This poor slut couldn’t not defend herself when this drunk bastard came to her house. The crazy drunkard broke her door then overpowered her. He brutally forced her to suck his cock. She was gasping for air but couldn’t do anything. She just tried to endure the painful ordeal and waited for the rapist to leave.
TEENAGE OBSESSION features hardcore brutal rape pictures and movies.
I have to confess something I haven’t told anyone. I have witnessed how my neighbor got raped through my telescope by the window. I still don’t have the guts to tell anyone cause I’m too afraid that they might be back to kill me too. I wouldn’t even give you my name cause I’m am still afraid.
Okay…here it goes. Its a Saturday night, November 27th 2006 to be exact. I heard a loud scream from the neighbor’s huge window whose only about 5 meters apart. I’ve used my telescope to see a clearer view of what’s happening. There were two men raping our sweet and sexy 25 year old neighbor.
The men manhandled her, flipped her on her belly and bound her elbows together behind her back as she fought like a wildcat.
One of the men roughly ripped her panties from her, jamming them into her mouth. His belt came off, was looped around her head, cruelly run through her mouth, forcing the panties deep in her throat. She gagged helplessly, began to buck wildly. Each buck hiked her skirt higher, until her sweet ass was bare, cheeks shaking with her struggles. I could see her hairless pussy lips, the clean, maddening slit. I felt myself begin to stiffen, hated myself for it.
“GMMMNNNNOOOOMPH!” her cries became tortured screams behind the makeshift gag. Her lovely ass rose, jumped wildly, trying to escape this impaling of her young twat by this giant tool. Each jump of her hips drove him deeper and deeper, and her legs worked madly, seeking some purchase, some foothold by which she could shake this monster off her. But she was pinned-there was no escaping this pounding-and pounding it was. Her desk scooted a little each violent thrust, her hips slammed against the hard metal edge. With each drive into her, she screamed, and I became harder. God help me.
One of the men grabbed her head, laughing, “This gag just aren’t cutting’ it,” he smiled, unzipped his ratty jeans. His cock-huge, purple, and uncut, sprang forth, bobbing before her wide, horror-stricken eyes. Loosening the belt, he pulled the gag from her and forced his dick in her mouth in one smooth motion, effectively silencing her. “MMMMGGGPPHH” was all she could manage, and even that was cut off as he pushed his giant cock deeper, deeper, until it was in her throat, cutting off all air. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he began to fuck her face furiously, slamming so deep that her nose was pressed into his pubic hair. I hadn’t even known that was possible-how could she take it so deep? Was he really down her throat? I watched, fascinated, saw her throat working, expanding, and knew that, yes, it was possible, and he was down her throat. My cock ached, throbbing.
The man fucking her pussy began to pump at a frenzied pace, his climax approaching. Every hammering stroke shook her violently, and she grunted around the cock in her mouth, groaned in pain. Shouting hoarsely, the man came inside her, his cock twitching, spitting forth wave after wave of hot spunk into her pussy. I watched her legs kick at him, trying to save her womb from the flood of cum. His ass cheeks contracted, thighs stiffened as he emptied his testes into her.
I looked at her trembling ass; saw his cum trickling out of her quivering pussy, running down her pinkening thighs. Another jolt, and I was harder, still-so hard it hurt, begged for release. How could I be aroused? I was still pondering this when the man in her mouth began to moan, pick up his pace. Slamming into her face, driving down her throat, his cock exploded, coursing hot, sour cum in her mouth, down her throat. He forced her head to his belly, cock deep in her throat, ensuring she swallowed every drop. “AGGHHHHMM” she cried around his huge, spewing tool, struggling to not vomit, to swallow, and to breathe. As his dick became limp, he pulled out, wiping it on her sweet, pretty cheek. She began to sob softly.
“AAAARRRR, AH, GOD, it HUUUURTS!” She was writhing, thrashing, her back arching, legs kicking around the man in her pussy’s waist. Every buck, every struggled drove them deeper into her, and they laughed cruelly at her struggles. The last man stepped up, pulled her head to the side and sank his impossibly wide cock into her straining mouth. Her cheeks ballooned, her throat tore as he pushed mercilessly in, then began fucking her head, his belly slamming her nose, his balls smacking her cheek. Sometimes he would pause, sunk deep in her throat, and just move his hips slightly, enjoying the constricting of her throat around his manhood.
I was stricken, yet unspeakably aroused. My young cock strained, pled for release. The men heaved on her, in her, triple fucking her as her body protested, wiggled in agony. As the men came, one after another, filling her, she moaned around the giant man in her mouth. Cum mixed with blood, ran down her thighs, puddled on the floor. They left her there, spread, battered on the desk.
I went to my bed and covered myself with blankets, not knowing what to do ’till I fell asleep. And the next thing I knew was that cops were all over the house and she’s dead.
Pressure Point
By Psycho
Darkside had him. Again. No matter what Fenix did, Darkside always got him here in the end. Pinned down and helpless. Darkside was standing over him, looming. He dug strong fingers into the pressure point of Fenix’s wrist and obediently, predictably, Fenix flipped over, onto his front. Darkside knelt down, one knee expertly pinning his right arm down with nearly unbearable pressure to the nerve plexus just above the elbow. His left was folded uncomfortably high up on his back, the pain at his wrist never easing. Darkside was lightly trailing his free hand along Fenix’s side as he spoke.
“When will you learn, Fenix? The art of Jonin is not about brute force. It is an art form of delicacy, of balance. Of using the body, tuning it perfectly to your needs. It is about finding the most efficient way to cause pain.” And with a single finger, he touched a pressure point along Fenix’s side.
The pain was immense, endless, a huge red ball of agony pressing all the breath from his body. He gasped. Darkside changed the pressure, moved his hand slightly. “Or pleasure.” And Fenix gasped again, for an entirely different reason. “Like that, did you?”
Fenix didn’t know what to say. This was his teacher. His mentor. His master. He shouldn’t want this. He did, though. Since the night on the ice.
The pain returned. Sharper than before, if possible. Fenix’s eyes watered.
“You will answer me when I ask you a question. Understand?”
“Yes,” he managed to gasp out.
“And you will show me the proper respect.”
“Yes, sir.” Fenix wanted to fight this. He couldn’t. Didn’t know how. He swore he would learn, though. No matter what it took.
The unbearable pressure eased and the touch changed again, sending waves of ecstasy through him. Darkside followed the nerve down his side to his groin. Fenix couldn’t stop the small jerking motions Darkside was forcing from him. Darkside tightened the grip on his other wrist and the pain and the pleasure exploded against each other within him, leaving him sweating and shaking. A moan escaped him.
