A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen

by Bella BloodLust

  “You will behave, or I will pull your insides out and feed them to you. Understand?” He asked holding the leather strap in front of her.

  “Yes.” She answered.

  “Excellent.” He slid his razor sharp nail over his wrist spurting blood in small streams. He soaked the leather strap with his blood. She waited eagerly as he gagged her with it, tying it tight so she would be forced to taste it. Her teeth bit down into the strap and lines of blood streaked down her chin.

  “Is that a smile?” He asked. She reached and put her hands on his belt pulling him towards her. Her fingers brushed across the front of his pants awakening what lies inside. She pulled his belt off with her right hand as she ran her left up his stomach to his chest. His muscles were rock solid almost like granite. Once she had his belt off, she reached into his pants and pulled free his massive cock. Hard it was every bit of eleven inches. She stroked it now with one hand, and rubbed his testicles through his leather pants with the other. She yanked down on his pants and he stepped out of them. She pulled him to her and placed his cock between her large tits. Pushing hard into them he looked into her wanting eyes. She bit down hard on her gag; squeezing blood out onto her chest. Her hands rubbed slowly as she lathered her tits and his cock with his blood. Once it was rubbed in, she reached back slowly and untied the strap. As it fell from her mouth she almost instantly missed the taste.

  Arturo grabbed her by the hair hard.

  “You will learn to crave me!” He shoved his stiff dick hard into her open mouth. She wrapped her lips around his giant poll. She tilted her head back allowing his bloody cock to enter her throat. With every gag she took him deeper until his balls rested on her chin. She lightly flicked at his sack with her tongue; he pulled out little by little just to slide back in. She slowly pulled her head back and removed him from her mouth to breath.

  “You go until I tell you to stop whore!” He yelled smacking her across her face hard enough to make her fall onto her side. “Get up!” He pulled her up onto her feet. “I will show you what it means to take me in!” He turned her around and held himself against her back.

  “Lift up your hair.” He ordered. She did. He smells the base of her neck. “You will beg me.” She can feel his cock between her cheeks. “You will beg me to fuck you!”

  “Please.”

  “Louder”

  “Please!”

  “Louder!”

  “PLEASE!”

  “Good.” He bends her at the waist. Rubbing her clit she begins to quake. He rubs her pussy juices on his cock and slides in towards her tight asshole.

  “Fuck me!” She screams, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her. Her ass stretches to accommodate his huge tool. She feels her insides move as he pounds her ass, his balls bouncing off her pussy lips. He wraps the leather strap around her neck and uses it to pull himself deeper into her. Her moans fill the room. Soon pain turns to pleasure and she screams.

  “Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder, master!” She screams as he bangs against her. He pulls the strap off her neck and folds it in half. He begins to spank her bare ass with it, welting her perfect skin. She feels him inside of her, pulsing. She pulls hard and spins around to face his cock.

  “I want to make you cum!” She grabs his dick with one hand and his balls with the other. She moves her hand quickly up and down his shaft shooting his goo into her mouth.

  “Mmmmmmm” She moaned.

  “Now it is your turn.” He said laying her on her back. With her legs spread he begins to tongue her soft lips. Moving in circles and in and out; it was as if his tongue was possessed. Her body bucked hard as she shoved her clit into his mouth. She screamed as she began to orgasm. He kissed along her inner thigh until he sank his fangs deep into her artery. She came hard! As he drained her she smiled.

  “You are now one with me.” He said, grinning through the blood that filled his face. Then he kissed her sharing the virgin blood with her.

  Part 2: Tribute

  Hunger awoke the young girl. Hunger not as any man had ever felt. No this was the hunger of a beast. Jess had been bound again. Her hands tied to a steel ring in the floor. The chain that bound her was eight feet long and allowed her to move around the entire cell she had been placed in. The walls were black with centuries of dried blood. Scratch marks adorned the walls, presumably from the fingers of unsuspecting guests.

