Diary of a newlywed icepick princess


Posted by NBabe on March 26, 2000 at 17:17:03:

Ok here are some answers for those of you who really want to know. First, yes we did take toy guns, blood, knives, icepicks etc with us on our honeymoon. They were packed in the checked luggage and didn’t cause a problem. I guess you could pack a real one there since you can’t get to it, it would just be stolen by the airlines employees. The wedding went well at 9 AM on Friday morning. We only had our parents and siblings present having chosen to forego the cast of thousands so we could have a nicer honeymoon. After all, we only plan on having one. It was really wonderful, both mothers cried through the ceremony and my knees were shaking so hard I almost couldn’t say my words. Matt, of course, was a mountain of stoicism. I actually think he was so scared he was speechless and paralyzed. We made our flight at noon to go to the first of our stops, San Diego. We were in the hotel by 2 and had finished changing clothes by 5 (you figure it out :::grins) and went to dinner. After dinner, we sat on the balcony and the hotel and held each other and watched ships out in the distance. We don’t play snuff games all the time, but we were really totally into each other and wanting something really spicy to kick off the first real night of our life together. That was when I decided to write this diary that follows of the time that Madd Matt the snuffer did in the poor helpless oriental babe, and the times when the sexo-sado snuffette (hiya T-rex) did him in. Hope you enjoy the rest of our honeymoon.

Diary of the multisnuffed chinese necrobabe.

************Dear Diary************
The Professor and his Necrostudent

Married today and off to the honeymoon with Matt. We are going to play student and professor tonight.

Matt climbed the stairs to his hotel room and unlocked the door. His little place was looking a lot better these days, ever since Juli had started spending her afternoons there instead of at the library..

When he padded back into the bedroom five minutes later with a damp towel around his waist, the books were put away and I was sitting against the headboard with the Iet draped loosely over my body. I had loosened the knot in my hair, and it cascaded down past my shoulders in thick, glossy waves. He sat down next to my and gave my a long hard kiss. The Iet slid away, exposing my full, soft breasts. He kissed his way down my face and neck, inhaling the sweet aroma of my skin, and then took one of my nipples into his mouth. He teased at the soft, warm flesh with his lips and tongue, making it swell and pout.

"That feels so nice," I said, rubbing his neck. I put my arms around his broad, muscular chest, holding him possessively close.

He moved to my breast, and soon he felt my hand slide under the towel and move towards his groin. I took his stiffening cock in my hand and just held it, keeping it company as it came fully erect. Then I squeezed it gently and started rubbing the underside of the head with my thumb, making him groan.

"Did I teach you how to do that?" he asked. "I must be a damn good teacher."

"Nah, I used the experimental method - we learned about that in school. Tried all sorts of stuff, and watched to see which ones made you squirm." My thumb slid up over the little slit, smearing out a drop of precome. Using it as a lubricant, I started moving my thumb in slow circles. "See? You're squirming."

"Yep. Bet I can make you squirm, too."

"I know you can," I giggled. "I love it when you make me squirm, Matt."

He pulled the Iet away from my legs and puId my thighs apart. My sex was a symmetric ribbon of dark pink nestled in the glossy curls of my pubic hair. He shifted position, bringing his head down into my lap, and breathed in my faint, musky aroma as he nibbled on my inner thigh. I trembled and stiffened, anticipating the pleasure to follow. Finally he put his mouth over my pussy and teased at my outer labia with his tongue, letting his saliva mix with my juices as I opened up.

"Oh, yes..." I sighed. "Lick me."

Matt lapped away contentedly, stimulating me with long strokes of his tongue, until I was moving my hips in time with his head and moaning.

When he sensed that I was ready, he moved his attention upward, concentrating on the meaty little bump of my clit, circling around it with the stiff tip of his tongue. I gasped and lifted my hips up, and he slid his hands under my ass, squeezing my buttocks.

For a few seconds time was only the sound of my ragged breathing as I focused intently on the waves of sensation coming from my pussy. My orgasm was a teasing, lurking promise, hovering just out of reach. I needed the stimulation just a fraction of a millimeter higher, just a tad faster... I lifted one knee, shifted my weight slightly, and Matt's tongue suddenly hit the right spot. My orgasm blossomed quickly inside my, like fireworks exploding in my stomach, and the pleasure was so unbearably intense that I cried out without even realizing it.

Matt wiped my copious juices from his mouth and smiled up at my. My warm brown eyes were still hazy and unfocused, but I smiled back at him lazily.

He picked up one of my feet and moved it into his lap, and rubbed his cock against the sole. I giggled. "That tickles!"

"Don't forget, I have urges too," he teased. "Not as strong as yours, I'm sure, but pretty strong."

I sat up so that I was facing him and squeezed his firm cock in my hand. "Poor Matt. What would you like your Juli to do about those urges?"

"Maybe you could kiss it?"

I smiled. "Maybe I could." I leaned forward into his lap, and my hair spilled forward in a dark curtain, shielding his view. He felt my tongue touch the underside of his cock, a little exploratory lick, and then my hot mouth closed over the head. I didn't take him in any farther than that, and he had to restrain himself from thrusting upward. He was dying to fuck my lush, beautiful mouth, driving himself all the way to the back of my throat, but he had decided to take it very slow and easy when it came to sex with Juli. As it was, he felt vaguely guilty about corrupting a sweet girl, even if I was 22. He closed his eyes and sighed, his stomach muscles tensing and twitching as I licked and nibbled tentatively at his cock. After a few minutes I lifted my head and looked at him, my lips wet with saliva.

"I really don't know what I'm doing," I said with an apologetic smile. "You've got to teach me."

"I will," he said. "But there's no rush. Besides, you're doing great."

"No, I'm not," I laughed. I moved closer to him, pushing him onto his back, and straddled his waist.

"Let's make love," I said. "I'm getting pretty good at that, at least."

"That you are."

His erection still intimidated me slightly, seeming too large to go into my pussy, but now I knew better. Now I knew how it felt to have my insides filled up by a hot, rigid cock, and I was as anxious as Matt was.

As Matt held his cock in place, Juli positioned herself carefully, getting the angle just right, and then slowly allowed the rigid shaft to slide up inside my. When I finally sat astride him, pinned in place and deliciously full, the feeling was so wanton and yet so indescribably right that my body gave an involuntary shudder of pure joy. As if of their own accord, my hips began to make little sliding and twisting motions, grinding my sex against his pubis, and my body greedily soaked up the little spikes of pleasure.

When Matt reached up and cupped my breasts, I put my hands over his and pressed them more firmly in place. My whole body seemed to be giving off slow waves of pleasure now, and I closed my eyes and just let myself drift along on the rhythm of Matt's long, smooth thrusts. After a while the steady buildup of pleasure became overwhelming, and I found myself restlessly pushing the pace, lifting myself up to lengthen the long, pneumatic strokes, wordlessly urging Matt to increase the tempo.

"Harder," I finally moaned. "Do it faster. Please..." My voice was whiny and selfish.

Matt smiled and gripped my waist. He smoothly accelerated the pace like a powerful luxury car, and Juli started uttering a strangled little "oh!" every time he arched up into me with a smack. The orgasm snuck up on me, seeming to gather itself out of thin air like a summer storm, and the climax was a long and drawn-out pleasure ride that left me gasping for air and momentarily dizzy.

I leaned forward, draping my limp honey-colored body over his, and kissed his mouth tenderly. I smiled as I felt him pull my thighs apart, making room for what he needed to do. Then his big hands covered my round buttocks, gripping the muscles underneath my warm skin, and he quickly sought out his long- delayed pleasure, urgently driving himself into me.

I felt incredibly womanly and somehow privileged to be the object of his primitive exertions, and I was happy to give my body over to him entirely. When he began to groan and lift his head off the bed, I contracted myself around him, trying to make myself even tighter, and then I felt the warm flooding rush of his release.

"That was fun," I whispered, brushing a damp strand of hair away from his eyes. We lay entwined on the bed for several minutes, sleepy and comfortable in the warm, sunny room. When I finally pulled myself upright and padded off to the bathroom, Matt started to think about the future. It wasn't something he did very often, but he had a feeling it was time to start.

I came back to bed and climbed in beside Matt and cuddled up to him. I felt his large hand stroking my hair and leaned in to kiss his chest. My body still tingled from the fucking. Suddenly, I felt a great tinge of pain a few inches above my navel it feld like it shot through my guts and down to my backbone. I could feel my legs tremble and shake, but I couldn’t stop them. As I rolled on my back, I looked down with large questioning eyes to see a knife handle sticking from my belly. All I could do was look at Matt’s face and mouth the word, “Why?”

“The million dollar insurance policy I took out on you of course.” He replied.