“Now, answer the question. Do you like this?”
“I…I don’t know. Sir.”
“Well, we have all night to find out.” Darkside pulled the sweaty silk cloth from Fenix’s forehead and used it to bind his wrists together, tightly, behind his back before he stepped away. “Get up on your knees.”
Fenix did as he was told.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Darkside wrapped a hand in his hair and forced Bruce to look up at him.
Fenix stared at his face. “What?” He hated himself at that moment.
“This. Me. Being helpless on your knees in front of me. The pain. It arouses you.”
“Not usually.” He felt his face flush hot when Darkside’s eyes traveled down to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.
“Well, then apparently tonight is my lucky night. How long have you been fantasizing about me?”
“I…” want to lie to you. Fenix was caught in Darkside’s steely gaze. “I… since I fell through the ice.”
“Good. Stand up.”
Fenix rose smoothly to his feet. Darkside was still looking at him, dangerous and hungry. Fenix tested the strength of the wet cloth trapping his wrists. He couldn’t reach the knots and knew it wouldn’t matter much if he did. Not with Darkside tying them. Few things were stronger than wet silk and he knew that this would have to be cut from him eventually if he was to be free.
“You can stop squirming now, Fenix. You know better than to think you can escape me.”
At these words, Fenix stilled and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. Darkside stepped in front of him, directly in front, and reached out to untie the drawstring of Fenix’s trousers. They fell in a soft puddle around his feet. Darkside pushed his boxers down as well and motioned Fenix to step out of them. Again, Fenix did as Darkside bid him and stood before him, naked and bound. Darkside’s hands roamed down his body, ghosting over his flushed skin, fingers stopping and probing seemingly at random. Every touch was electric, sending wave upon wave of feeling through him, sometimes pleasure, sometimes pain, often both at once, until he was overwhelmed and trembled at the barest touch. He spread his legs wider for balance and looked down at himself, surprised to find no marks, no burning brands seared into his flesh. His cock stood out from his body, flushed and harder than it had ever been, it seemed. He looked up at Darkside and thought he saw, finally, a trace of approval in his stern face.
“Stay still.” Darkside gave the order while sinking to his knees before him. He cupped Fenix’s balls in his hand and guided Fenix’s cock into his mouth. Surprise didn’t even begin to cover Fenix’s reaction. He thought he might explode right there but Darkside’s expert manipulations kept him together, balanced on a razor’s edge. The image of Darkside, fully clothed, doing this for his helpless, naked student burned itself into him, leaving him unable to look away, unable to move, unable to do anything but shiver violently and breathe in ragged almost-moans. Again and again, Darkside forced him to the edge and stopped him with touches and pressure at precise points that Fenix hadn’t understood existed before tonight.
Darkside stopped and pulled his mouth off Fenix, agonizingly slowly. Still on his knees, he reached inside his tunic for something, never taking his eyes from Fenix. Fenix couldn’t see what he was doing but the unmistakable scent of cloves filled the air. Clove oil. Sword oil. Darkside’s slick fingers were back, fondling his balls, teasing at the opening behind them.
“Tell me what you want, Fenix,” he commanded softly, never stopping his fingers from moving.
Fenix knew exactly what he wanted, knew that he shouldn’t say it. “I want to fuck you.”
Darkside smiled at him, made a sound that was almost a laugh. “I see I haven’t beat the arrogance out of you yet, you foolish, brave boy. You don’t get that. Not tonight. Probably not ever.”
With that, Darkside’s fingers, hard, strong and infinitely skilled, invaded him and he broke open with a wail. Darkside remained on his knees, one hand stroking Fenix’s unbearably hard erection and the fingers of the other still inside him, never hesitating in their insistent manipulation of the pressure point inside him. Fennix bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and concentrated on remaining upright through this assault on his senses. His eyes were tightly shut and stars blossomed beneath his closed lids. He felt as though he were falling in all directions at once.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Fenix.” The room seemed to spin about him when he did and the only thing preventing him from flying apart were Darkside’s hands on him. “I will, however, allow you your release tonight. Come for me, Fenix.”
And with a hoarse cry that all the lip biting in the world could not hold back, Fenix did, drowning in the rush of his own essence and sliding slowly down to the floor until he was kneeling with Darkside, leaning on him for support. Darkside brought a hand up to the back of his head, sliding his fingers through Fenix’s sweat-damp hair. He held Fenix there for a moment, increasing the pressure slightly and then suddenly he was on his feet and Fenix was still on his knees, pressing his face into Darkside’s groin, feeling how hard he was through the layers of cloth between Fenix’s cheek and his cock. He rubbed against it and turned his head to mouth it, pressing hard against the rough linen with his tongue.
A sharp tug in his hair took his attention back to Darkside’s face.
“Very nice, Fenix, but I have a different task for your mouth.” Darkside pulled his attention back down and Fenix saw Darkside’s hand, covered in his own come, right in front of him. He could smell the musky scent of himself over the cloves and the sweat of the training hall. He tried to pull back but the grip in his hair was iron hard. “Clean it.”
He shook his head. He couldn’t do this. The humiliation of his position raged through him, burning away the confusion of lust.
“Fenix.” The power and the warning that Darkside poured into the single syllable of his name made him shiver almost as much as the touches to his nerves had earlier. “Do it now.”
And Fenix leaned forward and gave a tentative lick through the bitter essence. He burned with shame. Darkside’s fingers tightened in his hair. He licked again. He pulled Darkside’s fingers into his mouth and suckled them like he had wanted to suck Darkside’s prick. Lust and desire added to his shame. Darkside pulled his clean hand away from Fenix and stepped back. With a quick flick of his knife, he cut the silk binding Fenix’s wrists and left without a word.
Fenix remained where he was, on his knees, unmoving, not even bringing his aching arms forward. What was he becoming? What was Darkside making him into?
It’s another one of my old stories. Its kinda dark. Enjoy.
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Wife
By Psycho
I can’t see the sky from my room.
That’s what hurts me the most right now. There aren’t any windows here, and so it seems like I’m enclosed in a box of darkness, of never-ending night and Hero’s darkest secrets. He keeps me here, and comes hourly to try and break me. Not just mentally, but physically as well. The light in here emits from a small green lamp, giving me only enough perception to see a few feet in front of me. But I’ve been here for at least three months–or maybe four, I haven’t really counted–and I paced around enough to know the length and depth of every corner. There are no windows or openings to the outside world for me to look out to. No sunlight can filter in during the morning, and no moonlight to dance in against the shadows. I sometimes wonder if anyone besides Hero and my two guards know I’m here.