  Jess stood. The weight of her shackles forcing her to slouch. She leaned against the wrought iron door and placed hear head against the bars.

  “Master! Master I am hungry!” Her cries echoed down the dark corridor. No answer came. “Master, can anyone hear me?” again the echo met no reply. Her stomach ached and her head pounded. She craved blood, and even more she craved torture. She could feel darkness growing in her as a child grows in a new mother. Hours past.

  “You have been reborn.” Arturo’s voice came from the darkness. “You are his child now.”

  “Yes master! I serve only you.” Jess agreed.

  “You must learn girl that you only reply when prompted.” The cell door swung open without him touching it. “Stand.”

  She stood. Her face looking pale. He circled her, observing her now frail look. “You look as though you are starving.” He said. She did not reply. “Good. You are learning. And you will feed. You will pay tribute to the Great One by feeding on him. He is our master, master of all, and you will share in him.” He grinned that awful, beautiful grin. “Understand?”

  “Yes master.” She said, the hunger gripping her.

  “No. I am no longer your master. You will answer only to Darkeel. He is your master now. Take him, bite him, feed from him, and serve him.” He squeezed her breast. Leaning, he whispered into her ear. “Be careful. He can be a little rough.”

  With that he left the cell. Few moments had past when the doorway was filled with another form.

  “The virgin cunt.” The voice sent chills into her body. The pain from the hunger was maddening, and his voice only served to make it worse. “Do you know who I am?” he entered.

  “No.” She said, not wanting to look directly at him. His open hand struck the side of her face sending her flying into the corner of the room. Her chain reached the end and she jolted to a stop. “You only respond when called whore! Understand whore!”

  “Yes master, please feed me.” She begged while raising her eyes to see him. He stood six feet six inches tall, his muscular body rippled under his loose satin shirt. His cropped blonde hair and chiseled facial features gave him the look of a pretty boy, but she believed different. His menacing blue eyes pierced the darkness, almost glowing. “Do you wish to live for eternity as my pet whore?”

  “Yes master. I want nothing more.” She said getting up on her knees. Her face burned from his slap, she ached to be tortured.

  “Then if proven worthy you will.” He said turning his back to her.

  “No master, please don’t leave me!” She pleaded. He spun quickly planting his large black boot into her gut. She buckled over her arms extending as she was thrown back and yanked by the chain at the same time. She shrieked in pain. His large hand wrapped around her neck lifting her effortlessly into the air. She was unable to breath.

  “I told you not to speak unless I called you whore! Did you not understand that?!” He looked her in the eyes. She did not respond. “Good.” He threw her to the ground. “I will return when I think you are ready.” He left the cell, leaving the door open.

  After hours of waiting he returned. He was carrying a body.

  “You will feed first on this.” He put the body down. It was a young Asian girl, maybe eighteen years old. The girl was gagged with a white rag and her hands and feet were bound with cords. “Wait until she wakes then feed. Understand whore?”

  “Yes master. Very well, thank you.” She smiled, fangs had slowly begun to form in her mouth. They were still ver
y small but very sharp. This would make for a messy feeding.

  “Good.” He left the cell again, closing the door behind him.

  Not long passed before the young girl began to stir. Jess jumped to her feet prepared to pounce. The girl jerked at the sound of the chain sliding across the floor.

  “Who’s there?” She said her lips quivering.

  “Shhhhhh, relax. This will only hurt for a minute.” Jess said drawing herself towards her prey.

  “Who are you? What do you want? Where am I?” The girl was panicking. Jess could smell the endorphin level rise in the girl’s body, the hunger grew.

  “I am your release.” Jess pulled the girl towards her. She pulled away at first then settled in almost accepting her fate. “I will set you free from mortality.” Jess said as she poised to take the first bite.

  “No!” Darkeels booming voice echoed hard off the walls startling both hunter and prey. “Give her a proper kill, she deserves at least that.”

  Jess looked at the girl. “What is your name girly?”

