Kink: An Extreme Horror Story

by Brothers, The Barns

  To really play. I have such strict self-control most of the time, making my cellar-meat last an entire year — that was the destiny of the deliciously pretty moron I’d just pushed down the stairs — that I hardly ever really let myself go, to really relax and enjoy life with some sport. While I’d had some fun with the new toy, it had of course been strictly controlled; he was meant to last after all.

  I’d restrained myself.

  Ding-dong.

  But this guy?

  Well, I wasn’t going to keep two of them around now, was I?

  I opened the door, naked, only his large frame blocking the world outside from spying me.

  “Damn, girl!”

  A coquettish smile spread across my lips as I examined the man in front of me. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was dressed simply in a tight white t-shirt that contrasted beautifully with his almost-black skin.

  He opened his mouth to spew more nonsense (no doubt complimentary, but I didn’t want to hear it), but I stopped him with a finger to shush him. I pushed it between those two, plump lips and let him suck on it. I considered jumping up onto him, pressing my lips against his and then ripping off those beautiful lips with my teeth and letting his blood pour into my eager mouth.

  Not yet.

  I reached between his legs and gently squeezed his crotch, leading him inside the house. From the street his body would have entirely blocked out anyone’s view of me, his sheer size stopping anyone from seeing that I had opened the door while completely naked and instantly seduced the stranger at the door.

  He stepped inside, pushing me back, and using one pointed foot I swung the door closed behind him.

  He swatted away the finger that was against his lips with his own, much larger hand, and with his other hand he reached down between my legs and forced his large middle finger inside me. I looked at him wide-eyed.

  “That’s rude,” I told him.

  He let out a cruel chuckle.

  “I know how you like it,” he said, peering into my eyes, looking for confirmation. Perhaps hoping he wouldn’t find it?

  I stepped backward, releasing his finger, and turned away and walked toward the bedroom. He didn’t follow immediately, but I could hear why — he was stripping completely naked right at the front door, not having a clue what kind of terrible mistake he was making.

  In the bedroom, I stood in front of my bed, hands on hips, my head tilted to its side in a what-you-gonna-do look.

  When he entered I let out a gasp that, for once, wasn’t faked. He was big. And ready to go. He placed a large hand around himself, and pointed it at me.

  “You ready for this?”

  I shook my head at him.

  “It’s too big,” I said, lying again.

  He laughed and stepped toward me.

  This was going to be fun.

  I let him use me as a toy for a while. He threw me around like a ragdoll, using me, using my body.

  “Damn girl, how you fit all that inside you? You got dat magic pussy,” he said while pinning me down.

  Later, “Guess my boy didn’t give it to you like this did he?” he said as he drove himself deep into my ass.

  Later still, “Bitch, I’m worn out. Ride me,” he commanded, lying down on his back and carrying me with him.

  I cocked my head at him. “My turn?”

  He just laughed.

  My turn.

  “Buckle up, fuckface.”

  His eyes went wide in anticipation.

  I rode him powerfully, gripping his cock tight inside me. His eyes rolled back in his head as I used my internal muscles to squeeze him hard as he was about to finish. I bit my lip in anticipation.

  Just as he reached his climax I gave him a crushingly tight grip, and using two hands I dug into his chest with my nails, drawing two, deep, five-line furrows down his chest as he emptied himself inside me. The overwhelming ecstasy of the best orgasm of his life drowned out the pain of the quarter-inch deep trail of destruction I’d carved down his body, his brain not able to comprehend such a sheer overwhelming amount of input at once, only allowing him to notice the pleasure.

  I buried my face into his chest, sticking my tongue into a wound. I came hard as my mouth filled with blood and my pussy filled with his hard spurts. We both let out screeching moans. He convulsed once more inside me and his sense of feeling began to return to normal.

  “The fuck?”

  Two hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me off his chest. I could have resisted him, but it was more fun to do it this way. Blood covered my lips and mouth, and trickled down my chin. He looked down at his chest and then up at me, eyes wide in confusion. I licked my lips.