It’s stifling in here, with hardly enough cool air to breathe comfortably. Hot air billows through, scented with whichever drug Hero decided to use today. I spend most of my days sleeping, and then waking up hours before he comes to me. He thinks that I am oblivious to him poisoning my food with sleeping pills. He’s trying to make me loose and forgetful, so I won’t be as strong as I was before. Not that the pills are worth it, anyway. I’m already crippled enough.
But that comes later.
There are no pictures or personal mementos to be seen on the four black walls. At least I made my room on the Avalon somewhat homey. Not with posters of the city, mind you, but of sprawling canyons, deep oceans, and endless fields. Wide open spaces on which I could stretch my wings and soar for hours. But in this tiny room I have only a bed in the corner, and a little table for my lamp. I don’t know why Hero even gave it to me. He knows that a few months ago, I would’ve bashed his head in with it. But now he figures I’m too tired, too weak to lay a hand on him.
I never thought I would be back on Thral, after I exposed Hero’s plan to the Terran Army. I had every faith that they could defeat Hero’s army, and save the planet. They’d been able to defeat every villain up until then. We traveled through time to save the world from Savant and through space to kill Thral’s ancient deity. If they could kill gods, then surely Hero and his army would be beaten. But aboard the shuttle, Jasper did not defeat Hero. We weren’t able to stop the generator in time. Bruce died trying to fly the Avalon in the bypass generator. And the others perished, along with billions of innocent humans, when Terra was destroyed.
But Hero, sadistic man he is, saved a special punishment for Jasper. He killed him, severing his head with the stroke of a sword. Hero never let me see the body. I never said goodbye to the man I loved so much.
Thral was able to defeat the Gestalts this time, but what about the next war? It was never worth it to use the Earth. We had won a single battle, but it didn’t mean anything. There would always be more fighting, more lives added to the ever-increasing death toll.
Like Jasper’s.
Absently, my fingers weave around two pieces of thin metal, which softly clink when they hit each other. I wonder if Jasper regretted giving me his dog tags.
“I want you to have these,” he said softly, opening my hand and dropping the tags. “So you’ll always have a piece of good old me around, no matter where you are.”
“I can’t take these…”
“Sure you can. Just fasten them around your neck, and they belong to you. Besides, I want you have them. As a token of…well…love.”
Hero never gave me any love tokens.
They were a symbol of courage, Jasper’s courage, which I hung boldly around my neck when I was alone. Hero hadn’t touched them yet, only because I kept the tags hidden behind the lamp. I could only pray that he would never know I had a piece of Jasper with me still.
How could Jasper have loved me? From the moment we met, there was an instant chemistry that we continued to fight and deny. Both us of were extremely stubborn, and would never admit to having a stupid crush on a colleague. We kept fighting, using poor excuses to avoid unnecessary contact with the other.
And then I let him take off my mask, so he would see my face for the first time. I never wore a mask on Thral, so Hero never needed to know what I looked like underneath one. There was no mystery between us, no questions about what lay beneath the mask. And the way Jasper gently removed it, lifting my chin to his so I could kiss him for the first time, was simply magical. No one had ever touched me like that before, and I was enthralled.
I can only wonder…only dream about what could have been. If Bruce had succeeded in destroying the hyper-space bypass generator, Hero’s mission would have failed. Thral would have lost the battle, but Terra would still be there. Hero and his forces would leave Terra in frustration, and I would be in permanent exile from my planet. Not that I would care.
Jasper would hate me for a time, because of all that had happened between him, Hero, and me. Our twisted love triangle had broken his heart, and I wouldn’t blame him for hating, even despising all the lies I lived with. Maybe he would fall in love with someone else, that new woman able to mend what I had shattered. I would go into hiding somewhere, trying to find a new purpose for myself. But who would take in a traitor?
A dark thought crossed my mind: Was I better off alone?
Quickly, I shook off the idea. Jasper’s warm smile came to mind, and I remembered how much he loved me.
Loved. Past tense.
I can hear Hero’s footsteps outside my chamber. Maybe today he’ll be in a gracious mood, and let me outside just this once. I’m wearing the nightgown he likes, the black one with red trim. If he’s made happy enough, maybe I can convince him to let me have one freedom. I can go outside the ship and smell the fresh air, and remind myself that I am not Hero’s personal hostage; I am a real person.
So this is what it’s like to be a prisoner of my country.
The ring on my left finger catches the dim light next to me. A small Gallatin gem glitters atop a ring of unbreakable platinum, marking me as Hero’s. It means that I am no longer merely promised to him; I am his wife. Hot tears spill down my filthy face, as I painfully wish that it were Jasper who was in my bed again. At first I thought I could survive this tortured life, taking comfort in the strength of Jasper’s love. But night after night of Hero forcing me to do this…it’s been too long…
The doors slid open, Hero stepping inside with a smirk beneath his masked face.
“Hero,” I begin to plead, “May I go outside, just for a moment?”
He stared at me, his gaze long and hard. I asked him this question every day, hoping that the response would different. Finally he shook his head sternly. “That’s just not possible today, Lieutenant Hawke.” I held back a choked sob, as he uttered the same reply to my request every day. Of course I wasn’t allowed outside. I had to be kept here, under control, under his watch.
“My name isn’t Lieutenant Hawke…its Shaina,” I whisper. “Jasper’s Shaina,” I add my voice barely audible. “Please, Hero…”
Suddenly he reaches out to grab my throat. I panic, knowing that I forgot to take off the dog tags. Fatal mistake.
With a single tug, he yanked the tags away, crushing them in a single stroke. He threw the metal against the wall behind me, the tags being nothing more than tiny pieces of scrap metal. “No!” I screamed, lunging towards him.
“Wretched whore,” he shouted, slapping me down. I crumbled against the hard floor, clutching my reddening cheek. “I have been indulgent long enough, Lieutenant. That Terran you loved is gone. He was destroyed with the rest of that sorry planet, and I will not tolerate you hanging on to his memory. You are my wife. Not his!”
“I’m not your wife,” I shrieked, yanking off the ring and throwing it against his helmet. Harmlessly it bounced off, landing beside his shaking frame. Angrily he flew at me, pinning my thin frame against the wall. My hand closed around Jasper’s crushed dog tags, the metal cutting in my skin. Blood seeped onto the floor, but I didn’t cry out in pain.
