance, but to one young woman, the world was as empty as the chambers of a dead man’s heart. As she woke from unconsciousness her head swam. She remembered sitting in the park working on her novel when everything went black. She had been drugged and now found herself bound to a chair in an empty room.
The room was dark, and appeared to be made of brick. A single window hung high on the wall across from her allowing just enough light to see the outline of a man in the doorway to her right. She could see nothing of the man except his figure, which was tall and muscular, and his eyes. Never before had she seen eyes like those. An emerald green, almost glowing.
“I see you have finally awoken my dear.” The man said, his voice sounding foreign.
“I have been waiting for the chance when we would meet face to face.”
“W-w-where am I?” Her voice squeaked out from behind her chattering teeth.
“Shhhh. My darling, do not ruin this by trying to ask questions.
Questions lead to answers, answers lead to understanding and understanding leads to courage.” He cocked his head to look at her. “And you need to be as frightened as possible for this. It makes your blood pump harder.” His eyes fixed on hers. “After all, you wanted this did you not?”
“I want to go home.” Her voice almost nonexistent.
“Ahh, but you are home my dear.” He stepped forward into the dim light of the window. He was a handsome man, tall, lean, with long flowing black hair hanging into his face on the sides. To her he looked almost like Johnny Depp, but a little older. One thing about his appearance she could not miss was his teeth. He had a two inch long fang on either side of his mouth. He smiled proudly displaying them for her.
“I suppose it is only fair to tell you who I am, seeing as you will be part of me forever. I am Arturo, the master vampire.” As he leaned in she could smell the iron on his breath. “And you are to be my love.” He gently brushed her cheek with his hand.
“No! I want to go home! Please.” She cried.
“Stop your crying you little bitch!” He shouted, pulling her over by her hair. Her chair fell sideways pinning her left arm under her. Her head hit the ground causing her to lose consciousness once again.
Her eyes flickered open. She had been out for a while but still remembered where she was. She tried to pull free of her bonds but was unable. The leather strap was too tight. She rolled her throbbing head to the side at the sound of footsteps behind her. She was not able to see him but she felt him near.
“Ahhh, you are up again.” He said, sitting her upright in her chair. “Oh, oh my. It seems you have hurt yourself.” He ran his hand along her face and she could feel the crust from the dried blood on her cheek. “What a shame.” Arturo leaned in licking the dried blood from her face.
“Mmmmm, you taste sweet my child.” He leaned back and smiled. “Pure.” His smile grew larger, his white fangs almost hypnotizing. “A virgin.”
“Are you going to bite me?” She asked, fearing for her life.
“And then some. You think that nonsense on television is real? You think we just bite you? Sorry my sweet, it is much more fun than
that!”
He reached out and set his hand on her chest. She could feel his strong fingers gripping her shirt. He closed his hand and pulled. Her shirt tore free effortlessly showing her black lace bra. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum. As his hand returned to her chest he could feel her tense up.
“What’s the matter? Not in the mood? How about a little music to help you get into it.” With a wave of his hand she could hear the sound of a radio in the other room.
~You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you.~
The music rang in her ears. His hand slid under her bra. His strong fingers squeezing her breast. He pulled her bra down below her breasts. Her nipples hardened as he worked them with his sharp fingernails. Flicking them back and forth they began to turn purple. He knelt at the foot of the chair placing his face into her cleaving.
She could feel his sharp teeth on her porcelain skin. He bit gently at her nipples flicking them with his tongue. He would blow across them making them swell. His hands slid up her thighs, rubbing against her warm crotch. She looked down into his emerald eyes as he tore away her jeans. His eyes showed centuries of pain and anguish. She was trapped in them as he rubbed her clit with his cold hand. She began to moisten at his touch.
He stood up in front of her; her chest heaving, her breath gasping. He cut the buttons from his black satin shirt with his razor like fingernail. As he dropped his shirt to the ground she was amazed at the artwork displayed. Across his solid abdomen was an upside down cross circled by a serpent, in the serpents mouth he held the earth. A tattoo of the sun graced his right pectoral and the moon his left, and above his heart was a tattoo of a shield. He stepped forward, reaching behind her and undoing the leather bond.
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