Posted by SirAlucard on October 18, 2005 at 15:00:25:
The college campus is quiet and dark even though it is only ten pm. All the good little girls and boys are tucked away safe in their dorms or snuggled up in the Student Center with their bibles. She walks home sure that she is safe. Even though the guard shack is empty, not even a tremble of fear slides through her belly. She knows she is safe. She knows that nothing can touch her because she is empty. Her curtain of brown hair falls over the rim of her glasses making her look mouse like. Despite her uncommonly tall stature she appears small and meek. Her grey eyes shine with something that looks like defiance for only a moment then seems to fall back into her self. She sighs hard and turns to take the short cut between buildings to get to her dorm.
Her long legs stride purposefully but silently between buildings as she escapes the notice of everyone around her. At least, she thinks she does. The sound of a car does not even arouse her as she walks because it is a campus after all. Probably just some childish person out for a midnight beer run. Her head hangs lower as if she is trying to become invisible. “Hey” says a smoky female voice. She continues walking considering that she cannot be the object of this person’s attention. “Hey… you with the book bag,” the smoky voice is a trifle more demanding. She looks up for a moment then around before she realizes she is the only one here. The timbre of the voice makes her look into those eyes.
“Yes?’ She asks timidly. She dances from foot to foot as if she is about to run.
A laugh comes from the car just as rich as the voice. It seems to tickle her nerves and touch some deep dark place inside of her. “Do you need a ride?” The voice is almost teasing and playful, probably the after effects of the laugh. Though still demanding, it now has a relaxing tone.
“Well, the dorm is only a fifteen minute walk from here.” She silently kicks herself.
Suddenly, she sees a lady’s face. Full thick red hair falls around what could only be considered striking. It wasn’t particularly beautiful but in no way was it ugly. She watches as dark eyes glance back at the huge pack she is carrying. “Darlin', maybe it is me but I wouldn’t want to walk a foot with a pack like that much less almost a mile. I know very well where the dorms are and most of the walk is uphill. Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”
She chews her lip and looks sheepish as she mulls it over. She knows that this person is right. The weight of the pack suddenly seems double what it was just a second ago. She sighs deeply and looks at the friendly face in front of her. “Sure, why not?”
The Lady smiles in regret then speak softly to her. “I really am sorry but could you sit in the back seat? I have some breakables up here and I don’t want them trashed.”
Inside, the fist in her stomach unclenches. In the back seat, no one will be able to reach her. She opens the door flinging her book bag inside. She starts to slide in as a sharp pinch is felt. “Ouch…” The blackness floods over her with a sickening speed and utter warmth. She sleeps.
She wakes slowly. At first, she thinks she has had the most interesting of dreams. She tosses her hair out of her face and goes to stretch. Panic sets in as she realizes she can’t move. That dark smoky laugh floats through the air in an almost tangible way. Her captor says something but she knows it is the person from last night. She looks up and the sun hits her eyes. She can only see a golden halo around a handsome face and behind her there is someone she cannot quite see. As she moves to lift her head, an ice pick pain stabs into the inner most recesses of her foggy brain.
The Lady lowers herself as another voice speaks, deep, strong male “There is no reason to panic, Laney. No need at all.” The second voice goes quiet as The Lady forces her lips to Laney’s drinking in the moans as if a fine wine. The kiss becomes so hard and bestial that it bruises her lips and breaks the skin.
Laney’s thoughts become fuzzy as she realizes that they have her id. “They know where I live. If I get away I will never be safe. They know who I am.” As she panics the Lady becomes more excited, more intense as if her fear is the richest of candies made just for her tongue. A low growling sound escapes from the Ladies lips and she looks into her eyes. In this light she can really see them and they look barely human. They are black, not dark brown but the colour of jet, and around the edge she can see a blue-grey circle outlining them. Once more Laney Struggles.
The Lady reaches back and opens Laney’s folds. Laney feels paralyzed. She cannot possibly even take the next breath. Then it comes shakily as The Lady’s finger finds her dark secret. The Lady rises and whispers something to the person just out of sight and a rich male laugh flows through the air. She closes her eyes enjoying the sound despite her fear. Chills flow over her skin like water just as the Lady lays her eyes on Laney again. The male voice speaks in a predatory growl “A virgin. Isn’t that quaint?” The Lady returns and straddles her once more and this time the look in her eyes cannot be mistake for anything close to human. She is an animal and her prey is conveniently captured.
A finger invades Laney once more as The Lady locks eyes. Laney looks up unable to take her eyes from that face and that fiery hair. The locks seem to drip fire and blood all at once. A sharp pain wracks Laney’s body as the finger penetrates the depths and penetrates the Hymen. She continues to reach behind herself fucking Laney harder with each second. The pain slowly turns to pleasure and she begins to moan. The Lady smiles clearly pleased with the reaction. The Lady adds a finger and begins to fuck her hard again until Laney is writhing and squirming beneath her. Laney screams then falls back to the dewy grass beneath her panting.
The Lady lifts the fingers to her lips and sucks them. Her head lolls back in ecstasy and for the first time Laney notices the Lady is wet. Suddenly The Lady is on top of her again, a hand on either side of her head. The Lady buries her face in Laney’s now loose locks and sniffs. A deep purrgrowl escapes her throat as she leans back up.
Fear has a distinct smell. Laney was absolutely Ripe with fear and not even being outside could help it. She knew the Lady could smell it and she knew that it would not help her. Lady arches her back putting both of her hands behind her. Laney feels The Lady’s wet sex against her own grinding and cannot deny that it is pleasurable. The Lady begins to fuck her using her own sex until Laney is trying to touch the Lady’s thighs. She struggles hard against the chains that hold her down so she does the only thing she can do and Moans loudly. At that moment, Laney feels something cold, hard and Painful in her thigh. She tries to move it as much as her bonds will let her. It doesn’t budge. It feels as if the ground has pushed through her thigh to keep her there.
