Daphne sits alone, crying in the dark, hoping and praying this is some kind of sick joke. But hours pass and she’s still alone. Finally she gathers the energy to crawl across the room to the bed. She climbs on top of the shabby mattress where she cries for hours before falling asleep.
WEEK FOUR
A white figure scurries across the room, hiding under the cot in an attempt to hide from the small beam of light as Evan opens the door.
His eyes search the room finding it cluttered with empty ChocoLean wrappers and spilled jugs of water. The table is tipped over and several of the dildos lie on the bed, covered in thick globs of lubricants, and he knows she’s been eating the ChocoLean.
‘Chronic masturbation! Why didn’t you tell me that was a side effect?’ Evan had yelled at Stanley when they found out with the first victim.
“Honeeeey,” he calls out, happily, with his cock hardening at the thought of her repeatedly masturbating while eating his product. “It’s time to weigh you—come on out.”
He sniffs the air that’s thick with the odor of cunt and his eyes open wide in disgust from vision of the pathetic woman as she crawls from underneath the cot. Her white body is covered in finger smears where she has wiped her hands clean of melted ChocoLean. Her face looks like it’s covered in a weeks’ worth of beard growth from the layers of dried product circling her mouth. And her hair is a total blonde rat’s nest, stuffed with pieces of wrappers and lint.
She smiles incoherently while licking her lips. Her teeth are lined-brown and looking nasty. Her eyes begin to blink wide, with the pupils dilated, making the iris barely visible and giving her the look of a subterranean humanoid on chocolate crack.
“Come here, honey,” he coaxes with a Chocolean bar, and he notices the giant dildo hanging from her ass as she crawls to him smiling and grunting at the bar. “There you go, come on.”
Forcing her to follow him to the chains end, he stands taunting her. “Do you want it?”
“Yesssssss,” she slithers, rolling off her hands and knees and onto her back, spreading her legs, and fingering the dildo in and out of her ass. “Give it to meeeee,” she moans, pushing it to the hilt, where Evan can hear it as it hums deep inside of her. She laughs morbidly, high as fuck! She sloppily performs sexual acts on her ass and cunt with the giant tool, while he watches in awe.
The others had shown signs of chronic masturbation, but Daphne is experiencing a severe withdrawal by running out of the drugs and her body is craving sex as well.
“Make love to me Evan—please make love to me. I’ve been good, I’ve eaten it all! Look, look it’s all gone,” she offers frantically while pulling the dildo from her ass and waving it around the room, before laying it across her pussy and moaning loudly. This isn’t what he had pictured in his mind-- the others hadn’t acted out so profoundly, and he finds it un-nerving.
“I…can’t,” he says sadly. And unzipping his pants, he beats upon his cock as he watches the woman squirming on the floor, frigging herself with the giant rubber tube.
“Gimme! Gimme!” she cries, bucking wildly when she sees his dick and he stands watching, unable to force himself to screw the woman who longer resembles the curvy blonde from a week ago. But he continues beating on his dick until his body trembles and he starts to shoot through the air. “Ahhhhhhhg, ah, ah,” he moans, ejaculating over her, as her tongue lashes through the air, trying to catch the tiny droplets.
“More, more, more,” she pants, with every stroke into her squirting cunt. And shaking his cock in the air, he releases the last drops before putting it back into his pants.
Studying her body he can see that she’s lost at least a good 25-30 pounds, making him smile.
“We need to get you a new box, honey. You stay right here,” he teases, “I forgot your…fix.”
His body stiffens when her seductive voice crackles back to reality.
“Why are you doing this to me, Devon?”
Devon? No, she can’t remember… “What did you call me?”
“Devon,” she answers, coherently, but still looking extremely wacked out from the amphetamine laced food.
“Who told you that name?” he screams, running at her full pace and grabbing her by the chain. Her neck cranks and her body lifts slightly off of the floor as he yells again. “Who told you that? Tell me who told you that name!”
Her eyes bulge as she looks up at him and she gags. “Go ahead, fatty, kill me, you fucking murderer.” And she forces a smile through dark ChocoLean stained teeth, sending Evan into a rage.
“You don’t know me! Nobody knows me!”
“I know you. You’re a murderer just like my father—you’re no different!”