My back arched with the pain as Matt fucked my belly with the knife driving it in and out of me sawing through my navel toward the top of my womb. Instead of someday having his baby made there, It was being divided by his knife. My hand moved to the knife trying to hold the now 4” slit shut and keep my guts from flowing out through it. He could read my mind as I thought of saying he would never get away with it he was telling me about the shark migration just offshore and how my sexy body would be fed to them once I had expired.

I squirmed for a long time feeling the warm blood well up out of me and the stringy pieces of intestine slipping through my fingers. Finally, as I looked in his face, Matt raises his knife and smashes it into the valley between my breasts shattering my sternum and making my heart explode as it pierces it. The last thing I see as I darkness surrounds me is his smiling face.

(Postscript, Medical examiner Matt’s hands covered the entire corpse as it lay in the morgue as his lips found parts of the dead body inviting and the shy M.E. made use of the still warm body even though it oozed blood from its belly and he pleasured himself with it.)

************Dear Diary************
Dracula Strikes

No games last night, just meanful lust. Tonight I have a deep forboding, I feel the presence of evil in the room as I think I am being stalked by a vampire. (wearing red pasties, a grass skirt and pretending to be at a costume party)

I walked into my own room to touch-up my red painted lips. I was now perfectly at home in my red pasties after numerous rum and cokes. I took out the lipstick and began to hum the song blasting in the other room. Suddenly, I felt someone else's presence. I looked up into the right into the face of Dracula. I jumped back startled. His make-up was so expertly done, gray hollow eyes, black skeleton-like cheeks, black painted lips. He wore a long black cape that touched the floor.


Nothing underneath. "What a great costume", I said, still shaken by his sudden presence. I searched his face, attempting to discover his identity. His make-up was so wonderful that I literally had no idea. His only response was to pick me up in his strong arms and carry me over to my bed. He gently put me down and lowered his black lips upon me. I tried to tell him that the door was open leading right to the packed party but he paid no attention. His mouth continued to learn of mine, his tongue darted toward mine, never uttering a word. I began to feel tremendously hot from these seductive, passionate kisses. There was something incredibly seductive about the prospects of making love to the likes of Dracula, not knowing if he was good or evil. As his black painted lips continued to cover mine, I felt his hand begin to circle my breast, first one then the other. Then he carefully removed my pasties which barely covered my nipples. Soon his lips are on my neck. My body shakes with an uncontrollable chill. Dracula exists only in fiction, or does he?

His tongue followed my cleavage. He began to stroke the outer contours of my breasts, gently lapping at my nipples, making them rock hard in his mouth. With one hand circling my breast, the other made its way to my slender waistline. I felt the juices of my pussy begin to flow more intensely, knowing that his strong hands would soon be exploring me. In one motion, Dracula picked me up and rested me perpendicular on the bed. He massaged my legs while, at the same time, pushed the curtain of my grass skirt to each side. My pussy is now completely bare. I try to tell him that there are people right outside the door. He ignores me. My mysterious friend raises my legs into a V, silently instructing me to grab onto them. He is so confident, so self-assured, that I reluctantly comply, conscious that any passerby will also see the most intimate regions of my pussy.

As I pull my legs to my breasts, I feel my pussy begin to open. I notice that for the first time, Dracula smiles as he witnesses my unbarring. His fingers begin to dance on the tips of my unshaven hair. Starting at the top of my slit, his tongue gives my pussy long, gentle strokes that end at the crack of my ass. His finger massages my entry and soon is deep inside me. Black painted lips search for my clit, hard as it has ever been.

I am now the hottest Hula Dancer this side of Hawaii. His agile arms turn me over on my hands and knees as he points my firm ass to the ceiling, facing towards the door. He teases my pussy with his rock hard cock, from the top of my clit, to my rosy asshole, in search of the hills and valleys at all points in between. My lips glisten from my own wetness. His cock rocks back and forth,in and out of my pussy lips then on to my ass. It is as though Dracula is testing, debating about which hole is ripe enough to enter.

Suddenly, I feel Dracula slide his way inside my pussy. My muscles immediately tighten around him. I begin to scream in ecstasy now that his toy has finally found a home. He enters me so slowly, going up only ever so slightly. He waits to feel my walls contract around him before he gives me more. Dracula's fingers stroke my ass, still wet from my own juices. A finger begins to penetrate my hole, causing me to climax on his cock inside. He fills me up then slowly withdraws to the point of almost pulling out. As he enters me again, my pussy and ass lock on to him, wishing that he would remain there forever.

Suddenly, he pulls away completely. "Dracula!, anyone can see me", I whisper, silently wishing that someone would. But now his hot tongue is on my tiny asshole while he fucks my pussy with his finger. Waves of orgasm descend upon me again. Dracula's cock penetrates my ass this time. He has prepared me well so I readily let him in. He holds my hips and begins to fuck me frantically... His balls pound my pussy with vengeance. He is so hard... his fucking is wild! My body shakes from the power of him. I am crazy for him... Now it is my fingers which vibrate my pussy. I come all over them as he fills my ass with all of his warmth. I collapse on my bed, never again to doubt the legend of Dracula.

As I turn my head I feel his warm lips on my neck. His mouth is open wide covering most of one side as his tongue moves against my skin. I moan and then lurch as I feel the twinge of four canines biting into my soft throat as my legs begin to shake and my warm blood flows out to be lapped by his tongue as he sucks. The first pain is replaced by a wave of pleasure passing through my body. I can feel myself slipping, slipping closer to unconsciouness and the living death that I will now share with him. Sinking farther and farther as he slashes his wrist on the bed post top and holds it to my lips letting some of his blood seep into my mouth. I can taste it’s coppery saltiness. As I slowly close my eyes and sink into darkness I know that each night from now on, I will join him on his endless hunt.


***************Dear Diary*************
Death of the Gradiatrix Necrobabe (I got to be all 3 female victims, woohoo)

Arrive in LA and going to Disney. Yes it is a fantasy world, but not the right kind of fantasy for this chinese necrobabe. I can’t wait to get back to the hotel, we have a bungalo and it is secluded from the others. A little noise will not be noticed. Good thing, tonight the gladiatrix meets her fate in the arena.

The doors of the cells swing open and we all file out to a large room with a number of long wooden tables. The women warriors sit at one side of the room and the males on the other. I can see Matthius, a tall good looking male from Helvetia on the other side. I fancy him quite a bit since three rotations ago in the arena i spent the night with him. I remember the silk gown and perfumed waters and his warm body on and in mine. I hope we can be together again. I also pray to the goddess that she not have me in the same mass fight as he is in. I could not bare to kill him. I know it would either be to fight to kill or we would both die and i do want to survive and go home.

The meal is typical and undescribable. I can not even tell if it is meet or grain. It has a singular taste to it that is totally bland. Tonight there will be fruit and fresh vegetables and roasted beef and all the wine we can drink then we will be paired for the night. We can sleep late and will not be separated until about an hour before the fight just before sunset. My thoughts are still on the body of Matthius as we go out into the training ground. Suddenly i feel the sting of Maledor's whip across my back. I can feel the welt with my hand but i refuse to allow tears to flow. "Julliandra you whore, get you mind working, or i'll have you killed now rather than giving the citizens a bad show"

After two hours of drills, we are led off and separated again. The women are taken to a bath. It is the first any of us has had in many days. Well since the last time we fought in the arena. The perfumed waters are warm and feel so good on my bare skin. I see how pale i am under all the dirt. The guards watch closely as i soap and wash my breasts and between my thighs. With my eyes closed i can pretend it is Matthius's hand and not my own and i know not all the dampness there is the water from the bath. When we exit and dry, we get our gowns. Mine is long and a pale green. My shoulder length blonde hair looks good resting on it, as it matches my emerald eyes. My breasts push the fabric out from my flat belly and my hardening nipples strain at the fabric. My rounded feminine arse is hugged by the silk that outlines each of my curves.

We file into the meeting hall. There are tables of food and drink and ......the males. I look around hoping to see him. My eyes finally meet his, Matthius is coming toward me. He reaches out his hand selecting me to be with him for the evening. My heart pounds in my chest. His touch is like fire to me, my thighs are ignited and i can feel the juices rising within me. He leads me to the food. We fill bowls with fruit and meat and vegetables and take two goblets of wine. We find an area away from most with a pile of skins and pillows and sit and begin eating.

His hands touch me from time to time heightening my desire for him. His fingers walk up and down my inner thing and his fingertip circles my nipples outline on my gown. The food is wonderful. We gorge ourselves on it as it may be the last we ever taste just as each others touch may be the last kind touches we ever feel. After 3 or 4 goblets of wine our mouths and hands are roaming each others bodies. His hands feel warm as they slip under my gown and over my bare skin. His skin feels warm to my cool hands. My heart feels like it could explode inside me it pounds so hard as his hand slips between my willing legs and his finger rubs along my slit. I pull the gown up over my hips and torso and over my head. My firm tits bounce as they are freed from their confinement.