The Lady Grins and licks blood off of her fingers again as Laney watches helplessly. Panic sets in again. Where did the blood come from? She tries to move her thigh again. She screams out in pain and tries to reach for it spitting a string of curses at the woman straddling her. The Lady smiles gently, consolingly. It doesn’t help but The Lady doesn’t seem to mind. She begins to grind on her again sending the pain through the thigh. She feels like it is being split in two. Just as she thinks she has a bearing on it, The Lady Thrusts backwards again and the other thigh begins to hurt.
“YOU BITCH!! Let me up. Let me go. You can’t do this to me.” The Lady just smiles lovingly and gets up off of her. Laney lifts her head to see two cadaver pins through the flesh of her thighs. “Oh God. Oh God.” She thinks. “What the fuck am I going to do? How do I get out of this?”
She lies there for about five minutes and begins to think she is alone. This is even more frightening than being fucked by that Sadistic Bitch as Laney’s mind is now labeling her. She tries to squirm but it only tears her thighs more as the cadaver pins are firmly in the rich ground below her. Laney’s head lays back but she is not defeated. She is determined.
The Sadistic Bitch comes back with a doctors Bag and a mat. She lays the mat out on Laney’s left. There are leather sutures and leather binding thread. There are two more cadaver pins as well. The fear makes a cold sweat stand out on her lusciously pale skin. It hardens the rosy pink of her nipples to perfection until they stand out like pebbles beneath the skin. The Bitch notices and smiles at Laney suggestively. Laney turns her head but still the Lady does not speak.
She turns to Laney Taking up a cadaver pin in either hand. She lifts them high above her head and in a practiced stroke both of the cadaver pins slice through the flesh of both forearms cutting perfectly between the flesh and bone. She screams. “Please, please don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone. Please. Please let me go.” Once more the Lady smiles compassionately at Laney but goes to work threading the sutures.
From the bag, The Lady removes a length of rope. She binds Laney’s breasts together pulling them out until they are perfectly even. She gives the nipples little tweaks and then leans forward to bite them. Laney moans in spite of herself. She shakes her head trying to clear her head. She is still dazed and more than slightly confused when she feels a pin prick then a long pull. She looks up to see that the leather sutures have punctured her breast. The other one is close behind. She tries to struggle but the cadaver pins do their job effectively. Tears begin to leak from her eyes. She feels the void deep in her soul open up to real emotion for the first time in a long time.
The Lady smiles at her like she is proud but punctures the other breast with the sutures anyway. The Bitch smiles and sews humming softly to herself. Her voice was good when she spoke but Laney suspected it was better when she sings. The tune is clear. The pitch is perfect. It carried on the air in the low valley. Laney couldn’t stop liking it. The Lady stopped sewing and tied off the sutures. She untied the rope and put it away. She takes a camera out of the bag and stood up taking pictures. She got Laney from every angle. Still the tears poured from Laney’s eyes. Laney is truly scared and she knew there was no help but still she hoped.
Once more the Lady straddled Laney. The bitch kissed and licked her nipples making them pleasurably hard. The tip of the tongue flashed over them and Laney did enjoy it despite the pain that was wracking her body or maybe because of it. The Bitch Began to fuck her again, not with fingers but with her own cunt. It was ferocious this time and it begins a new pain. It was almost unbearable as she writhed. Laney saw a glare and looked up just in time to see the knife flash. It sliced the top of both breasts open at the same time and suddenly; the Bitch orgasmed and then her attention was elsewhere.
The Bitch planted her face on that wound. Suddenly she was all teeth and tongue. Both invaded the wound. Laney Felt a bite and screamed. The Bitch leaned forward and kissed Laney. Something slipped into her mouth and she realized that it was her own skin. The Lady held her Nose and mouth closed with one strong hand. She could not fathom what was happening to her. For a moment she did not breathe or swallow and when she did it was almost too late. Laney did swallow, though and her flesh went down her own throat as the Bitch fed again taking another piece for herself. Laney was sobbing now but still the Bitch continued with what she started. The knife was in her hand again. She cut out the bite marks and put them in a plastic bag sealing it.
She reached into that accursed doctor’s bag again and pulled out a handkerchief. The Bitch put it over Laney’s nose and mouth. For a moment sleep was over her again and she was safe. Her last thought was “They are letting me go now… they are letting me go.”
When Laney awoke she saw a bright light and begin sobbing in relief. She couldn’t feel the pain in her legs anymore. She was safe. It was going to be all right but why was she dizzy? She shook her head to clear her eyes as smelling salts were put under her nose again. Laney thanked god for the nurses and tried to steady the hand. As she did she realized her hands were bound. Instead of linoleum beneath her there was grass above her head. Slowly, Laney got her bearings. Laney's ankles were bound together and she was hung from a post upside down. Her hands were tethered behind her and there she swung. Her heart sank.
The Bitch moved forward and Laney looked at her for The Lady’s face was right in front of hers. The Bitch kissed her softly. The disembodied masculine voice said, “You may ask one question.”
Laney enjoyed the richness and for a moment could not speak. When she did speak, the only thing that came out was “Why?” Laney saw a hand on The Bitch’s shoulder and that smoky feminine voice that dripped of sex rolled over her as she begin to feel faint from hanging upside down. “We are predators. You were born prey.” With this simple statement she slit Laney’s wrists and throat. Laney watched her as she sucked down the blood. She felt as if this Bitch were stealing her life. She died slowly, painfully watching every moment, as was intended, of the Sadist’s immaculate dance.
The Last thing Laney heard was the masculine voice “How was it darling?” and the smoky reply “Wonderful My Love. Simply wonderful.”