  “The fuck!”

  His hands wrapped around my waist in a crushing grip, he yanked me into the air, and tossed me off the bed so hard I flew across the room into the wall and tumbled to the ground. I hadn’t been tossed around like that in years.

  Sitting on the floor, I peered up at him, a smile on my face as he sat up in bed, eyes constantly flying down to his chest and then over to me and then back down to his chest again as if he couldn’t believe that it was me that had done that to his body.

  “The fuck! What the fuck? What did you do to me?"

  I sat on the floor giggling to myself and licking blood off my fingers and lips as I watched him stare down at his chest, poking his wounds with his fingers, still not really comprehending that I'd done that to him with my bare hands.

  "What the fuck have you done to me? How did you do that?”

  I giggled again as I let a hand drop between my thighs. I just couldn’t resist.

  “That's not all I'm going to do to you. It's still my turn."

  I saw him staring at me, then he quickly scrambled across the bed and stood up, leaving a trail of blood. It's fun to watch people's thought processes, as they try to understand things which are completely impossible to understand. There he was, a big, strong, bodybuilder type, and then there was me. Little old me who looked like a tiny twenty-something girl who could do no harm to a fly.

  But he could feel the pain. He could see the ten marks I'd carved into him using just my fingernails. It didn't make any sense to him. He didn't understand what I was yet.

  And he definitely didn't know what was coming.

  "You're not going to try and run away from me, are you? I'm not done with you yet."

  So, of course, he did. He lunged across the room, toward the bedroom door. I stood up and followed behind him. He was running now, toward the front door of the house.

  I couldn't have that, now, could I? Imagine if that nosy neighbor from across the way saw this guy coming out of my house. Oh, yeah, this is my black naked, bleeding, disabled, other brother.

  I launched myself from where I was in the bedroom doorway, flying across the room like a missile. I landed on his back, and then wrapped two arms around his shoulders.

  He twisted his body to try get rid of me, and I let my legs fly off of him, twisting around, so that my legs wrapped around his neck, and my head hung just below his perfectly toned ass. Two strong hands gripped my feet as he tried to yank me off of him, but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough.

  I pressed my mouth down into his upper thigh, kissing, and probing at his skin till I found out exactly what I was looking for. When I found it, I buried my teeth into him, causing him to shriek. I giggled, my mouth bubbling over with blood, as I ripped out the hamstring of his right leg.

  He didn't fall over immediately, instead his weight shifted to his surviving leg, as he reached around with his fists, slamming them into my body. It was like a massage.

  “Harder! Harder!” I urged him as blood poured down my chin.

  Licking my lips I put my head down to his other leg while his fists swung around, crashing repeatedly into me. He half-toppled over, leaning against a wall. There was nothing he could do. He tried grabbing my hair and yanking at it, but it was like trying to move a tank embedded in concrete using only your hands. When I don't wa
nt to be moved, there's no moving me.

  I sunk my teeth into his other thigh, again found the right spot, and then ripped out his remaining hamstring, and rode his body to the ground as his leg collapsed underneath him.

  I laughed again as he struggled on the floor, trying to escape from under me. I held him down for a moment longer. His firm muscular ass was just too irresistible. I buried my mouth into it, and bit out a large apricot-sized chunk of fat and muscle.

  I stood up, standing over him, my body now covered in blood. I sighed as I looked at the floor. It was highly polished hardwood, which is easy to clean, but I was gonna need a mop for this mess. I had been so good in my annual feasts the last few years until now. Grinning and chewing on the piece of him I felt my mind reeling like I was drunk. I was losing control and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Shit, I should do this more often. Fuck all that self-control… this was living.

  He turned over, and using his hands pulled himself backward towards the door. He was sitting, leaning against it, staring at me wide-eyed, his whole body shaking.

  I stood there, chewing on the lump of flesh of his that I had in my mouth. I cocked my head at him.