His toga is likewise removed and his manhood stands hard and throbbing and ready. I can not help but wrap my hand around its heat and feeling it throb on my palm. I press my lips to his our tongues meet as I lower to my back savoring his weight on top of me. My thighs separate as he moves between then and i help him spread my pussy for the delightful stretch of his first penetration. Soon i feel his size filling me inside, stretching my walls and the friction of him moving against them. My muscles shudder and contract as my passion grows to my pleasures release. His lips surround my nipples as he kisses and suckles at them. I have the first of what will be 7 orgasms this night. After his seed has filled me, he lays with his manhood still filling me til it is once again limp and withdraws of its own accord from my hot wet pussy. An act that will be repeated several times this night also.

I lay snuggled in his strong tanned arms dreaming of freedom and having him with me forever. Being my husband, my lover, the father of my children. He whispers to me. "If we have to fight on the morrow, i will gladly allow you to win and kill me so that your life will continue". I frown, "no my love, you can't. They would know and if suspected even, would kill us both. You must try to win and if need be kill me as i will you if i have too. Let us hope that we don't have to fight."

Through the night we talk and make love and fall deeper into love. We make promises to each other that if we must fight we will each try our best. Sunrise comes to soon. We stay in our nest away from the other until late in the day when the guards round up the males and move them out. Then the women are taken to the armory. We are stripped of our gowns and told that tonight the patrons have demanded fights among naked contenders. We each are given a weapon. Mine is a trident.

Finally, it is time, we march out into the arena. Men from the north and women from the south. We can hear the crier call the way the fight will be for the evening. It is to be a free for all. Find an opponent and fight, only two can fight at a time, no ganging up. We make the traditional salute and separate and spread in the arena awaiting the trumpet to start the fight. The roar is deafening as we stand there. I see Matthius on the far side of the arena. Then the sound of the trumpet cuts the air.

I run to the first person i see. I know her, her name is Gieselle and she is a gaul. She is taller than i and dark haired. Her tits are large and round and her nipples are also large and harder than a dinar coin. Her belly is flat and hard and her ass barely quivers when she walks. She is armed with a short sword and screams something in gaellic as i approach. I think it be a curse from the look on her lovely face. Her eyes almost glow as she swings her sword which i deflect with my trident.

Parries and thrusts are exchanged over and over. My hands sting from the vibration on the handle of the trident from her strikes. Stupidly i let my mind wander, but i am snapped back by a stinging on the back of my right thigh. I look down and see the end of a gash and feel the warmth spreading down my leg toward my knee. I can see my blood on the blade of Gieselle's sword. My leg quivers a little and i drop to one knee, Gieselle thinks she sees her opening and rushes toward me. Just at the right time, I drop to my back and plant the handle of the trident in the dirt. Her momentum carries her onto the sharp tines. The middle one about an inch directly above her navel, and the others three inches to either side. I can see the skin depress before it is torn assunder and the tines begin to sink into her guts.

Her motion, my lifting, and the immoveability of the trident in the dirt lifts her off her feet as the tines slide even deeper into her soft guts. Blood is pouring from the three wounds as she screams and her feet kick and her legs tremble as she is lifted overhead and thrown to the ground behind me. The handle snaps off the trident and she lays on her back on the ground squirming her belly covered with blood and dirt. The head of the trident stuck deeply in her belly with some of her guts protruding from the large tears they have made in her. She breathes in gasps as i take the sword from her hand.

I kneel on her lower abdomen and raise the sword above my head with both hands. I drive them down and hear the cracking and splintering of her sternum and the blade smashes through it and shatters the bone. Her eyes roll up in the immense pain of the moment and a gasping sigh emits from her. Her whole body trembles for a short time as blood spurts from her chest from her severed heart. Finally, her body stills and her eyes stare into space. She is dead. She looks calm and peaceful in death.

I have had the first kill,and according to the rules can not attack anyone until there is another who is not fighting. I stand and watch as the guards drive a hook through Gieselles left tit into her chest and pull her limp lifeless body through the dirt to the crocodile pit and toss her in. I can hear the noise as they fight over her tasty body and rip it to pieces. The animals have to be fed and the Romans do not waste good meat on them. I hear a scream and see another fall. I rush over to engage the winner, now slightly rested, the blood not so freely flowing from my thigh now.

Oh no, it's Corina, my best friend. She only looks at me and mouths the word "sorry" and charges at me with a wide swinging blow. I block it with my sword and return the blow. Back and forth we parry and thrust and lay on blows for over an hour. We are each very tired, but my short rest before our engagement has proven to be the deciding point. Corina musters her strength and thrusts high. I duck under her thrust and drive my sword into her soft supple skin. I catch her directly in the navel. I feel the resistance of her skin and then the smooth slide through her guts and the grind against her spine as the point stands out her back. She screams as her head lays back and her eyes roll up.

Without thinking, i twist the sword and rip it from her body. She stands for an instant and her hands hold the gaping wound trying to hold her guts and blood in her body as her life is oozing from her. She slowly sinks to her knees with a look of agonizing pain in her face. I can't believe what i have done to my best friend as i look at her blood on my sword, hand and arm. She gasps and looks at me pleadingly, "end it fast," she gasps. She is wavering on her knees as i rapidly swing my sword. There is what looks to be a thin red line around her pretty neck until blood gushes from it and her body violently shakes and her head tumbles to the dirt of the arena floor. Her eyes look at peace as it lays there looking at it's once beautiful body twitching as it lays headless in front of her.

Suddenly there is a great roar from the crowd. I look around. Across the arena i can see that there is only one more competitor. During the time Corina and i fought, all the others were killed. I walk toward the figure slowly, sword in hand. As i approach i can tell it is a male, very dirty and covered with blood. Finally, at 20 feet i see ......on no please by the goddess let it not be true......it's Matthius. He appears uninjured it looks like it is others blood that covers him. The only thing i dreaded has now come true. I hope he remembers our vow. One of us must die, but we shall await the other in the Elesian fields.

We cross swords and whisper to remember the vow to each other with a hushed low "I love you." We begin trading blows and i can feel his strength in his blows. I am nearly spent and am no match for his strength and must rely on a quick solution and luck to win. My mind is filled with the fact to ever go home, i must kill the man i love and for the man i love to live, i must die.

His blows are sapping my strength as we continue trading them. Then, he slips in the loose dirt of the arena and drops to a knee. I rush toward him and prepare to strike an overhead blow. My mind is suddenly filled with pain. My eyes roll and i hear a scream exit my throat. I look down to see the skin of my belly depressed around his sword as it has penetrated about 2 inches into my gut about an inch above my navel. His face has a horrible look as i see my momentum make me slide down his blade as i feel the hardness cut through my guts and then feel the pain of the point as it punches through the skin of my back. I hang impaled on his sword up to the hilt my blood warming my lower belly and trickling down my thing. I can feel my vagina growing wet and contracting as my brain rejoices in the saving of my lover.

I can see him look at my blood as it coats his hand his face in dispair. I can only whisper "I love you" as i drop to my knees. I waver and fall backwards my blond hair being matted by the bloody dirt of the arena. I can see the sword handle move as i breathe in short gasping sighs. The pain is enormous as my eyes wander aimlessly around the arena and back to his face and the sword in my belly. I can feel my arms and legs twitch beyond my control and my firm ass grinding into the dirt with the squirming of my body.

I see him lean and see that he has picked up my sword. He comes closer and draws back the sword to thrust. I know he will make it as quick and painless as he can. As my mind pictures the home i never shall again see, his thrust starts forward but as the damned fates would have it, my pain wracked body convulses and he misses my heart. Instead, the point penetrates through my left nipple and tit and slices through them grinding on my rib as it slides into and through my lung before scraping the inside of my shoulder blade.

The pain is very great, but i can not scream. I am too weak, i can feel the taste of blood in my mouth as more and more of it flow up into my mouth from my lung and makes it hard to breathe. I can barely see his face, i want to see his face, oh please by the goddess i am so scared let me die seeing his face. He lifts me cradling me in his arms. I can see tears in his eyes as he looks on my pain filled eyes and bloody body with the two swords sticking out of it.

I see a dagger in his hand as he press the point to the outside of my right tit and angles it so it will pass under my breastbone and into my heart ending my pain. I feel the sharp pain of it's penetration and the coldness of it as it slide through my tit and between my ribs and the explosion of my heart as it penetrates it, i can still see his face as i feel new warmth spurt onto my chest and then...................


