“Yes, and I take great care of those I value, which is why Untamable Sara is still alive tonight, she means the world to you, and now she means the world to me.” Jess smiled her eyes sparkling, glowing bright.
“When do we get started?”
Jess was eager to find herself reborn in the world of Darkeel. His laughter dark and satisfied, echoed throughout the formal dining room.
“Fucking lord, you’re perfect for me.” He smiled;
“If only the rest downstairs were as eager to serve as you are, they wouldn’t be in cages now, and they too would be upstairs roaming free.”
With a smile and a nod of satisfaction he beckoned Jess to the table, she walked towards him and spread her thighs across his lap, and he pulled her close kissing her firmly and pulling her back by her hair. Her body arched, her breasts in his face, she felt his beard brushing against her torso, his lips exploring her body and kissing every curve as he traveled towards her neck. His strong hands holding the small of her back, gripping her ass and gently holding her shoulder blades watching her buck in ecstasy under his precise touch.
“First I’ll introduce you to my treasured possessions, then we’ll plan for this grueling phase in your evolution. Six weeks should be plenty of time to prepare, and to form a backstory as to why you’ll be on extended business vacation for me, even though the kids will be here without you in the meantime.”
His head floated from side to side, waiting to find the perfect formula to execute over the coming weeks.
“Introduce me to your girls, Master I want to know everything that your brilliant mind has created in your world.”
Jess held his face closely, he gripped her ass and picked her up, placing her on the table and smiling pleased with her curiosity. He stood and walked towards the giant panel of twelve closed circuit television screens and initiated a formal introduction.
He pressed on a button near the screens and watched as the girl in cage number two, jumped. She was still being sprayed with water and her face was covered in streaks of long golden blonde hair. She shivered as her skin turned blue and her body jerked from the biting cold. Her blue lips formed and chattered violently as the chains holding her above kept her swaying with the motions of the water that kept spraying her body in every direction.
His modulated voice came over the loud speaker and boomed;
“What is your name?” Kyle’s voice transformed into the cruel cadenced tongue of Darkeel’s. The girls eyes were covered in layers of hair, she did her best to form the words even though her body was failing her in this moment.
“Frrr…ossss..t Bi….te.” she exclaimed as articulately as she could muster. He pressed the button again;
“What is your purpose in this world?” Kyle’s voice echoed into her chamber room.
“To serve you as prey on cold winter nights.” She started to cry and her tears froze as they fell to her cheek.
“Mmm she’s almost ready, and to think we still have nine months before hunting season arrives.” Jess implored,
“How long has she been here? I’m guessing a few weeks?” Kyle forgetting for a moment who she was and the power of her deductions skills;
“Very good Jess, Impressive. She arrived just a week before you got here, though the way she arrived wasn’t entirely the same.”
He smiled and she saw his mind, the way he stalked this girl in the cold of night, watching her walk slowly home on back roads in haunting darkness, dressed entirely too impractical for the weather. She watched as he asked her if she wanted a ride home, she declined stating she’d always liked the cold. Before she could continue to deny his advances she felt herself fall down and the entire world fade to black. She’d been hit with a small dart in the neck, tranquilizer with just enough to knock her out, nothing more, nothing less. She watched as the girl awoke from her point of view in this torture chamber down below, never quite knowing who brought her here or how exactly she was going to make it out alive. Jess nodded in an affirming manner.
“I realized that you never quite follow a pattern, what causes you to vary your methods?” She was intrigued by the gentleness of this hunt, compared to the vicious night terror that she saw in Holly’s demise just nights prior.
“She was kind, so I showed her a final gesture of kindness.” He revealed a part of the puzzle to his soul and his dark carnal legacy that now resonated deeply in the heart of his dark and beloved companion.
He continued his display of pride as he shared with Jess his deepest darkest secrets. Kyle continued revealing to her fully what it was like to live inside his nebulous mind. He took a step towards the second monitor, within lied yet another cage where treasured possession number three was waiting. Strapped to an inclined wall of steel and clipped all over her entire body were the painful alligator clips that Mistress Bella was inclined to use towards her unruly slaves that required additional pain to incentivize the ideal of submission as their way of life.
She saw as the girl grimaced her mouth eventually opening to a shrieking sound of pain, her body jolted by the electricity that Kyle had coursing through her veins in a sequence of rhythmic patterns that caused any intuitive to lose their mind in a mad existence of electrical shocks that could never be estimated to arrive at any consistent time. Jess looked curiously at the brunette who was being shaken, rattled and moved into contorted positions along this metal board, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Kyle waited to see Jess’ ruby red lips form into another curious question;
“Does that build up her endurance for arrows? I’d imagine the pain to be quite similar when one is running for their life in the cold bite of night.”
His look of concern transformed to a look of sheer pride;
“How well you know the limitations and strengths of the human body, that is the precise reason why I’ve conditioned her this way, she’ll be able to keep running even when she’s wearing a fresh set of angel wings that I’ve provided for her. They say that flying is the most exhilarating experience in life for those of us meant to walk on the ground, which is why I’ve given her the name Dove.”