  "What? I thought you liked it rough?"

  "Let me go, let me go, let me go."

  "You are the least articulate person I've ever met. You just keep repeating yourself."

  I giggled as I swallowed a piece of him. I immediately felt stronger.

  "Please… let me go…"

  His words trailed off to nothing.

  "If I were to let you go, would you promise not to tell?"

  He nodded his head enthusiastically up and down.

  "And what would you tell the hospital? Would you tell them you tripped over and accidentally ripped out both your hamstrings, and then a passing dog ripped a chunk out of your ass?"

  He stared at me in confusion, eyes wide, his lips trembling. He nodded like an enthusiastic idiot.

  "You promise, you won't tell on me?"

  He nodded his head up and down enthusiastically again.

  "Give me a kiss, first, then I'll let you go."

  I kneeled down onto him, pushing my pussy down into his crotch, as I pushed my lips against his. Did you know you can taste fear? Well, I can anyway. I'm not sure if it's something that everyone can do, or just one of my gifts.

  The other funny thing about humans, well men anyway, is their inherent, unstoppable desire to reproduce. It’s just the way nature made them. So even though he was now gravely wounded, he rapidly started to grow hard under me again, as I rubbed my wet, hungry pussy against his crotch, and pressed my lips against his again.

  He was moaning and almost sobbing as I greedily sucked on his tongue and buried his cock inside me again. I rode, and ground myself against him, enjoying how hard he was inside me. He'd given up resisting me for the moment, perhaps believing that there was a chance I would let him go, that I would do as I had said. I mean, can you blame him? It wasn't really his fault, was it?

  As I felt he was about ready to release again, I vacuumed his tongue deep into my mouth, and let my hands drop down, underneath his thighs. At the moment of his release I clamped down hungrily with my teeth, severing the end of his tongue, but keeping my mouth forced against his and the remaining part of it still inside my mouth, feasting on the blood. I dug my nails deep inside his upper thigh where I'd ripped out his hamstring, enjoying the feel of the warm flesh, the wet blood, and feeling his heartbeat as I pressed my fingers against the still intact arteries.

  He didn't scream, exactly. It was more of a spluttering shout. The bubbling almost-scream sending more of his delicious young blood pouring directly into his mouth as I kept my lips pressed tight against his.

  Finally releasing his mouth from mine, I rubbed my face and cheeks against the front of his face, covering them with more of his precious blood. I pulled my hands out from inside his legs, and ran them over my firm breasts, exciting myself even further as he squirmed beneath me, his cock still pulsing in a final, desperate effort to impregnate something before he died.

  Of course, he wasn't going to die just yet. Although he was suffering from blood loss, his wounds weren't yet fatal. At least not in the short term. Since my idiot new cellar-meat had caused this Jake to turn up here, I was at least going to get some more fun out of it.

  I scooted backward to admire my handiwork, and to get a better look at what was left of this so-called man. He was sitting there, shaking, with his chin resting on his chest, letting out a keening wail from somewhere deep inside him. I don't think he could talk anymore, not after having the end of his tongue ripped off in our kinky sex, and I think his mind was close to breaking point already.

  I stood up and admired myself in the hallway mirror. I ran my fingers over my flat stomach, spreading the blood further, creating little trails with each of my fingers and making patterns on my soft skin. The feeding I had done today had done wonders for my complexion and body. When you're like me, you have the ability to access the fountain of eternal youth at any time you want — well, any time that you are willing to take it from someone else, that is.

  Turning back toward Jake I saw him staring at me again, wide-eyed, as he always seemed to be. Actually most of my donors were like that. I guess all their years in school, university, and life, never prepared them for what the real world is like.

  At least, not that small part of the real world that is made up of me, and the others like me. So when they are confronted with this other side of life, this other side of society, that they didn't even know existed, they become overwhelmed and simply fail basic comprehension.

  I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back toward my bedroom. What kind of animal makes love in the hallway anyway? Probably the same kind of person who leaves unwashed plates in the sink.