  “What? Why?” The girl looked afraid.

  “I want you to tell my master your name.” Jess slid her hand up the girl’s thigh.

  “Ann.” She replied as she tried to pull away.

  “Ann huh? Well Ann I am Jess, and we are about to be very, very friendly.”

  “What do you mean?” Ann asked. Jess did not answer. She slid her fingers under Ann’s skirt rubbing gently on her soft cotton panties. Ann let out a soft moan as her body went limp, giving herself completely to Jess.

  “Is this what you want master?” Jess asked looking up at Darkeel. “Does this make you happy?”

  He nodded rolling his fingers in a gesture to continue. Jess pulled Ann’s skirt and panties off. She began to lick up her thigh to her nicely trimmed patch. Her tongue worked carefully around Ann’s hole, rubbing her pussy between her lips, sucking gently. Ann pushed against Jess’s face trying to grind her deeper into her eager hole. Jess slid two fingers into her tight cunt sending waves of heat up Ann’s back.

  She moaned harder this time. Jess fingered her quickly as she slid up her chest biting the buttons from her white shirt. Her large breasts fell freely once the shirt was opened. Jess bit softly at Ann’s small brown areolas, flicking them gently with her tongue. Ann began to move in sync with Jess as she added a third finger. A small trickle of blood began to drip from Ann’s bare breast. Jess sucked pulling as much of the sweet nectar as she could from the small wound. Ann arched coming to climax. Jess quickly moved to the neck striking the artery at the moment of orgasm. Ann screamed in pain then again in bliss. Jess continued to rub Ann’s clit as she drank. Soon Ann closed her eyes. Jess turned towards her master.

  “Was that to your liking master?” Her eyes eager for approval.

  “Yes, it was good.” He smiled showing his pearl white fangs.

  “I am here to please you master.” She smiled through her blood soaked face. He stepped forward and knelt to meet her face to face.

  “Let me taste her on you.” He ordered. She leaned in and kissed him. She could feel him puling the blood from her mouth as his fangs grew longer. His kiss was like eternity. She felt her soul move as he drew her deep. He kissed her as if he was unlocking every mystery she had ever pondered, as if he held the answer to her every question and knew all her deepest secrets. He kissed her and pushed her onto her back. He lifted his head and she gazed deep into his eyes. She saw centuries of torture and pain.

  “You will be mine forever.” He whispered as she felt him penetrate her. The wind was pulled from her lungs as his huge member pierced her for the first time. She bit down hard on her lip causing blood to spurt into her mouth. He pushed into her slowly at first but building speed quickly. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his gorging tool.

  “Fuck me harder master, fuck me until I can no longer breathe!” He rammed harder, pushing her across the floor with every pump. He wrapped his massive arm around the back of her neck and pounded harder into her. “Yes! Fuck me master. Take me to your heaven!” She screamed. He thrust harder and harder pushing the air from her with each blast.

  Her body seemed to wrap around him, her finger nails digging into his flesh tearing it out in ribbons. She came, but still he pounded. She came again. Her body went limp. She was no longer able to control her limbs. He lifted her head to his neck and pushed her face deep into his jugular until her fang punctured his thick skin.

  Her mouth was filled instantly with the thick red liquid. He continued to fuck her. The blood in her mouth was the richest sweetest thing she had ever tasted. It tasted as if it had been blended together over a thousand years, from a million victims. She came spewing her juices all over his giant cock. He rammed hard and pulled out. He pulled her head back and she wrapped her lips around his pole and drew him in. Her teeth grazing the shaft as he pushed deeper into her face. He pulsed releasing his fluid into her. She swallowed a small grin forming around him. He pulled out.

  “Thank you master.” She said, falling back onto her side.

  “Sleep now. For we have eternity to play.” He said caressing her cheek. She fell quickly into a deep sleep.