“That’s not true!” he screams, pacing the room in frustration. “I’m not a murderer! I’m a good person—they were the bad ones. I was just making things right.”
“By killing people, Evan? By killing me?” Daphne continues, desperately trying to reason with him.
“I wasn’t going to! But you left me! You left me to die…you hurt me. Again,” he whispers, stopping to look at her sadly; and she sees the look of hatred in his eyes, before he turns to leave the room.
“Don’t leave me! Evan, no!”
“I should have left you go a long time ago. This has gone on long enough.” Evan is lost as he makes his way to his office, looking for his handgun. She has to go away, now! She hurt you and she’s no good! He begins rummaging through his desk, tossing papers as he goes.
“Where the fuck is it?” Daphne hears Evan’s voice echoing from a room upstairs, and she struggles to pull her the locked collar over her head, but it sticks over the back of her head, and under her chin, locking in place.
Frantically pacing the room, her eyes land on a jar of Vaseline and in seconds, she’s smearing thick globs over her face and neck, popping the collar free and running up the stairs and out into the darkness of the back yard. Lost and disorientated from being awake for weeks, she runs in circles by the pool until Evan surfaces at the patio door. “Stop or I’ll shoot!”
Daphne turns and runs for the stairs leading down to the water when the first shot rings out, whizzing past her head and throwing up her hair. She reaches the first landing, grabbing the rail and making for the next below. She’s within shooting range when Evan makes it to the top, aiming the gun at her from above. “Stop!” he screams, freezing her in her tracks.
“Don’t do it, Evan…Think about what you have to lose,” she pleads.
“I don’t have anything to lose anymore. Nothing and no one,” he cries, dropping his arm to his side. “I loved you,” he screams, raising the gun again.
“I loved you too, Evan,” she responds quickly, hoping he won’t shoot; and again he lowers the gun.
“You did?” He asks sadly.
“Yes, baby. Of course I did,” she answers softly.
Pondering her words, he smiles… “LIAR!” he screams, bringing the gun back up. Two shots ring out loudly and Daphne screams as Evan’s body flies over her, disappearing in the darkness of the swirling abyss. For a moment the only sound is the crashing waves, and Daphne stands alone, looking into the darkness.
The silence is broken when a woman’s voice pierces the darkness, calling out her name. “Daphne! Daphne!” It echoes from above and she starts to cry as she starts to run down the stairs again. “Miss D’Angelo! Stop! It’s Agent Moore! I mean it’s Lacy!” the words ring inside of Daphne’s head and she drops to her knees, looking up to see the young girl running down at her.
The last thing she sees is Lacy’s pretty face looking down at her, mumbling some words and holding a badge.
IN CLOSING
The shines brightly off of the water and the two ladies lay on the deck of the mega-yacht, soaking up the sun and sipping umbrella drinks.
“So you didn’t know about my father?”
“Not until we started investigating Evan, when another investment partner of his ended up dead.”
“Which was S
teven,” Daphne adds, sadly. She was sickened knowing that she made love to the man who killed the love of her life.
“Yes, which was Steven. I’m sorry.”
“And I was cleared of the crime. Why?”
“Because you were a victim-- coerced into keeping silent under the threat of death.”
“What a nightmare,” Daphne adds, exasperated.
“Well the nightmare’s over, and if you look around you’ll notice the dream has begun,” she states, taking in the women’s new surroundings.
“Yeah, who would have thought one little satchel kept from evidence could be worth so much money.” Daphne smiles wryly, picking up her drink.
Lacy does the same, taking a small sip of hers.
“Mmm, that’s good. What do you call your million dollar drink again, miss D’Angelo?”
“ChocoLean, Officer Moore—Cheers.”
THE END
COMING SPRING 2012
A MERMAN COMETH
An Aquatic Tale of Breeding
An Aquatic Tale of Breeding
If you're like me, than you love the Sea and everything about it. Mermen, Dolphins, Pirates, Hidden Treasures, and Boundless mysteries. This story features very intense sexual situations, including Bondage, Dubious consent, Anal and Vaginal fingering, Shape-shifting, Breeding, Lactation, Double Penetration by Diphallia (Man with two penises!), and Tentacle sex-Oh My!
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