A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen

by Bella BloodLust

  “What did you just say Master?” Bella was in shock and awe instantly perked up and looked him in the eyes.

  “It’s been you! All along! After so many years why didn’t you tell me!? Even online! Why didn’t you tell me it was you Master?!” She was so surprised and in disbelief that he began to reach for his mask that was typically worn at all times.

  “Does this look familiar?” Master Jimi laughed hysterically.

  “It’s been such a pleasure getting to know you in this lifetime and watching you from afar. Knowing when the time was right, I would strike; take you as my own once again. As I have so many times before.”

  Smiling and looking into her eyes, Bella was still in shock and awe smiling

  “But how could you? When could you? It’s impossible!” She exclaimed.

  “Nothing is impossible my perfect concubine. Did I mention that I’ve also found the key to immortality?” Bella sat in amazement completely overwhelmed by master Jimi and all of his profound genius.

  “Master I have so many questions.” Master Jimi smiled and looked into her eyes; “Of course you do, always so persistent.” Kissing her on the third eye gently, deeply, exchanging their beautiful energy once more.

  “Rest now my precious pet, after all, we do have eternity, and you mustn’t forget….. We are now one, mind, body and soul.” Bella fell fast asleep sighing contently on his strong chest, never had she felt so free before, so incredibly alive.

  Worship Me

  Written by DJ Signify

  There she was. In her majestic, gothic castle. Dressed for the kill oh so sexy, and looking for a candidate to fit the needs of a Goddess. Looking down onto the outlay of the land. The army barracks, the miniature hovels built into the hills where the commoners lived. The colosseum she had setup for the weekend’s death games and executions. The cemeteries, the livestock pens, blacksmith quarters and alchemist’s den. All fit to serve a need and purpose intricately designed by a mastermind set to rule and conquer other lands. Expansion of territory and plundering of far off distant places with a thirst for taking their exotic goods, people and their very souls.

  Her previous high servant and slave had failed in an attempt to keep an intruder from sneaking into the vastness of the lower dungeon area. She found out because she heard the man’s screams. Being devoured by some beast spawned from whatever mother beast or abomination lurked there within. The thing was. She did not recently throw any such man down below. That’s why she knew he must have snuck in. Slipped the key from her previous drunken high servant, to wander down below for a little snoop to see what just was down there.

  For there were rumors throughout the land that there were literally caverns filled with precious jewels, gold, and ancient stones pillaged from other lands that delighted her wanton desire. Needless to say he did not find his fancy, for the instant he reached the bottom of the spiral stone stairwell he was greeted with a huge, bulging, oily muscular tentacle flying towards him at an incredible speed. Wrapping around his entire body within seconds and squeezing him first.

  Instantly stopping his blood flow, strangling his innards and intestines up and down, some exiting his asshole like sausages, some flowing up his throat and out of his mouth. Choking on them, biting through them, spewing from his mouth letting out a loud gurglish

  “GGGLLLLUUUGGG!!!”

  Mixed screams she heard. Becoming both curious and excited by the idea of what caused such horror. His eyes popped from their sockets and the monster pulled him into its mouth to be slowly devoured alive. Then to be dissolved and digested amongst the acids and gastric juices to be dissolved to sludge, slowly to death.

  The powerful woman was in search of a new high servant as the one who previously served her. Upon his begging, kneeling, crying pleas to be given another chance, she stood there on her throne, legs crossed; staring down at his pettiness and worthlessness unfazed. No emotion but a slight gleaning in your eyes at the thought of what she was going to do to him. She let this go on for an incredibly long time.

  He asked, then screamed “Please Goddess.... SAY SOMETHINGGGG!!!”

  Looking up at her with a horrified shocked expression. Sweating, heart beating so loud you could sense it ready to burst. Then she simply told him in a robotic voice; to lay down. He did so willingly, slowly he got up. He walked over and brought her black, thick leathered, intricately laced high heeled boots, with the four inch needle like heels; down with blazing speed. Through the middle of his forehead, all the way through his head and into his brain.