As she heard her name she saw images flooding her mind of being stalked in the autumn season, seeing the leaves change watching them fall to the earth. No snow on the ground this time, no, just a girl naked. Screaming, tearing through the woods as fast as she can, being hit between tree lines again and again until her entire body was trembling covered in arrows that appeared like wings in the golden hour of sunrise. With one fatal shot hurtling towards her the sight of her leaping off that cliff where Holly tried to flee was breathtaking, she knew that down below awaited her ultimate demise, yet she embraced it willingly to escape being recaptured by the only predator in the woods that any creature ever had to fear, The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter was still alive and well.
“By September she’ll be ready for the kill…” Jess trailed off aloud, Kyle wandered towards her kissing her and reaching for her face in surprise;
“There’s so much I don’t know about you yet, you never told me you were a hunter.” Jess smiled kissing his hand affectionately;
“We have a lifetime, to share such secrets with one another my King.”
She looked deeply into his eyes, and relished in this feeling of finally being understood in this world, for her darkness and her light, all balance ever sought was experienced in this single exchange between dark lovers in the night. Sharing a secret and kindred passion of torture, pleasure and the most dangerous game alive.
Kyle walked back to the wall of monitors, a petite but curvaceous woman with dark skin, as black as night appeared. Her entire body was suspended in the air, nude and conflicted by the darkness that she now lived in for over a year. Her hearing was heightened as well as her sense of touch, even the smallest gust of wind from an old drafty house such as this startled her to her very core. She couldn’t differentiate any longer between touch, smel
l and sound, an overwhelming existence fueled by internal hallucinations was all she experienced any more. Her legs and arms were locked into what appeared to be cast like metal casings. Her pussy was exposed and stuffed with a thick, engorged dildo that was attached to a metal box. Jess recognized this beautiful mechanism, it was what she used on Sara for weeks before she decided she no longer desired men, only women that could yield a cock better than she ever imagined.
The slow pumps of the machine in and out of her dripping cunt provided a thick viscous fluid to pump forth from this woman’s deliciously dark, supple pussy. She watched as the woman swooned again, moaning with her head back, her eyes still closed, her long hair pulled back into a low pony tail, keeping her face exposed to all the elements down below.
Jess watched as she reached her face towards the left, to a tube that pumped fluids into her body, to sustain her while she made the most delicious looking honey one could ever crave.
With one final body shaking orgasm she passed out and Kyle instantly pressed the button waking her once more to her conscious state;
“That was exhilarating to watch, number three, what’s your name?” his modulated voice inquired sternly to which her reply smoothly came;
“Thank you Master, you’ve always called me Honey.” His forefinger released the button and Jess stood up and rested her ass on the table, spreading her thighs;
“Mmm Master, that was fun to watch, I bet she’ll lure some larger game your way with a pussy that sweet.” Jess started touching her soaking wet peach, and Kyle smiled walking towards her;
“Yes, she’ll be ready just in time to join Dove on one of my favorite hunts of the year. I plan to fuck her pussy with my gloved hands while she’s bound to a tree, as soon as her sweet juices draw the Black Bears in this area, I’ll let them destroy her in front of me before I take them down one by one and bring them home for my collection; along with her pretty little head. You remember the empty spaces in the interrogation chambers, I still don’t have a full collection. She’ll do nicely don’t you think?” Jess smiled;
“Yes, and I have to admit, the mere thought of coming with you, just to watch, or better yet, to help you tie her down and glove fuck her myself, Mmmm words cannot begin to express how wet all of this is making me.”
Jess began tossing her red locks aside and fanning her face, now flushed, she was hungry for Kyle to take her here and now, she couldn’t get her fill of him, not now, not ever.
She always wanted to feel that visceral nature of his rise up from the depths of hell, to claim her as his writhing succubus. She ached to feel all of her holes filled up completely with his glorious cock, she hungered for little else in this world, than the perfect balance of pain and pleasure provided from a man who was strong enough to deny his urges to slaughter her even though he was capable of that and so much more.
“Keep touching yourself for me.”
Kyle instructed as his bulging cock pressed against his jeans. He walked towards the next monitor to a tall buxom red head, with thick thighs and tits that made any man or woman ache to feel them between their lips.
She was in the corner of the room, her neck adorned with a rather medieval weighted collar, a long heavy chain was attached to the center of her neck, it lead to a short leash of chain that was affixed in the bottom of this cellar room. Next to her was wooden standing stocks and in front of that was a machine that instantly made Jess squirt;
“Mmm a pussy and nipple milking machine. A man after my own heart, did you capture this one just for me before you planned my arrival?”
The room had various sex toys all waiting for her to use whenever she pleased, a table in the opposite end of the room had various foods and beverages, all of which would provide extra calories to produce the sweet nectar and juices that Kyle knew Jess craved so much as Mistress Bella.
“Well I did have to experiment with her at first to ensure I could handle your mutually shared affliction.”
As his smile widened, Jess began to blush,
“How, how did you? How did you know?”