***************Dear Diary**************
The necrogroom is sacrificed to the lust gods

Mattius was a prisoner of the Amazon tribe of Queen Hypatia. He was a handsome young man barely 22 with long brown hair, blue eyes the color of the sky in mid summer and muscles befitting a god. He stands over 6 feet tall and has a flat hard stomach. Were it not that this was amazon country, he would have been the target of desire of every woman in the realm.
Juliana is a high priestess of the tribe. She is a tall blonde just under 6 foot with more than ample breasts and a lithe and willowy but athletic body. She has been chosen to be the one to sacrifice the prisoner Mattius to the goddess Gaia. From the moment she has set eyes on him, Juliana has been jealous that it will be Gaia that will be the recipient of the pleasure of Mattius's body for eternity.
Two amazon warriors bring Mattius to the place of sacrifice. They strip him naked his body quivers slightly in the coolness of the evening as the light of the torches reflects off his skin making his muscles seem to ripple. They lay him face up on the cold stone altar and tie his wrists and ankles to the rings which are securly fastened to the stone. It is still an hour before the annoited time of the sacrifice and Juliana arrives on the scene early.
She has decided this male will not die without sharing his body with her. She approaches in his field of vision and with a gentle shrug of her shoulders lets her gown drop over her shoulders to her feet and steps out. She stand in his vision naked, her firm ample breasts bounce free of her gown and her sun darkened skin glimmers in the torchlight. It is obvious from the instant erection of Mattius's manhood that he has not seen such a sight as Juliana before. She approaches his helpless form and kisses him gently before climbing onto the altar and straddling his hips while guiding him to the warm moist entrance of her heaven. Her body moves like a cat driving him into and out of her body as she moans at his impalement of her.
From the corner of her eye she sees the queen enter and knows it is time, but her body has not yet been satisfied. She keeps up her motions on him as she reaches for the sacrificial instrument of the tribe, a two edged knife. looking like a crawling serpent. It is also a favored weapon of the amazons for close fighting.
Her movements and the sensation of her hard nipples and firm breasts on his body drive Mattius to a peak. Just as his warm seed is released into her, she plunges the sacrificial knife into his stomach and through the soft guts below his firm skin until it divides his spinal cord. His legs and arms twitch as his eyes look at hers with the passion still showing as they slowly glaze.

**********Dear Diary*********
There was a thunderstorm last night and I had the strangest dream. This one is even farther out than most my dreams and a little hard to play, but then a again some headboards are possible to make a makeshift cross and we do have all this blood::::grins::::

Juli sat at her desk, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her deep
brown hair shone in the light of the white covered lamp on the table behind her.
The room was otherwise dark, and the dark wall covering furthered devoured light
and sound. Outside the thunder rorared, and the spears of lightning shattered
the darkness. Rain pounded the window, and sounded its warning on the roof.
The wind howled like an anguished soul.
Then the lamp flickered and went out, plunging the room into inky blackness.
Juli cursed and fumbled in her drawer for a match. There were several candles,
if she felt the need for light. But the dark was so comforting. She sat,
holding the matches, considering. Light a candle or love the darkness?
"Light the match." came a soft feminine voice from somewhere in the room.
Juli shrieked softly, and lit the match quickly, looking around. But the
room was empty. She lit a candle. Its dim flickering cast shadows on the wall
that danced to some pagan beat she couldn't hear. And the room was empty.
"Turn around."
Juli turned quickly, but there was only her reflection in the mirrored glass.
Nothing else. But it was enough. The Juli in the mirror was not the Juli who
stared, wide eyed and horrified.
The Juli of the mirror was covered in scars, bloody rents that oozed blood.
Her dark hair was stained with blood, and her eyes were filled with ancient
pain. Her clothes were torn, old, blood soaked rags that barely covered her
emaciated and injuried body.
But she was smiling. A grim, dark smile, full of dark wisdom shone on her
battered face. And then she reached forward with one hand. The glass rippled
like water, and her bloody hand passed through the glass, and latched onto
Juli's wrist. With unearthly strength, the apparition yanked Juli through the
glass, and into darkness.
Juli found herself on the ground, staring into the blood soaked earth. The
air was smoky and hot, and filled with screams of pain and mad haunted laughter.
Sticky gore matted the earth, and stained her hands and legs as she struggled to
her feet.The hideous wounded mirror Juli stood watching, her smile wider.
"Come, Juli, there is much to be done, and little time to do it. I am the
Darkness within, and it is time. Time for the cleansing. Come."
And frightened, yet oddly excited, Juli followed her dark doppelganger
through a twisted wasteland of blood and smoke, of corpses and distant screams.
All was darkness, save for the occasional campfire, around which gaunt human
forms shivered.
"Look around you. These are the Fallen ones, the Broken, the shattered, and
the mangled by life. This is the In Between Place, the dark haven for the Lost.
This is your place, Broken Angel, Shattered Seraphim. Their blood flows in your
veins. But you are special. Your pain is clearer, purer, more passionate. You
wonder perhaps how I know?"
She turns to look at Juli with a smile equal parts pity and madness.
"I am your Pain. Come and be made pure in pain."

Ahead is the cross. It is no wooden structure, but rather a jagged metal
frame formed of razor blades and rusted iron. Blood stains its every surface,
old brown gore splashed on the ground before it. It reeks of coppery death and
fear and pain. It is a place of cleansing, a terrible altar of pain.
Pain steps forward, turning to you, extending a bloody hand.
"Come to me."
You step forward, eyes locked on the terrible cross, the bloody frame a
symphony of fear and pain. You step into Pain's arms, and with incredible
strength, she lifts you and slams you hard against the frame. Jagged blades
pierce your skin, tearing your back, flaying your skin. Pain gestures and a
jagged snake of barbed wire leaps from the shadows to lash around your right
wrist, then another your left. They wrap tightly, gouging deeply into delicate
flesh, tearing, drawing blood, drinking in your pain.
The Pain steps back, and the white hot pain turns red and wet as you slide
against the rusty blades, a scream torn from your lips. The barbed wire digs
mercilessly into your flesh. Your head pounds with the force of the exquisite
agony.
Then other serpents of jagged wire emerge from the darkness, wrapping around
your legs, tightly, constricting, then around your waist and breasts, digging
deep, drinking in your sweet blood. A serpent wraps around your forehead,
gashing it, dripping blood into your eyes, down into your mouth, giving you a
final drink of sweet life. Pain is the eternal now, so hot, so cold, a sensual
lover that knows every inch of you.
A probe of hot wire slides slowly up your vagina, barbed wire tearing into
your inner walls, lacerating your clit as it rapes you, in and out, bloody and
exquisite, the pain now beyond understanding, becoming a warm wash of madness.
Your body responds, flushing even as it bleeds, fluids dripping from your
mangled slit to mix with the crimson flow dripping to the ground.
The Pain unravels a whip made of cord and shattered glass. She smiles and
nods to you. Then she brings her arm forward, lashing the hellish whip against
your body, shredding flesh, tearing away a gouge of flesh from your belly. A
second stroke across your legs lays them open, blood flowing like water as you
feel yourself slipping away. The pain as she lashes you again and again,
tearing your breasts, your throat, your face...
Then into the icy depths you fall, into the unknown, into Death.

Upon the cross, Juli's head slumps forward as she dies.
The Pain steps up to the cross, and gently kisses Juli's torn lips.

********Dear Diary******
I’ve been very good, so it is amazon night again. It isn’t just my favorite but is Matt’s also. I think I will put this from his point of view. It is always fun with knives and such because he has so many toys he uses for the ren fairs he has been to. One thing I have noticed about honeymoons, People do not go on them for rest :::grins::::

Tis morning, and i am out with my two dogs when i spot HER. An amazon bathing in a river aparently with only a dagger for a weapon. I stop and look at her naked body as it glistens in its wetness in the morning sun. Suddenly, she knows i'm here, she looks but can't see me, but intuitively rises to run and spread the alarm. I wave a signal to the dogs and they bound after her. For speed, there is not contest and soon each of the mastifs has sunk its large fangs into a soft thigh and tasted her blood. They drag her down, her thighs ripped and bleeding from their fangs. I catch up to them and call them off before they rip her apart.


She lays on the ground whimpering and shivering as i reach down and grab her by the hair. Lifting her head from the ground i notice she is very tall, perhaps 6 feet. On her ripped thigh is a tattoo, i think it might be her clan symbol, a giraffe. She has long straight black hair to the middle of her back and large breasts with nipples on the upper portion. Her breasts jiggle as she breathes in shortened gasps. Her eyes look from me to the dogs and back.


My manhood was already aroused by watching her in the water. I lift her head and force it between her pouty lips as a hold my dagger to her lovely throat. She parts her lips slightly and i slide all the way in gagging her with the filling of her sweet throat. The more her wet warm mouth moves on my hot throbbing cock, the harder it gets, til i pull it from her mouth and put my foot against her left boob and push her backwards onto her back on the ground. I shove her legs apart and kneel between her legs and lift me kilt and put the tip of my cock against her pussy lips as i grip the sides of her hips in my large hands and drive deep into her moist hot chamber.