Pain in a vastly over-rated concept by many beings. Pain isn’t when you’re injured in battle, because you can get medical attention and be cleaned up. Pain isn’t being hit in the stomach with your own mace. Pain is life-long, something that no amount of time can heal. True pain isn’t just mental or physical. It’s both.
I don’t know what exactly pushed Hero to do it. Maybe it was the Elder Council, furious with Hero for putting too much trust in me. They were angry that our plans had been leaked to the Terrans, and they had almost stopped the generator from working, and almost cost Thral a victory. They were a group of twisted, savage elder warriors, and picked a special punishment for the special traitor.
The first dose of sleeping pills that Hero gave me was too strong. I was out for at least two days, and didn’t wake up until we were back on Thral. All I remembered was watching Terra quickly explode, turning into a graveyard of smoke and debris. When I woke up, I was strapped against an operating table. I panicked, knowing exactly what they were about to do.
I had only heard of this ordeal from rumor. It hadn’t been performed for decades, but it stood as a warning to anyone who thought of betraying the planet. With a sickening realization, I knew they were going to remove my wings, grounding me forever. I guess it was Hero’s final way of punishing me.
I knew what people said about my situation. I heard the guards outside my room talking, how much they pity poor Lieutenant Hawke, she with such a promising future in the army and as the wife of war hero, Hero Tran. They wonder why I threw everything away on Terra, just so I could live with a human and fight with my petty Terran friends, and just so I could lose it all in a single explosion.
My wings…
“Put the ring on,” he said quietly, death in his voice.
“No,” I whispered, clutching tighter.
“I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” he screeched, grabbing my neck and squeezing.
My airway tightened, and I started choking. His breathing subsided, no longer an angry panting. He shoved the ring back on my bleeding hand, tossing me back onto the bed. I lay there, completely crumpled and defeated. I realized there wasn’t anything left to live for, with the only thing of Jasper’s I had left being gone.
“You are mine,” he said slowly, taking off his bloodied armor.
“Not again,” I whimpered, backing up against the bed post.
The scars on my back arched painfully, shooting spasms up and down my spine. I pressed my hand against them, trying to subside the throbbing. My efforts were in vain…the scars would start to hurt again all too soon…
A broken symbol of courage lay forgotten next to the bed.
A broken warrior had finally lost the will to live.
I love you, Jasper Starr.
The End
HEADLINE NEWS: Superman and Batman ‘More than Just Friends?’ Their Intimate Relationship Revealed! — A story by Lois Lane, your intrepid reporter for the Daily Planet
Citizens of the superhero and crimefighter universe were thrown into chaos when security surveillance cameras at the Justice League Watchtower caught a very intimate moment between two of the World’s Finest, Batman and Superman, just after the Justice League came home from Apokalipse battling the forces of Darksied.
“We always knew Superman and Batman held private conferences post missions but we never thought… Oh man, I think I need a few drinks…” John Stewart, member of the Green Lantern Corps and one of the founding members of the Justice League said during an interview.
Jonn Jonz aka Martian Manhunter told us. “I always knew that Batman had this strange…magnetic personality. Those two always had a bond between them. It was inevitable that those two uhm… mate.”
Nightwing, formerly Robin and leader of the Titans was not happy with the current situation and had this to say, “Bruce, HOW COULD YOU???!!!! First it was the Joker, then the Catwoman, Poisonivy, the Penguin, then that bitch that Ra’s Al Guhl had for a daughter, Barbara…uh, Oracle, Black Canary, Huntress, Cass…uh Batgirl, Harlequin, Zatanna, Wonderwoman, Circe and now THIS!!!! ARGHH!!!! We are SOOOOO over!!!” (Nightwing runs crying to Starfire)
Shayera Hol aka Hawkgirl said: “I’m so happy for Superman. You see, Bruce… I mean, Batman was the best I ever had, and I thank Diana for telling me all about his other talents. I mean, John doesn’t have it… uhm, you’re not gonna record this, are you?”
Flash meanwhile had this had to say. “Well, Batman didn’t exactly have a sane head, you what I mean. Being broody all the time, going against all those psychos in Gotham, doing nightly patrols with the rest of the Batclan. Can you imagine what goes on with the Bat, Robin, Batgirl and Catwoman on at night? Man, that’s a scary thought. What? It’s not like Supes and Bats are gonna come out of the Fortress of Solitude and the Batcave soon and kill me. I mean, they’d never do anything to kill sweet lil Flash. Will they?”
We hope so, Flash. For your sake.
DC Comics owns/has appropriate licenses and/or copyright © for these characters. I’m just simply borrowing them.
No profit is made from this news fiction, so please don’t sue me! My lawyers are all too busy making money from their other clients. They’re happy that way and I’m happy that way, too!
.RAVENHOLD
Notes from the Author:
A lot of you may have some questions about the story itself. Like, who the hell is Dyna and why is she spying. Or who are those three Dark Ones that captured her. And what happen to her? Will she end up as tiger food or another thing entirely (pun intended)? Anyway, be assured that all questions will be answered as the story progresses. Oh yeah, comments and criticisms are always appreciated. In fact, they usually help me to write the next chapters faster. -_*
Note: this on going story includes graphic torture, rape, killing, bestiality and bondage. If you feel offended by them, I suggest that you get the hell out now. The World of Ravenhold is NOT for innocents. But, if you are okay with it then, I bid you welcome to dark world of Ravenhold.
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Chapter Three: Heat
Flashback:
Ayo smiled as she got down and examined the prisoner. The Elemental was dripping in her lust. Her labia was completely swollen and engorged with blood and her clit was now fully exposed sticking out from her hood. She spread Dyna’s legs apart and the Elemental’s labia fell apart easily like a beautiful flower in full bloom. Ayo examined her more closely. Dyna’s lips glistened, droplets of her juices running down her labia. The Elemental moaned, feeling her cunt was on fire. Ayo slowly brought two fingers up between Dyna’s swollen wet labia to her erect clit and grinned when the Elemental cried out in grateful delight.
“How do you like my pets?” Ayo asked and she began rubbing the Elemental’s clit.
“Ahhhh. . . .!”
“Do you want more from both my pets?”
“Yes I want them, please bring them back!” Dyna knew she sounded mad but she wanted to fuck her pets really bad.
“As you wish.” Ayo removed her finger and unstrapped all the hot and sweaty leather straps. Then she left the room.
Dyna sat up and blinked to get her bearings straight. She shivered in anticipated delight in what was to come next.