  Jess awoke with the sun lighting her face. She sat up and looked around. The park where she sat was emptying as the sun sat alone on the horizon. Her notebook computer had slid off her lap. She hit save and then the power button. She looked at her watch. She had been there asleep for almost three hours, yet she felt as if it had been weeks. She gathered her things and stood up.

  “What a weird dream.” She said walking towards the path back to her house. She walked home whistling Nine Inch Nails, as a small trickle of blood ran down to her knee.

  The End

  The Final Release

  Written by Belladonna

  The wrought iron gate shut firmly behind her. She looked down the dark alley and wondered if she was in the right place. The stench of garbage and putrid water clung to the midnight air and the glow of the full moon was the only source that lit her way. Brick walls that narrowed to a single door at the end of the alley were waiting for her. She passed homely beggars and junkies in frail forms. Fear grew inside of her by the second, but for some unknown reason she felt safe, untouchable.

  She reached her cloak pocket and read the note she found earlier that evening under her doorway. Wondering what it all meant she continued her approach. At the end of the alley was a single stairwell to what appeared to be an abandoned building. But the towering man at the doors entrance hinted differently. The hood of her cloak covered everything but her hypnotic stare and blood red lips. She heard objection in the man’s voice.

  “Only members and guests allowed. Do you have an invitation?” He firmly asked.

  She handed him the letter, his dark eyes widened as he read the signature on the note. Blood red letters that spelt out the name, Darkeel. She didn’t know what it meant but was eager to find out. He immediately gestured her in a terrified look that appeared on his face. But she chose to ignore what was meant to be a fatal warning.

  She walked through the entrance and was surprised to see hundreds of bodies writhing on the dance floor, moving in unison to the thrashing’s of industrial music. Absinthe intoxicated souls in animalistic states feeding off of each other’s sexual energies while moving to the sounds of Nine Inch Nails. Pure amazement took over her thoughts, she’d never known of this place until tonight. Sitting at the bar all alone, a foxy bartender with blonde locks and every piece of visible flesh tattooed and pierced. The woman approached with smoky eyes and smeared lipstick;

  “What’ll It be doll?” A hint of New York in her voice.

  “Nothing for me thanks. I’m meeting someone.” The girl fluidly replied.

  A cocky smile appeared on the bartenders face.

  “Oh, yea? And who would that be?” the bartender asked.

  “Darkeel.” J
ess sternly replied.

  The girls face lost all emotion, she reached for Jess and gripped her jaw with her long painted fingernails. “Be careful.” She whispered. Her hand dropped from her face, the woman bit her lip and left Jess entirely alone.

  Jess slowly turned the barstool around and dropped the hood of her cloak to her shoulders. She lifted her eyes up to scan the room of lost souls. Their eyes meeting instantly. There he was across the dark room of writhing bodies, sitting on a couch all alone.

  Dressed in all black from head to toe, the only thing of color on his body was those piercing blue eyes that read her soul completely. His smiled seemed to beckon her from across the way, for an instant she was too scared to move…to breathe. It was as if the room froze and they were the only two that existed. The sea of bodies seemed to dance without music, people seemed to speak without saying a word, and the only thing she was sure of was her blood coursing through her veins.

  She stepped onto the floor, her boots not making a sound. An eerie silence filled her head as she made her way across the room. Bodies moved from her approach effortlessly without a word, without a touch. It seemed like eternity when she finally reached him. His leg placed on his knee at the ankle. His arms to the sides of him resting on the back of the crimson velvet couch. She timidly approached him, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. His smile was powerful and so was his voice.

  “Ah, Lady Jess. Welcome.”

  He slowly stood to tower over her nearly a foot above her head. He reached for her hand and kissed it in a respectful gesture. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, the entire time.

  “You must be Darkeel I presume.” He smiled wickedly and leaned into her ear.

  “That’s Master Darkeel…Understand?” His voice startled her, her body stiffened.

  “Yes Master.” She gently replied.

  “Good girl.” He said with a grin.

  He slyly gripped her by the waist under her cloak, “Come with me.” He said.