I begin to drive in and out of her as i wrap her bleeding legs around me. Soon her back arches and her hips rise to meet me but my weight and the driving of my cock into her pounds her ass against the ground trying to bury it there. She moans as her breasts bounce with my thrusts. I lower myself so that her full breasts bounce against my chest and her nipples almost rub my skin off with their hardness. I reach behind me and draw out my knife with the clan symbol on the handle. Her eyes are closed and my mouth covers hers as is slowly slide it into her belly from about 2" to the left of her navel angling it toward her center.


At first the skin only indents but then it is torn and makes a short ripping sound followed by a small squishing sound as it slides deeper and deeper into her belly and guts. My mouth covers hers and muffles all sounds with gasps exchanged with me like breaths. My eyes see hers open wide and see the inevitablity of death in them


I continue drilling my cock in and out of her as i begin to use the knife just as a cock, pushing it in and out of her as her back arches in orgasm as the knife severs the top of her vagina. Her movesments combined with the squeezing of her muscles on my cock pull the hot steaming cum from me making it flow deep into her, while i move the knife around side to side and up her belly and down causing a large flow of blood from her belly.


I pull the knife with a twist as some of her guts try to ooze through the hole. Her body shakes and trembles as my cum is still draining into her. I pull out and move up her body leaving a thin trail of cum up the inside of her thigh and pubic patch and across her belly. I stand to admire my work. Her breasts rise and fall her nipples are like rock. I take some rope from my horse and retrieve her dagger. I cut the rope in half and tie part to each ankle, then throw the ends over a tree branch and pull her up spreadeagled til her head is just about a foot off the ground with her legs spread wide and tie off the ropes. Her long hair dragging on the ground as it becomes matted with bloody mud.


I run my hands over her body starting with the wound in her flat belly. My bloody hands leaving their trace on her chest and boobs as well as her thighs. My hands rub roughly over her pussy lips between her widely spread thighs. I have gotten much joy from this bitch but it is time to end it and get to other business.


I take my sword and drive it into her just below the base of the sternum. From my standing position, it angles through her passing through her diaphragm and out her back but misses her heart. The body swings, her hair dragging through the blood soaked dirt. One of my mastifs snaps out and grinds her breast in his jaws turning it to a bloody pulp. Her eyes roll but the scream dies in the frothy blood coming from her lungs. Damn, i thought, this bitch won't just die. Her body is still shuddering and her eyes rolling in terror and pain.


I kneel down and grab her hair with my left hand and pulling her upper body up toward me and resting her shoulders on my knee. I lean and kiss her lips gently and as i do, my right hand presses my dagger blade against the middle of her neck on the side. As my kiss sucks breath from her and i taste the blood on her lips, i shove the knife through her neck and out the other side with the blade edge facing the front. I pull back from the kiss and as i pull the knife out, i rip it forward severing her trachea and esophagus along with the arteries and veins. Her body jerks, twists and writhes the head just held on by her spinal cord her lifeless pupils dialted fully. Her head wobbles as she swings. A large pool of blood is forming under her as i walk away.


I decide to leave her weapon with her, but where can i leave it so if anyone does decide to bury her they can put it with her. I finally decide and take her dagger and spread her pussy lips with it and thrust it down into the sheath of her vagina. Pulling it out once as i see cum and blood flow down the shinny blade then resheathing it deep into her still wet and warm vagina.

Dear Diary*******
Always been afraid of snakes now I am doing an asphyx with Matt. Well he plays the snake too (we have a fake 9 foot long one but his arms do the squeezing)

I had never told Juli about the snuff fantasies, of course. She would learn of that only now, in the final hours of her young life.
The snake was coiled beneath the bed, silent, uncaged, waiting. I could barely lift it, but that was good, because Juli was a fighter, and the snake would need its weight to conquer her.
I draped the immense reptile across Juli's flat belly, and she shrieked as she felt its cold scales against her hot body. Naturally, she tried to sit up, but by raising her torso off the bed, she gave the snake what it wanted: a chance to slip behind and circle her waist. From that moment, Juli was doomed. With her wrists bound, she could not resist; the snake could take its time with her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Juli cried. "For God's sake, get this fucking thing OFF me!" I just smiled and shook my head. The snake continued to wrap itself around Juli's beautiful body, adding a coil just below her small, hard breasts.
I saw the shock and anger in her eyes become fear as the snake began to squeeze. It constricted around her very slowly; this was an animal which was practically designed to torture gorgeous young women to death. Now Juli felt the pressure on her belly. She felt the serpent's coils close slowly around her ribcage. She could still breathe just fine, but it was becoming clear to her that the snake was going to squeeze the life from her as I watched. She would make no more demands. Now she would beg.
"Please, don't do this." Her eyes were full of tears. "Oh, God, I don't want to die!"
"I know," I replied. "That's what makes this so sexy." The snake circled her once more, establishing a third coil just above her breasts. Her pink nipples, which had been hard from our foreplay, had not yet detumesced.
With its third coil in place, the snake controlled Juli's torso completely. From neck to navel, its thick, green helixes covered everything but her sleek, stiff-nippled breasts. Now the squeezing grew more insistent.
"Please," Juli gasped. Her breathing was labored; she was in obvious pain. "You'll never fuck me again. Won't you miss my body?"
It was a worthy effort, but a futile one. I had scored with one Princess; I knew I could score with others. Princessses are an infinitely renewable resource; they make a new one whenever they wish. And then there are swimsuit models, lingerie models. Sure, I'd miss fucking her. But there were plenty of other hot bodies to fuck, to torture, to snuff.
Juli fell back onto the bed, unable to remain upright any longer. She was asphyxiating beautifully. Each time she exhaled, the coils drew just a little tighter, making it that much harder for her to draw a new breath. Her breathing was very shallow now; she was hardly getting any air at all. I very much doubted that she could speak at this point, which was a shame, because I had hoped to hear her beg for her life once more.
To my surprise and delight, however, Juli did manage to beg one more time, though she used no words. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled her knees up towards her chest. Her legs separated, and she opened her thighs in a very un-Princess kind of pose. Beneath her small tuft of black pubic hair, she was smooth and bald, tight and inviting, still moist with unfulfilled need. Here at the end, she was trying to buy her life with the only coin she had left.
Most men would have been inside her in an instant, but her lascivious display had a somewhat different effect on me. I reached under the bed once more, this time for the plastic cage containing my cobra. The constrictor had done an admirable job on Juli so far; now it was time for its venomous cousin to contribute to her suffering.
I placed the box between Juli's thighs as she held her legs open for me. Carefully lifting the box's door, I pressed the opening up against Juli's open, pink flower.
It didn't take long for her convulsions to attract the cobra. It opened its jaw wide, sinking its fangs into the warm, soft flesh surrounding her cunt. Juli was too strangled to scream or even to whimper, but she kicked her legs to show her pain.
I let the snake pump her full of venom, let it empty itself into her sweet twat. At last it released her, and fell, exhausted, onto the floor of its plastic box. I carefully resealed the box and placed it under the bed, where the cobra could recharge itself
The cobra had bracketed Juli's tight, pink slit with four tiny, perfect holes. I entered her quickly, before her cunt had time to swell shut from the venom. Inside I discovered paradise. I've always found Juli to be a good, tight fuck; she does special exercises to keep herself that way. But now, as the cobra venom coursed through her cunt meat, her inner walls became swollen. I had never felt such agonizingly divine tightness. I couldn't move inside her at all; I couldn't even withdraw. I was locked inside Juli's body, and only our mutual orgasm would release me.
Juli's tortured body fucked me as it never had before. There was nothing holding her back now, no barriers, no ego, no mind. There was only raw, pure physical sensation. The venom produced incredible cunt twitches, and of course, she was still on the verge of strangling to death. I reached up to caress her soft, smooth breasts one last time, and heard a rib crack. It wouldn't be long now.
Juli's eyes rolled back into her skull; her tongue slipped out of her mouth, and a long line of drool trickled down her cheek. She was going into shock from the venom, and her body was quivering from head to toe.
Juli exhaled one last time, tried to draw another breath, couldn't. I felt her die around me. Her long, black hair was arrayed about her face like a dark halo; she had never been more beautiful. Gratefully, I came into her twitching cunt. We relaxed together, as lovers do.

********dear diary*******

found a use for that kids toy saw. Wow and what a use. Hehe


It was another fantastic night at Club X. As always, the world changed the moment we walked through that door. We were suddenly in a place where everything was permitted. All around us, gorgeous young women were being brutally tortured. Many would not survive this night. Indeed, I might not survive this night. My nipples tightened slightly at that thought.

"Hey, Matt!" someone called out. "Check it out! We finally got that table saw set up."

Matt led me over to the new saw. It was really nice, a top of the line Black and Decker model. Matt had told me all about it. Now he whistled. "Boy, that's a beaut. So, are we gonna try it out tonight?"