End Flashback
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Dyna stood up as the Lion and the Tiger walked back in to the room. The lion nudged his head up against her cunt. Dyna moaned again as ran her fingers though his thick mane. She was hot and she needed sex REAL bad. His fur smelled of tiger cum and this turned her on even more. His mane was very soft and warm. She felt the lion’s wet lick her cunt once more, and let out a low moan and leaned against his head, letting the lion work deeper into her. Her hands seemed to move on their own and seconds later, Dyna found herself massaging the lion’s erection.
Dyna groaned as her naked body lay against his warm thick soft mane. It felt so great to rub her skin on his thick soft fur. Her mouth was free so she began licking between his eyes, all the while playing with his penis. The Lion stood there and let Dyna toy with him for a while. The tiger walked around the room, watching them and patiently waiting for his turn.
After a while, she dismounted the lion and the tiger walked over to her. Dyna shivered as she watched the striped cat’s powerful muscles shift as he approached her. She just knew they were going to have a wonderful threesome. Suddenly, she let out a startled cry as the tiger butted his nose in her dripping cunt and began to lick. Then she groaned and bent over, letting the tiger have his way with her. She wrapped her arms around the big striped cat’s neck, holding his head in place just in case he felt any compulsion to leave, her legs spread and planted hard on the ground. At the back of her mind, she felt the lion walk up behind her and stick his nose in her open ass. He took a deep breath and Dyna cried out in delight as his rough tongue darted around herd ass. He coated the outside in a thick layer of saliva, then he pushed some of large tongue inside. Dyna jumped as the rough tongue scraped the inside lining of her anus and twitched involuntarily, it made her itch more than it hurt.
After he made a very slick lube of lion saliva around Dyna’s hole, he mounted her. The lion was taller than the tiger so he was able to straddle both the tiger and her by putting his paws down on either side of them. Dyna had the tiger’s fur against her breasts and the underside of the lion on her back. The lion’s short, fat penis pushed into her ass. It stretched her very wide and Dyna began to groan.
When the lion would push in, her hips would push into the tiger’s licking tongue. When the lion pulled out, She moved away from the tiger. The lion’s hot breath breathed down on her nape as he licked it, sending more shivers of delight down her spine. They fucked a long time like this and Dyna moaned. It was very hot between
the two cats. Well over one hundred degrees.
The lion suddenly broke out into a fucking frenzy. Thrusting hard with every pump. This threesome looked like a big fucking mass of muscle and fur. The lion was putting more and more weight on Dyna’a back. It was like they were becoming into one creature. She moaned for more.
Dyna felt herself starting to cum. The tiger growled and purred and as she came at his mouth. While she was cuming, the lion took all the weight off his front paws and laid on top of her The tiger could barely hold their combined weight. Dyna found herself being crushed between a lion and a tiger. She couldn’t breath but she didn’t care. Suddenly, the lion let out an ear-splitting roar and he cumed, thrusting in her in one powerful push.
Gallons of lion cum filled Dyna’s ass. The lion was growling and roaring. It was clear he was very pleased. He bit down rough on her neck to hold her in place. He placed his paws back on the ground to allow her to breath. His cum filled her ass up all the way.
After he came, the lion dismounted and Dyna fell to the floor, very exhausted. She didn’t realize that she had been there for 6 hours and had been in the threesome for almost 3 hours. A river of lion cum flowed out of her ass down her legs onto the floor. The lion and the tiger licked their tongues all over her pussy and legs to clean her up. Dyna just lay there in ectasy as they ran their rough tongues all over her ass and balls.
After they were all done, they stood up and left the room. Dyna suddenly heard footsteps and slowly opened her weary eyes.
“Adrian,” was all she whispered before losing consciousness again.
***
The man called Adrian said nothing as he stared down at the unconscious Elemental. His silvery gray eyes narrowed as his nose detected the thick smell of lust and cum in the room.
“Ayo,” He muttered in half disgust as he got down beside the unconscious girl. “She really ought to learn how clean up after her sick games…”
Still, he was reluctant to put a stop to it. Ayo had worked hard for him paid dearly for it. Surely she was entitled to get some enjoyment from it.
As long as she was careful not to let the captive escape, why shouldn’t she continue to play with her new pet?
The end?
.RAVENHOLD
Notes from the Author:
A lot of you may have some questions about the story itself. Like, who the hell is Dyna and why is she spying. Or who are those three Dark Ones that captured her. And what happen to her? Will she end up as tiger food or another thing entirely (pun intended)? Anyway, be assured that all questions will be answered as the story progresses. Oh yeah, comments and criticisms are always appreciated. In fact, they usually help me to write the next chapters faster. -_*
Note: this on going story includes graphic torture, rape, killing, bestiality and bondage. If you feel offended by them, I suggest that you get the hell out now. The World of Ravenhold is NOT for innocents. But, if you are okay with it then, I bid you welcome to dark world of Ravenhold.
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Chapter Two: Lust
After a while, her blindfold fell off. Dyna opened her eyes and gasped before freezing in terror.
Standing right before her was a large white tiger. It was a male, judging from the way his dick was erect and hanging down, and he looked at least 800 to 900 pounds and 12 feet long. The tiger stopped licking and looked at her. Dyna glanced around the room frantically, hoping for a way to get out. Sweat trickled down from her forehead to the floor, as she stayed perfectly still and watched the tiger’s every move. She knew that it could easily attack and eat her up in her bound state.
But this tiger seemed to cast a strange spell upon her. It kept looking up at the bound Elemental with his large golden eyes. Then it continued licking. At first Dyna was too terrified to react. But soon the pleasurable sensations kicked in and she found herself slowly enjoying it. The tiger was good at this, she thought. Part of her (and that part of her was slowly weakening) wanted to get out and escape while the other part wanted to grab his head and pull it closer so it lick deeper. Yes, good. So good, she thought incoherently. She writhed and sobbed in delight as he ran his cat tongue in her several times. This hurt her very much that she thought he took the skin off. She gasped, finding herself becoming more and more aroused. Liquid dripped out from her but the tiger quickly licked it up.
The tiger seemed to be trained to lick people off and he was doing a very good job at it. A heavy scent of sex and lust was in the air. He used his tongue and his lips to work her over. Dyna screamed again as he rubbed her clitoris again with his sharp teeth and sobbed when he continued licking. She was nearly mindless with lust and only whites could be seen in her eyes as she twisted against her bonds. She was right at the verge of cumming when he stopped sucking and let her fall. Dyna could tell that the tiger was going to slowly play with her all night.