  Shit, was I becoming like that?

  He just let out a constant sighing groan as he slid across my highly polished floor. The floor that I was going to spend the entire night cleaning once I was done with my fun.

  When we got to the bed I slipped one arm under his knees, the other still gripping his hair, and tossed him onto the bed.

  "There, that's better, isn't it? Much more romantic."

  "Ber… ber..."

  "You're not making any sense now, are you? I tend to have that effect on men. I drive them delirious. Can't get a word out after sleeping with me."

  “Ber… ber…”

  “Yes, yes. ‘Sleeping’ was a euphemism. I know. We haven’t done much actual sleeping, have we?”

  I crawled up onto the bed and kneeled between his legs. He was disappointingly small right now, but I knew I could fix that.

  "Now, make the most of it. This will probably be the last blowjob I give you."

  I took him gently between my lips, running my tongue over him, and ever so gently teased him back to life. Some kind of nonsense came out of his mouth that may once have been no, no, no, but now was more of muffled moaning kind of whine.

  I lifted my head. “Come on baby, I want you,” I said as I massaged his cock gently, before taking him back in my warm, soft mouth again.

  He couldn’t resist. No man could. Despite having his chest carved open, his hamstrings ripped out and his tongue bitten off his evolutionary desire had not been switched off. He moaned, in a mixture of complaint and pleasure, as I felt him grow hard in my mouth again.

  When he was ready I climbed on top of him and rode him again, his pants of lust this time coming out more like splutters, as if he was almost choking. I used him to bring myself to a climax first.

  “This is going to have to be the last time for today, I’m afraid.”

  He just whined.

  “I’ve got to get rid of both of your detritus, your phones, and — hell — my house is a mess.”

  He just stared at me with panting, hopeful eyes as I ground myself into him.

  “Last one. Make it a good one,” I said, as I used my pussy muscles to squeeze his cock in an irresistible ma
ssage.

  He came hard. His body desperately offering everything it had in one last gasp, one final futile effort at passing on its genes for another generation. As he came I pressed my lips against his again and sucked more of the blood out of his still bleeding mouth.

  I cupped his cheeks gently with my hands, and then, unable to resist, I slipped my thumbs into his eye sockets, popping out the two small balls. I inhaled his scream as I gently rolled his eyes around between my fingers. I lifted my mouth up away from his, releasing a high pitched scream from him.

  I slammed a hand down over his mouth; that kind of screaming was not masculine, and to be honest, was almost a turnoff. I mean, screams are hot, but not girly shrieks like that.

  I delicately placed his eyes between my lips as his cock gave a final spastic jerk inside me.

  I bit down and chewed, popping them in my mouth, before pulling my head back and severing the stems.

  I was giggling as I felt his cock rapidly contracting inside me. The scream against my palm stopped as he passed out.

  Or maybe died.

  Whatever.

  He was done for now.

  With an overly dramatic sigh, I slipped off of him and stood up. My house was a complete shambles now. He pretty much deserved what had happened to him.

  I leaned over him and coated my hands in some more of his blood, using it to slick over my entire body. When I was completely coated I reached into the drawer beside my bed and pulled out a camera. Walking back out into the hallway I examined myself in the mirror again.

  Perfect.

  I snapped a few pictures of myself, holding the polaroid camera out to the side and taking pictures into the mirror, of my nude, blood covered body. I placed careful bloody fingerprints in the corner of each instant photo, and then stacked them up by the side of the bed. I’d go through them all later.

  Everyone has to have a hobby, and mine was photography. I exhibit at a small gallery in Soho sometimes, my work being noted for its garish unrealisticness. It’s obviously paint, but the look on her face almost makes you think it isn’t!

  If only they knew.

  I returned to the room and grabbed the latest source of today's pleasure by the hair, dragged him to the kitchen, opened the door to my cellar, and then pushed him down the stairs. I would deal with that in a minute.