"You bet!" his friend replied. "There's a drawing in half an hour, to see which lucky girl gets to break it in."

"That's great! Come on, Juli."

I swallowed nervously. My throat was dry; my heart was pounding beneath my naked breasts. "Um, where are we going, Matt?"

"To enter you in the drawing," he answered calmly.

"Oh! Um, OK..." There was a sudden wetness between my thighs; my legs felt weak. Tonight could really be my last night on earth!

Matt handed my chit to the club secretary. She smiled at me. "So, you're in the drawing to break in the table saw, Juli?"

"Ulp! It looks that way," I replied nervously. "Um, how many other girls have been entered so far?"

"Just two, I'm afraid. But there's still half an hour left to go. Are you sure you want her in, Matt? If I don't get a few more chits, it's likely to be her."

"Leave her in," Matt said, sealing my fate. There was nothing I could do. I had joined the club willingly, and those were the rules: if my number came up, I would die on that table. I had no right to complain. Matt had been a wonderful master to me. He had brought me into the club six months ago, and he rarely entered me in drawings. I had managed to stay alive longer than most women do at Club X, and those six months had been the most wonderful of my life. Time and time again I had feasted on the succulent roasted flesh of other club girls. If it was finally my turn, I promised myself that I would die with courage and dignity.

"If they don't draw your number tonight, we'll just watch, Juli," Matt promised. "you can suck my dick while the girl gets sawed. Then we'll go home. I'm sure taking part in a three-girl drawing will give you enough excitement for one night!"

"Um, yeah...listen, Matt, what if they do draw my number?" I said. I was beginning to panic.

"God, I hope they do!" Matt enthused. "I'm sure they'll let me do the cutting, Juli. Just think of it. What an incredible fuck! A hundred razor sharp steel cocks thrusting in and out of you each second! Doesn't that sound great?"

As scared as I was, I had to admit that it DID sound great. My naked, hairless pussy was glistening with arousal. Some of the other girls glanced at me with knowing smiles. Women here were forbidden clothing; when we were in heat, everybody knew about it.

"Um, Matt?" I whispered.

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm really glad you put my number in for the drawing. The thought of being sawn in half is really turning me on. Um, would you mind fucking me? If they draw my number, this could be our last chance."

"That's a good point. OK, bend over the table saw," he commanded.

"With my face right up against the blade?" I protested.

"Yeah. I want you to think about it while I'm fucking you. Imagine it entering you. Imagine that it's the saw blade, not my cock, that's fucking you."
"Oh, yeah..." I spread my legs wide, planted my heels and bent down low, offering my tight ass and cunt to my master. He chose the latter, which was nice, because it's easier for me to come when he fucks my pussy, although I do like the pain which ass fucking brings.

He pushed me down onto the table, mashing my breasts against the cold, hard steel. My face was right up against the blade; I could see how sharp the teeth were. I thought about how easily it would slice through my tender young cunt, how it would go up into my abdomen, how it would churn up my intestines. It wouldn't get to any vital organs right away; if Matt went really slowly, I might last a while. With that realization, I came powerfully. When I looked up, flushed and excited, everyone was clapping. I turned bright red. I must have screamed as I came!

Matt grunted and pumped a load of semen into me. "God! I'll miss that cunt of yours, Juli."


"True enough. See you later, girls! Come on, Juli, it's almost time for the drawing."

"Hey," the blonde whispered to the redhead as we walked by, "I heard that after they slice the winner in half, they're gonna cook her!"

"If one of us gets enslaved to replace the victim, we'll get to join the feast!" the redhead realized.

"Our first taste of girl meat!" the blonde cried out. "Oh, I hope we do get enslaved tonight!"

"How old would you say those girls are, Matt?" I asked him.

"Nineteen, twenty, maybe. Definitely nice, fresh meat. We've been getting a lot of college freshmen and sophomores in here lately. Of course, we've already eaten most of the senior class, so I guess it makes sense that we're starting to get younger meat now.

Matt took his seat for the drawing, and I climbed nervously onto the stage. The other two entrants were already there. They looked really scared. "Is it just the three of us?" I whispered.

"Yeah." One of the participants in the drawing was a voluptuous Latin woman with black hair which fell straight down to her ass. The other was a thin, big-busted blonde with a good tan.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the secretary announced. "We're now ready for the table saw drawing! There are only three girls entered, so each of these lovely young things stands a very real chance of getting sawed in half tonight! And the winner is..." I held my breath as she reached into the box. I ached to have Matt inside me again; the tension and excitement was driving me crazy! I'd never been in a drawing this small before...only three girls, and one of us was going to die! I realized suddenly that I was very scared. I didn't want to die! Oh, God, Matt...!

I never even heard them call my number. I just knew, somehow, that it was me. And then Matt was on the stage, leading me to the table as everyone cheered. I was shivering. He kissed me deeply, a goodbye kiss, and helped me onto the table. I wanted to beg for my life, but I forced myself to be silent. I couldn't dishonor Matt like that. Besides, many young women had died for my entertainment in the past few months. Now that it was finally my turn, it simply wouldn't be ethical for me to refuse. And although I was terrified, I was also excited. Matt was right; it was a tremendously sexy death.

"Are you ready, Juli?" he asked softly.

I swallowed hard. "Ulp! Yeah..."

"Then here goes." He flipped a switch and the blade began to spin. I felt my legs tense up. I could feel the table vibrating. Oh, God, it was really happening!

"I'll go slow, Juli," Matt promised. "Relax and enjoy it."

"I'll try. I love you, Matt."

"I love you too. So long, Juli." He began to push me slowly but firmly towards the spinning sawblade. I felt a slight breeze come off of it, and my naked cunt tingled. It was so close to me now, and I was ready for it...

"Blonde or redhead?" Matt asked suddenly.

"Take the redhead. She does the special exercises," I advised.

"Good call. I'm gonna miss you, Juli."

My whole body was now taut with anticipation. My nipples were turgid with arousal. I had never been so excited in my life. And then he gave me the final push, and I went blind with beautiful pain. A cheer went up from the crowd as the blade tore into my cunt. I saw a great fountain of red go up as my pussy was reduced to carnage. I came then, my last climax, a perfect climax, even as the blade eradicated my clit. That was fine. I no longer needed a clit. I was coming constantly, and it was the best orgasm of my life, because it was the real thing. It was not the little death but the big one, the one that counts. And Matt was still pushing me, pushing me, pushing me relentlessly down onto the blade.

I felt the saw violate my cervix wall, felt it tear into my guts. Oh, shit! The pain was staggering; I had never felt anything like it, although Matt had tortured me extensively in my months at the club. I felt totally ravaged, utterly violated, but it was a good feeling. I was doing my duty as a loyal Club X woman, and that felt wonderful. It also felt pretty fantastic to have the blade inside me. Matt was right; this was the way to go, with a final, spectacular fuck, the fuck of a lifetime.

Slowly the blade worked its way up through my torso. I was losing huge amounts of blood; I had to fight to hold onto consciousness. Looking down, I could see myself, perfectly bisected, sliced in two by Matt's loving hand. It was a deeply satisfying feeling. The bloodstains on this table saw, the first bloodstains, were mine.

The saw was almost up to my sternum now. I felt blackness closing in around me.
"Let's hear it for Juli Seven!" shouted the secretary. "And the Juli Seven memorial Table Saw!"

Oh, how sweet! Everybody cheered. "Remember, we'll be cooking up a whole side of Juli tonight! And the rest of her will be served at our guillotine party next Saturday, so don't miss that!"

I felt warm all over as the blade sliced into my rib cage. I was surrounded by my loving friends, who would feast on my meat. Matt's new redheaded, nineteen year old slave was giving him enthusiastic head as he finished me off. As I looked into his eyes I could tell that he was about to come, and I struggled to hang on until his orgasm. But the blade was so near my heart now...

Suddenly Matt closed his eyes and moaned. He was coming! I relaxed and closed my eyes as the blade sliced through my heart. I had been beautifully butchered, and I was glad


****dear diary******

Sweet virginal Juli, gets hers tonight.


Juli still a virgin, looked up at Matt with apprehensive eyes. He smiled down at her with a barely concealed contempt that made her both revolt against him... and desire him. He told her, without ceremony, to lie face down on the bed, with a pillow under her tits and her ass in the air.

Juli did as instructed, her face pressed into the mattress, a pillow under her chest and her ass high and inviting. She presented a delightful view. Matt once agin marveled at his good fortune. Not only was he going to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass but he was going to be the FIRST to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass. "Are you ready to become a woman, Cunt?" Matt asked.