Dyna felt him move his one of his paws off her and place it under her ass. She gasped, feeling something being shoved up her ass. It was one of his big claws. It moved around slightly and scratched the lining of her anus. It wasn’t painful but it made her itch. He resumed licking her cunt while he had the claw in her ass. Dyna moaned, loving every minute of it.
***
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Ayo and her two male companions were watching all this from their hidden security cameras. Her breathing was labored and she found herself slowly being aroused at the sight. She felt her juices flowing like a river out of her vagina, down her swelling labia to saturate her panties. She could feel her labia swelling and her clit hardening.
Behind her, her two male companions have already come up with a solution to this. Ayo grinned as she glanced at them and found one of them sucking the other off. She will join them, later. She had… other things in mind first. She turned her attention back towards the now screaming Elemental and gave her comlink a slight tap. “Let’s make this play more…. Interesting for our little whore.”
***
The tiger suddenly stopped licking her as Dyna heard the door open and turned to look. She didn’t see anyone standing there. The tiger stood up and walked out of the room. Dyna seethed and trembled in frustration. She was mad that the tiger just walked out on her like that. She glanced around the room. No one. Absolutely no one was there. She groaned and cursed inwardly. She wanted the tiger to come back and finish her.
She glanced up when she heard some growling and moving in the other room and saw the tiger enter the room again, this time followed by a male lion. The lion sat down between her legs. It had a big black mane and was a little larger than the tiger. Dyna stared at it fearfully, in spite of her present needs, and found herself finding the lion sexy.
The tiger circled them several times just watching. The lion had other plans. He laid down the same way as the tiger with one large paw up on each her thigh, and nuzzled her cunt before licking. Dyna moaned and screamed as the lion kept her right on the edge of cumming.
The tiger wanted some action. He walked up behind her head and straddled her neck. His short spinney sick hung right over her mouth, the smell of his cock was very pungent. Dyna opened her mouth as he squatted down, sitting on her face and shoving his cock in her mouth.
Dyna sucked off the tiger while the lion licked her cunt. His cock was short and had little spines all over it. She ran her tongue over this warm piece of meat, tasting and enjoying the sweet pre-cum. Then she took all of his cock into her mouth and sucked. The tiger started to purr, apparently enjoying what Dyna was doing to him. Then the tiger growled and his dick twitched. A jet of cum sprayed in the back of her throat. This sent Dyna over the edge. The lion knew it and moved his rough tongue over her clitoris. She cried out and cummed all in the lions awaiting mouth.
The tiger was roaring as he mercilessly pumped his load of hot tiger milk down her throat. Dyna swallowed every drop, wanting more. She lay down in ecstasy, her throbbing cunt still dripping. Suddenly the lion got up and so did the tiger. Dyna watched as they strolled out of the room, hoping that they would return soon. She closed her eyes and moaned. She wasn’t sure whether she could keep her lust in control for long.
The sound of footsteps caused her to open her eyes and look up. Dyna saw the woman who had captured her earlier.
***
Ayo smiled as she got down and examined the prisoner. The Elemental was dripping in her lust. Her labia was completely swollen and engorged with blood and her clit was now fully exposed sticking out from her hood. She spread Dyna’s legs apart and the Elemental’s labia fell apart easily like a beautiful flower in full bloom. Ayo examined her more closely. Dyna’s lips glistened droplets of her juices running down her labia. The Elemental moaned, feeling her cunt was on fire. Ayo slowly brought two fingers up between Dyna’s swollen wet labia to her erect clit and grinned when the Elemental cried out in grateful delight.
“How do you like my pets?” Ayo asked and she began rubbing the Elemental’s clit.
“Ahhhh. . . .!”
“Do you want more from both my pets?”
“Yes I want them, please bring them back!” Dyna knew she sounded mad but she wanted to fuck her pets really bad.
“As you wish.” Ayo removed her finger and unstrapped all the hot and sweaty leather straps. Then she left the room.
Dyna sat up and blinked to get her bearings straight. She shivered in anticipated delight in what was to come next.
To be continued…
.RAVENHOLD
This story is a sort of on going adult fantasy story that I am planning on doing. Over all, this story is set in an alternate world called Ravenhold and there is a war between two factions the Elementals, the people who had long been residing in this world and the Dark Ones, people who have just appeared out of nowhere and started attacking the Elementals and started taking over their world. However, what is the REAL purpose of these attacks? Moreover, will the Elementals ever stop the Dark Ones before their world is destroyed?
Note: this on going story includes graphic torture, rape, killing, bestiality and bondage. If you feel offended by them, I suggest that you get the hell out now. The World of Ravenhold is NOT for innocents. But, if you are okay with it then, I bid you welcome to dark world of Ravenhold.
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Chapter One: Captured
Chained to the steel pole, Dyna silently contemplated her position while the Dark Ones stared at her. She knew from the moment she first sensed their presence that she must attempt to break out, but three of them together proved too much for her, and she was soon caught, their grappling chains entwining around first her legs, pinning down her mobility, then her arms, capturing her completely. Glaring at the female — clearly the
Leader of the trio — she was surprised to see the look on the woman’s face. A strange mixture of idle playfulness and contemplation, as opposed to the scornful looks of contempt that the other two males were gazing at her with. Risking a moment away from her watchfulness, she looked towards the ground, voicing a silent sigh of dismay at the thought of being captured.
As she looked back up, she was startled shortly again, as the female had closed the distance to her and was disarming her. This by itself came as no surprise, but the lingering strokes of the woman’s fingers along her stomach as they worked to undo her belt, the gentle ease with which they removed it, and the second idling of those digits as they traced a light path along her waist; something about these things was out of place. After a time, the woman cupped Dyna’s cheek softly with one dusky hand, then tipped her head to the side by slipping it down to the Elemental’s chin.
“So, Elemental….how does it feel to be bound up like some animal?”
The woman’s voice was slightly husky, but still rang out melodically. Dyna made a small humph, sounding small and frail by comparison, but made up for it by the defiance in her face and her eyes…
“So what do you intend to do with me, now that you think you’ve caught me?” Dyna asked, placing just the right hint of bluffed confidence in her tone. She didn’t really feel very confident of her predicament at all. “Kill me for spying on you earlier?”
The woman seemed to think on this, but soon favored Dyna with a sweet-seeming smile, and shook her head. “You’re in a tight spot, my dear Elemental. Though usually, I’d love to do nothing more than to slit an Elemental’s throat, I think you could say that we have…other plans for you.” She glaced at her two companions. “Take her to the cell. We’ll have fun with her first.”