  The sounds of cracking skull followed by squished brain matter leaking out from the man now all over the floor. Seconds prior to his death she had cast a spell on his worthless existence, rendering his body paralyzed. Glued to the floor lifting her lovely wicked foot encased in her deadly boot from his brain slowly, wiping the brain matter off the spike onto his shirt. She slowly glided over to sit at the window and look down upon the land. With her black cat nearby she sat in serenity as the storm clouds thickened. Thinking. The powerful woman wrote two brief notes. One to each of the candidates she had been surveying at the death matches each weekend.

  A place where man would be pit against man; or man vs animal. Even animal vs animal to use various weapons of her choice to kill each other all for her amusement. Sometimes the last man or animal standing was forced to fight in a free for all, leaving the last man or beast standing to claim the title of victory. Notes were sent by carrier snow owls she summoned from the mountains, and who were not seen after. There was a note on his doorstep written in beautiful violet/black calligraphy; demanding him to be in her quarters at midnight. Exactly midnight.

  The powerful ruler made him and the other man kneel down before her as was the proper position to be in when being addressed to by someone of supreme status. She explained to them how she wanted someone to serve her.

  A slave. Someone to serve as her personal bodyguard. Someone to provide the role of assassin when she needed an enemy snuffed out and was too bored or tired to get her own hands or mind bloody with a spell. She wanted someone for the pleasure of being an accomplice in a hit. Someone to massage and caress her lovely skin, to play chess with, to hunt with for the simple thrill; to be there as a servant to whatever desires she had in mind.

  To feed you and do odd errands about the estate for you. As she spoke down to us of her requests; his strength, passion and desire only grew stronger. His head spun and he was shaking a bit knowing well then and there he was to win this battle to be granted such a high privilege of serving her in such honor. He couldn’t wait to get my hands on him as she stood there, black lipstick, skin tight leather pants gleaming in the light. Her black deadly leather knee high boots, skin tight leather corset which was red but mostly black. Rumor had it that the reddish tint was from the blood of her enemies, and that she had some of their blood soaked into the leather as a keepsake. All who existed within her kingdom knew for certain that she kept a room full of enemies’ skulls somewhere in the castles insides.

  Amongst many other unfashionable jewels, treasures, talismans and oddities of immense value and power. Just to be on his knees there beneath her was intoxicating. He learned a lot subliminally about her in that speech that only made his intense passion grow more fiercely than ever before. To be given the grant to be amongst her in the future. An honor incomprehensible to people in the rest of the land.

  Yes she had potential candidates fight to the death before but even the winners sometimes in those battles always disappeared shortly afterwards as they weren’t held high enough for her standards; were often found long after sticking out of puddles of quicksand, drowned. Other times they ended up going through a meat grinding machine which she fed their squished meat to her dogs. But he knew just how she would want the battle, to wage on an utmost confidence in pleasing her desires.

  He knew when she threw the dagger into the pit. The pit was located
deep in the castle dungeons. It was a sandy bottom floored hell with circular surrounding stone walls, marked with blood, bone fragments, fingernails strewn here and there and stuck into the sides of the wall itself.

  The sand was reddish tint. And it was hot. He and his opponent stood facing off against each other dressed only in loincloths hiding their private parts and yet they were both still soaked with sweat, bodies glistening in the light. He knew when the dagger was launched at them, that she had absolutely no interest in seeing it being used yet, and that what she really desired was to see an awe inducing yet excruciating battle. One full of brutality and struggle of moans and noise. The arena was thick with the smell of fresh blood and sweat. The air of nobility synchronized well with the endless martial arts tactic and strategic warfare on the utmost cunning cruel level; with the ultimate outcome being, death.