Juli was having a hard time catching her breath. In this position she realized how vulnerable she was to Matt's advances. All her life she had saved her virginity for her marriage bed. She had fought temptation, and more than one boyfriend, in doing so and now she knew she was going to lose her most precious gift to this evil man. "Tell me how much you want it Juli. Beg me to pop your cherry." Matt taunted. The tears welled up in Juli's eyes as she looked over her shoulder to see Matt idly stroking his manhood. "Please don't make me do this Matt." Juli pleaded. Matt's smile faded as his eyes narrowed. "Now, Bitch, get yourself nice and wet and tell me now how much you want me to fuck you." As Juli resigned herself to the inevitable she heard her own voice begin to beg. "Oh yea baby, I need that nice big Cock. See my pussy? It's all wet just thinking about what you're going to do for me." Juli felt Matt's hand on her backside as he began to knead her cheeks. She jumped as he began to spread her ass open and felt his hot breath on her now exposed pussy. As per his instructions her pussy was leaking profusely. Matt could see her juices begin to run down her thighs. "So you really want my Cock do you?" Matt taunted "Tell me what you want me to do with it." She was such a sight, hunched over a pillow, her ass waving high above the mattress. As she glanced over her shoulder Matt looked into her lovely green eyes framed by her disheveled hair, tears now streaming down her cheeks. "Put it in me Matt" she cried her voice trembling "Put that big Cock inside me and take my cherry. I want to feel it deep inside me." Juli felt first one then two fingers begin to run the length of her now slimy slit. With his other hand Matt separated her lips then inserted two fingers into her pussy. In one stroke he was buried to the knuckle. Matt could feel the membrane of Juli's cherry at the tip of his finger. Sure enough, the Bitch was a virgin. "Not for long" he thought, removing his fingers and wiping his hand with her hair. Taking his Cock in hand he positioned himself at the entrance to her womanhood. "Dear god" she thought "It's really going to happen. This animal is going to take my virginity." A sob racked her body "Please no Matt, don't do this to me. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings..." In mid plea she felt Matt's penis push its way past the lips of her vagina. "Oh Jeannie" he said "Your Cunt feels so wet. Don't tell me you don't want it. This is something you have needed for a long time. It's a crime you haven't shared this hot cunt with any one before now." Juli's mind raced. She had to admit Matt's cock did feel good in her pussy. As he gently but firmly pushed forward the head of his dick soon came up against an obstacle. "This is it" she thought "he's going to do it now. After tonight I'll be ruined." Matt felt his cock head push up against her cherry. Matt hadn't had a virgin since high school and this bitch was tight. If her cunt wasn't so damn wet he would be having a tough time getting in. Juli's pussy felt like a furnace. With only a small part of his cock buried he couldn't wait to be balls deep in this fresh pussy. "Tell me to bury it Juli. Tell me to pop your cherry" Matt said with enthusiasm. Juli couldn't help herself. As much as she hated Matt and what he was forcing her to do she found herself begging this monster to take from her, forever, her precious virginity. "I need it Matt, I need to feel you balls deep in me. Rip me up you bastard, do it now!" she shouted Matt laughed out loud. Taking a hand full of her blond hair he pulled back forcing her head up and arching her back in the process. "What a delicious sight" he thought. Pulling back slightly he took a deep breath then pushed hard. What ever small pleasure Juli may have felt ended abruptly as Matt tore through her virginity. The pain took her by surprise but in a moment she felt Matt's large balls slap against her pussy flesh and she knew she had taken all of him. The feeling of fullness was incredible! In a way she was proud of herself. She had taken all 8" of him. Matt began to pull out but quickly slid back home. He began to build a rhythm gradually taking longer and longer strokes until he has sheathing and unsheathing his full 8" on each stroke. Releasing his hold on her hair Matt reached around and began fingering her now fully erect clit. "Oh my" Juli gasped as she felt Matt's fingers manipulate her clit. "This feels fantastic!" With each pounding stroke Juli could feel something building in her. Her pussy was leaking buckets around Matt's pounding cock and his fingers felt incredible. Juli felt the first wave of her orgasm roll over her. Matt kept sliding his hot, hard cock in and out of Juli's spasming pussy. "The bitch is finally getting into it" he thought. As her orgasm began to ebb he pulled his now dripping fingers from her slit. Looking down he saw her pink ass hole wink at him. Juli was moaning softly and pushing back with each stroke. Matt pulled all but his cock head out of her pussy. As one hand kneaded her ass cheek he casually drew his wet fingers to her puckering ass hole. As he gently pushed forward his slick finger popped past her sphincter muscle. Juli froze. What was he doing? She hated the feeling of his finger in her ass hole. "No Matt, that's sick" she complained "Just fuck me, it feels so good." "Shut up bitch" Matt growled "One more hole left to test." Juli's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't be thinking of that. Please god don't let him be thinking of that! But she knew that he was. Matt's finger was sawing in and out of her puckering hole. Before she knew it he had two fingers imbedded in her tightest of holes. Dear god how could she ever fit Matt's big cock in her tiny little ass? Matt was not to be dissuaded though. As he removed his fingers she heard and felt him spit into her ass hole. Juli felt Matt pushing his cock head against her rosebud. It felt like a baseball bat. Instinctively she clenched her muscles. "Better relax" Matt laughed "Its going in, one way or the other, but it will hurt a lot less if you just relax." Matt pushed a little harder. "This bitch was tight" he thought. As he put a little more weight into it he felt the head of his cock push past her tight muscle. He paused for a moment to let her get accustomed to the feeling. He wasn't an animal after all!

Juli tried to catch her breath. Matt's cock felt huge in her back side. There was no way, she was sure, she could ever accept his huge cock in to her ass. The pain was unbearable. He was pushing agin. First one then two inches disappeared into her ass hole. He began to pull back only to push even more into her. As her abused ass hole became accustomed to its intruder the pain began to subside only to be replaced by something that almost seemed like pleasure. "I can't possibly be enjoying this" Juli thought but certainly the initial pain had eased. The friction of Matt's cock sawing in and out of her ass hole was developing heat that was indeed pleasurable. Before she knew it she felt Matt's heavy balls slapping her wet pussy. He was in. She had accepted all of him!

Matt couldn't believe it. Juli had not only taken his full 8" but her ass was pushing back at him. She was looking for more! He knew she would be a hellcat once she got started but this was beyond his wildest dreams. He began deep stroking her. Pulling all the way out until just the head of his cock was left in her tight hole then pushing all the way back in. Juli was actively bucking back at him now. Her moans had turned to grunts as she raced toward yet another orgasm. Matt felt his own orgasm building but he had one final humiliation left for poor Juli. Pulling his throbbing cock free of her tight embrace Matt hurried around to the head of the bed to see a bewildered Juli looking up at him. "Don't stop Matt. I'm almost there." Juli squealed. Pointing his cock at her Matt growled "Open up bitch, I want to cum in your mouth." Juli froze. He was NOT going to put his cock, still slimy from her ass hole, into HER mouth! "Oh no Matt, no way, its filthy!" Juli gasped. Matt smiled. "Not only are you going to do it but your going to beg me to save some cum to spray your pretty faced with." Juli thought she was going to be sick. As Matt stepped closer to the bed she could smell the stink on his cock. She could see the streaks of blood from her pussy, and yes, the brown stains from her ass. Her stomach roiled but she heard herself begging just as he had instructed. "Give me that cock Matt" she began "fill my mouth with your hot cum baby. I want it all. Spray your cum on my face, in my mouth any where you want to, just do it now!"

Matt liked what he heard. As he pressed his cock into her mouth he saw her nose wrinkle up. She was crying agin and he felt more powerful than he had ever felt in his life. He had broken her. Broken the ice queen. Here she was sucking his shit stained cock and begging him to cum all over her. He felt his balls rising up and the muscles in his legs turning to molten lava. As the cum raced up his shaft Matt let out groan. As his cock shot its first load into her mouth he looked into Juli's eyes."Jack it for me baby" Matt moaned "Jack it into your face."