Dyna was then led out a second door into a large well lit room. The room had one door. The walls were cement with a big cut out space halfway up one wall that led to another room that was fairly dark A viewing area, she supposed. The floor was a large flat piece of marble that was polished and shiny. Four shackles with four big thick leather straps were bolted to the marble. Other shackles were at the waist, thighs, and upper arms. Dyna started to look anxious and nervous. what did they plan to do? What ever it was, they sure didn’t want her to get away.
The two men then forced her down, stripped her naked, then spread her legs and tied them semi tight to the leather shacks. The leather straps felt nice against her skin they were softened somewhat. Dyna found herself getting off on this. Her arms and hands
were free.
After about an hour of enjoying this new sensation, Dyna was blindfolded and her
arms were spread out and strapped down.
“Just lie back and enjoy the experience.” The two snickered and immediately left.
Dyna soon found herself alone, arms spread wide and whole body completely immobilized. “Now what?” she whispered.
Suddenly the door opened and Dyna sensed the presence of a large animal moving towards her. She shivered as it moved closer and closer. Until she felt it standing between her legs. She gasped as a large wet nose pushed its way into her sex and began
sniffing. Dyna let out a soft moan. Whatever this beast was doing felt so good and she felt herself slowly becoming aroused and her breathing slowly became labored. Then it stopped and she felt it sit down between her legs. Two very large paws with claws sat on either side of her thighs. At first, she thought it was a very big dog, but this was WAY too big to be a dog.
She moaned and writhed against her restraints as she felt it sniffing inside her once more. Suddenly she cried out as a sharp tooth-like object grazed the engorged head of her clitoris, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling her into climax. The beast had shifted his attention to the head of her clitoris, and the effect it had was much appreciated. Dyna maoned, her breathing becoming more labored, panting. Suddenly she cried out as a sharp tooth-like object grazed the engorged head of her clitoris, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling her into climax. Her nectar spilled out to be met by the beast’s tongue, having abdicated her clit in favor of cleaning and licking her.
She screamed and cried out both in pleasure and pain as a sandpaper like tongue moved inside her several times. The beast stopped and Dyna felt herself fall back to the ground slightly before it started again again and again, making her cum again and again. Dyna was mindless, enjoying what seemed like hours of pure ecstasy.
After a while her blindfold fell off. Dyna opened her eyes and gasped before freezing in terror.
Standing right before her was a large white tiger.
To be continued…
This is a result of my buddy’s current other obsession in progress. Fantasy novels. All characters: Midnite, Scyla and Skyler, Destran and Avillian are mine. Anyway, the scenario is this there are two factions fighting for the control of one world, Avillians and Destrans. I know it’s a lousy plot but hey, it seems to be the most popular one as of this moment. Just bear with him. Read. And Enjoy.
Psycho
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Battlefield Dreams: Slave
by Rapist
Scyla pulled at the collar around her neck. She could not believe Skyler. It was bad enough that they shared a psychic link, but now Skyler was on this kick of treating her like a slave, and chaining her to the wall with only enough room to either sit or stand. Not much else. She leaned against the rocky wall and closed her eyes. This was going to be a long day if she didn’t get back soon. Last thing she needed was Midnite on her case for not showing up for her shift again. Damn Skyler, she cursed. Her head drifted against her chest as she tried to rest. It was so uncomfortable trying to sleep in this position.
“Te hehehe, maybe I should lengthen the chain for you.” Skyler giggled. Her knelt before her and cupped her cheeks. “Midnite’s looking for you.” He stroked her cheeks. “I told him you were assisting me in an experiment to further his cause. Not too much of a lie I suppose.” The last part echoed through their psychic link.
She winced in slight pain and pulled away from him. “Stop it.” she growled, glaring at him.
Laughing he unlatched the chain and pulled her to her feet. He made sure he had a good grip on it. “Oh, you love it, my dear. Don’t deny it.” With a twist of his wrist, he dragged her into his arms. “You just love to perform.” Using his mind, he forced her to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him.
She mentally struggled against him, although to an on looker it would seem as if they were sharing a passionate kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally let her go. She stumbled back a foot or two before the chain stopped her from going any further. “Skyler, that’s enough! I-I don’t love you!” she nearly screamed. “Not any more.”
All he did was laugh, a hideous sound that chilled her to the bones. “That no longer matters.”
She tried to inch away from him. “I’m warning you.” A sharp pain entered her head, causing her to collapse before him.
“You forget that *I* am your master.” He grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face against his crotch. “And *you* will please me as a slave should please their master.”
“FUCK off!”
“Remove it.”
She tried to fight him but his mind took control over hers. Her hands slowly began to unzip his pants against her own free will. She shook her head in denial. Within moments, Skyler was naked from waist below, releasing his thick rod. His erection sprang to full attention. Her eyes closed as she felt him push his rod against her lips. Fighting him was next to impossible; they had gone though this many times over the last few weeks. The choice was simple, either suck him off willingly or have him ram his rod down her throat and rape the living hell out of her mouth. Not waiting for him to get rough with her again, she took his organ in her mouth and gently started to suck.
“Now that’s not so bad, huh?” He stroked her helmet lovingly.
A low growl came from her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She hated him with all her spark but he had the upper hand, she couldn’t fight him. His body stiffened and he pulled her tighter against him. She winced as she felt his orgasm thicken his rod even more. Then with a cry he climaxed, his juices shooting into her mouth. He held her against him until he was finished. She pulled away from him as soon as he let her go, spitting out as much of his juices as possible. Using the back of her hand, she wiped her mouth clean.
“What’s wrong, love? Don’t like the taste of me anymore?” He gave the chain a tug. “Don’t worry, I’ve found something more to your liking.” With a small growl, he dragged her to her feet and took her to a small cavern just outside his lab.
“Damn it, Skyler, you don’t need to do this!” she sneered, trying her damnest to pull out of his grasp. But he held the chain firmly. He gave a small shove into the cavern. Her optics widened in surprise. The room was furnished with what seemed to be a make shift bed with dozens of pillows and satin sheets. Leading her to the bed, he sat down on it and pulled her in between his legs. Her eyes were still focused on the decor. Everything was black with touches of gold. “Y-you did this for me?” she whispered.
He took a hold of her hips. “No, for us.” He lowered his head to her stomach and tenderly kissed her belly. “Dance for me.” he commanded, caressing her hips and rear.