She was in shock, it wasn’t easy to locate her medical records, and to find that she was diagnosed as a nymphomaniac by former standards even though the new term for such an affliction was called persistent genital arousal disorder. She was always shy to share such information with anyone, even lovers, it usually lead to fear of her being insatiable. Which was partially true, she just needed to feel herself used completely like a whore, and as often as physically possible by those she fell for.
“Needless to say it’s one of your endlessly charming qualities, a woman who has a prescription to fuck her brains out like a paid whore.” Kyle and Jess watched as she started to stand;
“Ah yes, she’ll perform nicely for us in just a moment, like you she needs her fill at certain times each day or she’ll lose her mind. She’s even brilliant like yourself, an intellectual, it’s why I’ve decided not to hunt her, but to give her to you as a pet project after you’ve finished training.”
Jess smiled glowing, she’d never been given such a gift like this before, a sex hungry slave that enjoyed serving in such a state.
“How long has she been here?” Jess asked wondering how long she’d had to fuck herself into ecstasy as her only duty in life.
“Only a month or so, I stole her from a traveling burlesque show, sometime around Valentine’s Day; who knew she’d have so many other fascinating facets to her personality.”
When Jess’ lips began to part once more, in awe of this woman’s eagerness to shackle herself in and to feel her tits pumped full of milk before each tube, administered into glass and bottled on the ground below. She didn’t notice that she’d squirted at the exact same time as this woman did writhing in her cage as the machine pumped and pumped, her body shuddering and gushing gallons of fluid below her. Soaking the stone floors and leaving other girls to moan and beg for her to cum again, it sounded so beautiful, especially in comparison to the horrific screams heard from others nearby.
“Mmm, a mess inspired by Scarlet, I knew she’d be perfect for you.”
“Scarlet, after my brothel back home, or at least my former home in Romania.” Jess smiled;
“You really have done you research, but it boggles the mind as to how much you know about me, that most could never find out even if they desired to in a state of vengeance.”
She was in awe of his ability to tap into her for so long, for so many years, from so far away. It must’ve been their past life ties, she always felt his mysterious energy in life from time to time, she just never quite knew who or what it was, always blaming it on exhaustion, or the interference of so many people in busy spaces. A cluster fuck of confusion for any psychic and empath. It was easy to cross wires in those places, no wonder she could never see him fully, even now she felt he held so many secrets, and was weighted with such mystery that she found him to be eternally perplexing, like a cryptic cipher she longed to decipher every nuance his soul desired to share.
“I’d like very much for you to feel free enough to recreate your world alongside mine. The Scarlet Gardens shouldn’t vanish just because you’re no longer on that side of the world, you’re welcome to rebuild here. No matter how long it takes, I want you to have a place to release your dark side, without consequence or fear of abduction.” He winked smiling wickedly;
“You are the devil. They said it’d be a buxom red head, but I’ve always believed it would be a man so charming and so fucking gorgeous that nothing could be denied, even the recreations of a world I promised to say goodbye too ever since Sara disappeared. How quickly life changes and provides understanding to former philosophies in such enigmatic ways.”
She continued to share her various reasoning’s and logical assessments of the universe as a whole.
“I always wondered if I was a Lilith or an Aphrodite, perhaps Lilith really is the one who rules here d
eep inside, the twisted darkness fueled by carnal impulses, all I’ve ever wanted in life from dark to light, you serve up to me on a golden altar of seduction and pure unbridled ecstasy.”
She continued;
“I’d be a fool to accept or deny what you have to offer, but I’ve always given into the urgings of the flesh, you have me wrapped around your finger. Right where you’ve always wanted me.”
Jess smiled approaching her climax ready to cum, waiting for Kyle’s delicious voice to chime in, pushing her over the threshold and forcing her body off the cliff of ecstasy, plunging deep down she felt her body quiver and shake.
“Oh God, Kyle, my incredible Master, please I beg of you let me cum.” Her face was stuck in horrified state waiting for his words to escape and provide the catharsis needed to end this torment inside.
“Cum for me, my beautiful pet whore, cum for me again you filthy cumslut.”
As the sentence ended so did the torment. Jess felt it building inside of her as soon as she saw the images of tortured girls on closed circuit television screens. She wailed in bliss, her thighs quaking open, her toes curling and her heels arching into the chair cushions of the table, she fell back as her body writhed against her control. Her sweet peach squirting all over the rug below, hearing the liquid soak into the layers of thick fabric was alluring. Kyle moaned happily, he felt drunk from her bodies intoxicating scent;
“That’s a good sex kitten, you make your master proud witnessing such hunger inside of you. You’ll need it to survive around here.”
He smiled watching her regain her bodies’ usual serene movements. She stood up and wandered over towards Kyle embracing him. As she hugged his body she watched him reach for the button once more, their eyes both affixed towards cell number five. Jess wondered what would be waiting there for her fresh eyes to see for the very first time. Her reactions were so animated, she looked just like the classic female archetype in all of Kyle’s favorite movies, revealing her fragility in her aghast response. Eyes widened and her lips parted in sheer horror, was this a body lying on the ground, a corpse that didn’t survive training? As her face and upper body peered closer, moving forward unknowingly, a natural response to darkness in the eyes of those who usually walked in the light.
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