Juli's small hands began milking his spurting cock. Another charge flew into her mouth but she directed the next shot onto her pretty face. It struck her just below her eye and began to run down towards her chin. The following volleys struck her nose and chin. As his orgasm subsided Matt looked down at his handiwork. Juli was a mess. Taking his softening cock in her hand she began to smear his cum all over her face. "I have one last thing for you Juli" Matt said with a smile "I want you to remember this was a pleasant experience. I want you to think of me as someone you can't live without." With that said, Matt rolls her onto her back with his hand wandering her breasts and belly. Juli's eyes close as she moans contentedly. She feels a slight twinge of pain about an inch below her navel and looks down to see a knife in Matt's hand the tip of the blade depressing her taunt smooth skin. Her shoulders start to rise as Matt pushes down the blade. In her ears, she can hear the ripping of her skin and feel the pain as it separates and allows the steel to sink into her soft viscera. Deeper and deeper until it pierces the top of her uterus which begins contracting around it like an orgasm. Deeper and deeper until it scrapes a vertebra in her back. Matt smiles as he begins to move the blade in and out of her and to the sides making the hole even bigger. "We couldn't have you being fucked by anyone else, so my knife is giving you a last loving fuck" Matt says. With that, Matt turns the blade and saws up through Juli's navel making a two inch slit in her belly through which bulges some of her tender viscera. He pulls the blade from her belly and puts the point on her left nipple just a short distance from a glob of cum that had dripped off her face. He shoves it though her nipple severing it and drives it deep into her ample tit and into her lung. The lung tissue offers little resistance and the point sinks until it is against the inside of her shoulder blade. The blood pours from her severed nipple mixing with the cum on her tit. More frothy blood appears at her lips and nose and mixes with the cum on her face and neck as it runs down. Gasping for each breath with one hand trying to hold in her guts, she writhes and squirms on the bed for several minutes until a final deep sigh, an arching of her back followed by it dropping flat as her eyes start their final stare at the ceiling. The memory of Juli's first fuck had truly lasted her a lifetime. The body will join the others Matt has put in the lime pit at the old slaughter house outside town. The sheets are a small sacrifice to be burnt in the apartment incinerator. That old rubber mattress pad mom used when he was little sure has more uses than mom would have imagined.


********dear diary*******

Been real good for a week now, in more ways than one. I’m getting another amazon night, my real favorite.


After a meal and a good night sleep, Matt starts his days hunt. He heads to a nearby river to both gain some water and possibly see a trail. Better than he had hoped, There in the shallow water of the river's edge is a tall blonde woman. On the ground are armor, a shield and weapons. An amazon, he thinks. Quite the beauty too, he observes as he watches her bathe her perfect skin.

She is nearly 5 feet, her breasts full, round, and firm rising to their height from a flat belly and curvaceous hips. Her back has a graceful curve to a rounded butt and long taunt legs. His body reacts as he watches and to any would show he has more interest in this one than to just kill her. "Damn, Gaius didn't say they were beautiful"

He slowly crawls closer as the river drowns out the sounds of his nearly quiet approach. Soon he is no more than six feet from where she will exit. He finds a piece of wood about two inches in diameter by him, part of a branch he thinks. He notices it is ironwood and will not break easily. He watches as she cups her hands and fills them with water and raises them to her ample chest letting the water release to flow over her tits and belly.

She rises and walks from the water toward her belongings on the nearby grass. As she is about to lean over to pick up a tunic, he rushes forward and swings the wood club and strikes the back of her head. Her black hair flies as her head snaps forward and a sick thud is heard. She drops like a rock into the grass, unconscious.

He kneels and his hands move up and down her back and ass and slide between her thighs. Silky soft and warm, her groin turning wet to his touch even in this state. He turns her over to feast his eyes on her nude body. Nipples hard and breasts he can barely depress they are so firm. He has to suckle a nipple as his cock struggles for freedom.

He pulls her up and over his shoulder as he stands and starts toward his cave. He can smell the sweet scent of her skin and her wetness as he walks with his cheek against the soft skin of her hip. He enters the cave as the thistles on the thicket scratch across her bare back and shoulder. Her feet and arms dangle as he walks and then unceremoniously dumps her on the bed of grasses he made last night. Her tits bounce as she lands and her hair flies a soft moan is heard as her head moves back and forth as she revives.

Quickly, he uses some lengths of rope to tie her wrists together and stretches her arms above her head and drives a stake into the ground of the cave. Her tits stretched to the heavens. He ties each ankle to a stake and drives them in with her spreadeagled. He positions between her legs licking and kissing up and down her body from tits to pussy as she awakens in an aroused state.

She is foggy at first but then her eyes open wide with the awareness of her position and situation. He warns her about screaming but she only allows that an amazon doesn't scream. She says her name is Juli and that she is the leader of 100. The same as a centurian in the armies in which Matt had served. He continues stroking her body his passion rising.

He can wait no longer he removes his clothing exposing a ten inch manhood which is hard as a rock and very large in circumference. He lifts her hips as she strains on the ropes and spreads Juli's folds with his thumbs as he then moves the tip up and down her exposed slit. He is soon wet with her juices and throbbing to enter her dark chamber. As he pushes his cock against her entrance, it slides easily into her. He can feel the silky moistness caress him as he slides deeper and deeper stretching her to surround him like a sheath.

Her eyes open wide and her body feels the pain and pleasure of his magnificent cock stretching her pussy to its limits as it passes deep into her until their pubic crests meet and his groin is grinding on her clit. She moans as her tits bounce with the force of his thrusts into her. Faster and faster he drives as her slippery smooth vagina caresses and rubs along his manhood.

He drives into her for more than a half hour until he feels he will explode if a release does not come. It soon does and waves of his hot cum fill her channel with its stickiness and heat. Some of the milky white juice spills out onto her groin and thighs. He can feel her body shudder and grasp him in orgasm. Her eyes showing the painful pleasure.

He stays inside her still fondling her tits as he drains into her. Her breathing is irregular and her hips still pump trying to keep him deep inside her. After a short time, he pulls from her and stands going to the nearby wall and picking up his spear. Her eyes follow him as she squats again between her legs. She can not see what he is doing.

Her hips squirm as she feels the cold steel of the spear head against her thigh and pussy lips. He turns it and wiggles it to separate her folds until the tip is just inside her wet entrance. His cum sticking to the steel as it flows from her. He grunts as he shoves with both hands shoving the spearhead deep into her vagina spliting it and entering her uterus. He can feel her muscles contract on it as she orgasms again and her hips writhe in pain. She screams for the first time.

Another grunt, another big shove and it is slicing up through her guts as he turns it inside her rendering her guts into a minced mess. Her back arches as her legs twitch violently and her hips squirm as he grunts a third time and shoves the spear until it breaks through her diaphragm and cuts some lung as it misses her heart.

Girgling, gagging sounds emit from Diana as her back arches once more until her mouth is full of blood and blood and cum flow down the spear handle from her pussy. He raises her shoulders with one hand so her head drops back and shoves the spear as hard as he can with the other driving it up through her throat and out her open mouth. Her lips press around it as if she were sucking a cock.

She writhes and trembles as he rises and dresses. "I should cook and eat you now that you are on a spit, but I am no cannibal. Maybe some back in the village will want a taste of your sweet body to replace the meat your kind stole from them" SHe can not answer, he has killed her although her body still writhes not fully aware of her death.

*******dear diary*******

Was so good last night we are continuing the amazon’s with a second killing coming after the first, damn, I’m sure Vicky would call it a pantywringer.

He gathers his weapons and goes to the cave entrance. What's this? Someone approaches.

A second dark haired amazon only younger but looking much like Juli comes up the path from the river wearing only a white toga. She leads a horse that is pulling a cart containing her weapons and Juli's. It is Juli's younger sister Julista. She calls out as she walks. Matt can't take the chance she will attract others. He notches and arrow and takes deadly aim before letting fly. The arrow silently travels its path with only the string's twang.

Julista's face registers a surprised look as she lowers her head and sees the shaft of his arrow sticking from her belly just through the top of her pubic patch. Her womb penetrated by a hard shaft. She drops to her knees then falls forward driving the shaft through her and out her back. Her body is trembling and shuddering when Matt reaches her. He kicks her body over and looks at it's beauty. Blood covers her lower abdomen as her belly quivers and her legs twitch.

He puts his foot about halfway between her navel and tits and raises his sword thrusting it into her navel. He twists as the skin splits and the blade travels into her guts completely destroying her navel. The sword passes through her and out her back pinning her to the ground. As he empties the cart of her belongings, Julista writhes and wiggles on the ground which becomes muddy with her blood.

She whimpers and trembles with convulsive tremors in her arms and legs. He goes back to the cave and picks up Juli's now lifeless body her terrified eyes fixed in a stare as the handle of the spear extends about a foot either side of her pussy and mouth. He carries her lifeless body to the cart and dumps it in on her back. He sees her tits still bounce with the jolt.

He watches as Julista wriggles on the sword and goes over to her and steps on her right tit as he takes the sword handle and pulls the sword out of her with a twist bring some viscera with it. Her back arches and blood flows down her belly and side. He picks up her writhing body in his arms and goes to dump her on her sisters body in the back of the cart. He steps over her and raises her head by the hair and thrusts his cock into her mouth. Fucking her mouth like a pussy his throbbing cock disappearing into its warm damp confines until it bursts forth with its semen. He moves between her trembling and writhing legs and sticks his still hard cock at her opening and jams it deep into her. Driving in and out over and over until the waves of climax wash through him and he cums deep inside her bloody vagina. She still squirms for about a half hour of the trip back to the tavern all the while her blood mixing with his cum. There the two dead amazons are sold for meat much like any farm animal.

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