“Skyler…”
His mind tugged at hers, encouraging to do as commanded. Sighing, she felt him take control of her body, forcing her hip to sway. She shook her head in frustration. Having him take control of her body was the most annoying experience going. He forced her hands to stroke her breasts, making her circle patterns over the armor before removing it. There was a “Hmmm” of satisfaction as he fondled one breast in his hand. She gasped when he pulled her closer and took her orb into his mouth. He pinched her nipple causing her to cry out. Despite how much she hated him right now, he did know how she liked her breasts being suckled. She continued swaying her hips, her hands stroking his head as she lifted her left leg, resting her foot on the bed. Her eyes shut when she felt his hand travel to her crotch. He removed its coverings, throwing the armor and clothing aside, then began to grope at her pussy. She threw her head back as he shoved one thick finger into her cunt. He began thrusting his finger in and out of her. Her panting became sharp cries of pleasure. Soon his hand was covered in her juices.
He lifted his head from her breasts. “I knew you liked it.” he murmured, kissing her belly again.
“Shut up and suck me.” she sneered.
He gave her a sharp stab through their link. She cried out in pain but held onto his head none-the-less. “Behave yourself, Beautiful.” He mentally commanded her claws to grope her port.
“N-no, Skyler…” One of her fingers slipped into her cunt. “I’ll behave!” she cried out. She nearly collapsed when he finally let her go.
He was grinning in amusement. How he wanted to watch her fuck herself or maybe another female…that was an idea. But it would have to wait. “Ask me politely.”
She pulled her fingers away from her wet pussy. She looked down at him with weary eyes. “Please…please, Skyler, suck me.” she begged.
Giving the chain a tug, he pulled her head down to his. “That’s better.” He claimed her lips again. She was much easier to control than he had ever imagined. Holding her hips firmly he flipped her onto the bed.
She gasped as he buried his face between her spread legs. Her head thrashed against the pillows, her hips thrusting upward. She could hear his laughter echo inside her mind. He knew the truth. He knew she liked having sex like this, well not so much being treated like a slave, but having him suckle her breasts then eat her out. Both of which he was very talented at. She wrapped her legs around his neck, trying to get a better seal. He merely chuckled, took a hold of her legs, and then sat up on his knees, pulling her lower half up with him. This was a difficult position for Scyla. She had to hold all her weight on her shoulders, but at this point, it no longer mattered. She was too far-gone. She raked her nails across her hot body, furthering her arousal. She barely even noticed the video cameras on the wall, casting their harsh lights over them.
Skyler watched her with interest. He had rarely ever seen her caress herself. Only when she wanted to turn him on, but never when they were in the middle of interfacing. It was a sight he would never forget. He felt her legs tighten around his neck and he knew she was about to lose yet another internal battle. A powerful orgasm shook her body. Cum flowed from her pussy as she cried out in pleasure. He made sure to suck it all up, making double sure her cunt was perfectly dry and that he still had some of her juices in his mouth. Letting her rear rest on the bed again, he pulled her into his arms. “No matter what you say, love, you wanted that. Admit it.”
“Yes…” she panted. She hated to admit it but it was true.
He adjusted her onto his lap. His cock rubbed her belly, precum smearing onto her. A rare smile crossed his features. Claiming her lips, he rakishly kissed her as he laid her back down. The juices he had kept in the corner of his mouth he shot past her lips. She gasped at the taste of her own juices. She unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her hips to his. He took his cue and thrust into her moist pussy. She arched her back in pleasure, moaning against his lips. Her nails raked down his body to his rear. “Harder!” she pleaded, thrusting upwards.
“Shh…” he murmured, ramming his hips into hers. He balanced most of his weight on his forearms, watching her face intently as it scrunched up in great pleasure. She was so beautiful, he thought as he stroked her cheek.
She smiled, sensing his thoughts. “Thank you, Sky-mmhh…ahh!” she cried out as her climaxed was about to take her.
He sped up his thrusting as he wrapped an arm under her shoulders and fingered her left nipple. She thrashed beneath him, crying out his name as he flicked her nipple and rammed into her core. Watching her was bring him closer to his climax. He buried his face between her shoulder and neck and nibbled at her long sleek throat. She bucked beneath him then screamed as her climax washed over her. His followed right after, his hips stiffening as his rod surged within her. His cum splashed her inner walls as her muscles milked his dick for all it was worth. He unconsciously bit into her throat a little too hard, breaking the skin as his poisons spilled into the wound.
“Skyler?” she asked. Her voice shook with pain and exhaustion. “Ow…you’re hurting me! Skyler, stop it! NOW!” She tired shoving him off herself, but he held tight.
He had never thought of actually biting her before. And the taste of her blood was unlike anything he had tasted before. He should have tried this earlier. Scyla writhed beneath him, trying to knock him off. Her hands slapped against his head but he simply refused to let her go.
“Skyler…stop…” She felt light headed, everything seemed to spin. “…please…” Her eyes closed of their own accord. Her head rested against his as she slipped into unconsciousness. “…stop…”
“Hmmm…Amazing.” Skyler declared as he lifted his head. He stared down at the unconscious female. Fear flashed in his eyes as he tried to wake her. “Scyla, wake up! Damn it, bitch, wake up!” He grabbed her arms and began to shake her. Nothing happened. Quickly, he removed the chain and collar from around her neck and checked the bite mark he had made. It was oozing with green pus. “Smooth move, moron.” he muttered as he laid her back down on the bed and pulled out of her. Getting off the bed he quickly went to his lab and retrieved an anti-toxin. As he was about to go back to the room the intercom began to beep. “WHAT?” he yelled at his computer.
The screen lit up to show Midnite’s angry face. “Have you found Scyla yet?” he demanded, obvious to the fact the seeker was not wearing his battle armor.
Skyler hesitated. He glanced toward the room then back at the Destran leader. “Yes, she has been injured…poisoned after defeating three out of four Avilians.”
“Really?” Midnite was about to say more but Scyla’s scream interrupted them.
Skyler left the computer and Midnite, running as fast as he could to the female Destran. When he arrived, he found her thrashing on the bed. It took almost all his strength to hold her down. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” he said soothingly. He pulled her into his arms, trying to calm her down. Pulling out the anti-toxin he carefully ejected it into her neck, just above the bite. It took a few minutes for her to stop thrashing. He cradled her as her body went limp.
His eyes were focused on the sleeping female. Next time I bite her, he thought, I cannot go over thirty seconds. He carefully laid her back down, making sure her head rested comfortably on the soft pillows. Taking one of the black and gold satin sheets, he covered her up. For the next couple of hours he merely sat there studying her.
After several hours, he left her alone. Going back to his lab, he sat down at his computer and downloaded everything he had recorded.
The End?