  His victim made the first mistake of reaching for the dagger first. Permitting him this allowance to get there before him as planned. When he reached down, I planted my foot into the side of his head upon which there was a sickening crack. The sound of his temple bone crushing, sending his opponent’s eyeball to come out of its socket silenced the roaring crowd. This sent his opponent into a rage, just as he had calculated. His fighter intelligence went out the window and he started throwing wild punches, which were easily sidestepped.

  His thighs splintered in pain by endless kicks, he winced in pain each time the impact was felt. The sound of his kicks hitting his flesh only and over driving the fighter to kick harder, slowly crushing the blood vessels on the inner and outer portion of his thighs while sending the discoloration to black and blue throughout his limbs. Oh was he frustrated. His opponent couldn’t connect and the fighter kept toying with him as he could have easily dropped him with a head kick or uppercut early in the battle. But wanting him to suffer and to die slowly was much more appealing.

  The powerful woman was up there watching like a queen black widow peering into chaos supplementing itself in the middle of her vast strewn web with stone silence. But what the fighter sensed was delight as her cheeks reddened a bit. The fighter noticed her move a bit to get a closer look at what was happening. The fighter’s poor, poor opponent started to sway as his leg had hardly any circulation left to hold him up. The fighter helped him down with a blast to this knee which was like kicking out a support from underneath a giant tower.

  Down he went howling in pain as dust came up from his fall. It was the last time in his life he would be standing tall. The fighter quickly applied a stealthy leg and arm hold on him thereby positioning his body with his opponent’s back to the ground and the fighter on top of him but with his back to his stomach. The fighter wrapped his legs around his upper torso and rib cage and his arms around his neck and head. He applied pressure slowly with his thighs squeezing tighter and tighter around his opponents ribs; like a boa constrictor on a hog. Each time his opponent inhaled the fighter tightened his squeeze further cutting off his airflow; with my arms choking his windpipe off and holding his head in place. He made low cries, and noises which resemble the prey in its last breaths.

  “Ooooohhhhhh.” He struggled.

  Sweet, sweet struggle his opponent squirmed to try and break free but to no avail. The fighter actually started losing his grip with his legs because his torso was so slippery from the sweat and there was up and down movement, endless and endless defiant squirming.

  The fighter began watching her as he held him. He saw that she now had her mouth open and she was unaware that her right hand had slipped to her pussy; a sign she was in quite the amazement at the desired effect she wanted, that was now taking place just below. The fighter had been hard as fuck for over an hour now. The constant up and down motion of him gaining and keeping a stronghold on his opponent’s body while he tried to squirm free caused him to cum heavily. All over his back, the fighter spilled his seed, in which when his opponent felt it; left him crying in horror at such a violation to his manhood. But the fighter only grinned and felt quite satisfied. He noticed the man was finally near to losing consciousness, because his eyes were bugging out of his head from the choke hold that left him gasping for air.

  The fighter released the hold and let out a barrage of punches onto his face over and over again, and that’s when the blood started to flow. His left eyebrow let loose split and gushed blood. The nose breaking had quite the audible crack, and the final punch connected where he loosened his eye earlier; only this time his eye completely dislodged and hung out of his skull for all the world to see. The fighter had a crazy idea that the dislodged eyeball was watching her inducing a burst of laughter to echo manically off the stone colosseum.

  The fighter simply stood up and went over, picking up the dagger he then sat on his back pinning him to the floor. He held his opponents hair and head back then he started to cry.

  The fighter told his opponent whispering in his ear, “Sssssshhhhhhh.”

  The fighter then in a nonchalant demeanor started sawing at his throat with the dagger holding his head out as he convulsed; the blood spewing everywhere including all over the now victor. He watched as he bled out he let his head drop, raising the dagger over his head with both hands he brought it down with full force through the back of his skull and base of his spine. The tip going through his body and sticking into the floor.

  It let off quite a cracking sound followed by the horrors of squishing skull and brain matter. Yet he was not completely dead as the blade must have set off a part of his brain processing in which he started asking him in a haunted dying robotic voice if he was his father. Repeating the troubling phrase slowly, over and over again. The fighter delivered the kill shot lifting his leg and driving his heel down and upwards smashing his nose bone into the center of his brain.

  The fighter quickly looked up and saw her standing on the rim of the wall with her hands on her hips smiling wickedly in full. Her glowing smiled showing extreme pleasure and valor. He knew at that point she had found what she ever so desired. But he was by no means going to get ahead of himself. She made a come forth gesture with her index finger and he had to pinch himself to get moving. So overwhelmed with mixed emotions that he’s pleased her that he nearly fainted.

  He came to her and stood face to face with his new owner and queen. A very bold move to do even in light of the occurrences, looking into her eyes as she looked him over.

  Then she put her arms out and said, “Carry me.”

  He took her in his arms and walked slowly back to her chamber. She showed no discomfort granted, he was still covered in blood and sweat. She clung tight pressing against him and Ooohhh the feel of her near exposed breast pressed against his heart; which pounded intensely. He laid her down on her bed and she told him directly that this was the one time for a very long time he would have the privilege to feel her so he’d better make it worthwhile.

  She told him her feet hurt. So he ran his hands across the leather of your boots feeling the sleekness and smoothness of them while his heart raced. Relishing the thought that some of the highest decisions made on other people were made while she was standing in those boots. The brilliant lacing pattern so intricate he loved the thought of how long it would take to undo them. So tight. That they’d carried her through battlefields to examine the aftermath that her armies had caused and the blood she walked through. The throats and heads she stepped on and squished when she noticed an opponent was still alive. They were laced eloquently and precise up the back as well and I untied them slowly watching her laying there motionless still in shock and disbelief that this was happening.

  He pulled her right boot off slowly and laid it down carefully at the end of the bed. He then put his lips to the bottom of her foot and kissed. He kissed every inch of her foot and toes then her calf. Running his tongue from toe under her foot up her heel to the soft spot behind her knee. He did the same with the other leg. Kissing oh so soft and wet. Then he massaged her where he’d k
issed; firmly and gently depending on each part of her body catering to her every whim.

  These hands had done horrible things. He then sat behind her, kneeling as he went to work on unlacing her corset slowly and carefully; taking quite care not to cause her any discomfort. He then lay the lacings to each side of her and applied his lips to the base of her spine near her ass. In the middle of her back he kissed her gently over and over; moving his kisses to the sides of her lower abdomen and up her back again. He ran his tongue up her spine licking her like a serpent.

  He continued massaging her and licking her feet. Stroking her and caressing her soft skin, feeling her intense energy build. He wrapped his arms around her and just lied there with his head relaxed against her upper back as he started to feel her breasts. Kissing her neck firmly and stroking her hair, he heard his queen let off a soft moan of pleasure which made his heart dance and smile. She moved to her side both lying next to each other face down but staring into each other’s eyes. They explored the depths and listened outside to the gusting wind as the sky went black; promising the storm of the century that was about to strike down. But it was warm the breeze soothed their naked bodies and the candles blew out, He then took her into his arms and slipped inside her. The pleasure shared lasting for what felt like eternity.

  The Hunt

  Written by Belladonna

  His heart racing, he darted through the trees hearing the yells of the others all around him. The crushing sound of leaves and branches beneath him as he raced faster and deeper into the woods knowing the hounds would soon be released and that she would be after him. The shadows of horns on his head surgically screwed into his skullcap, he found himself altered quite sadistically at the hands of a bloodthirsty psychopath.

  “Here she comes!” The sounds echoed through the woods as the others bounded over trees, through cold iced winter waters in nothing but hooves bound and chained over their feet. Suede loincloths adorned their flesh cold from winters chill. Their breath heavy, the icy cloud increased with each rampant leap to get as far away from the manor as physically possible. For a chance at freedom from hell on earth.