There she was, a luscious feast to behold, a thick Swedish girl with long thick golden hair. Her breasts adorned her chest like two ripe pears waiting to be tasted. Her pussy was swollen already well used, her left hand wandered south, examining the lush curls that were nestled between her milk maid thighs. Kyle watched in eager anticipation as Jess ached for this woman, she wanted to be there, brushing the hair from her face and tasting her breasts while every drop of blood was slowly pulled from her body by needle. She looked so weak, as Jess’s nipples hardened at such a gloriously wicked sight, the lights flickered in her cell, waking her to a mild state of consciousness.
“I can see how thrilling my horror show is to you, welcome to The Silver Screen Slaughterhouse, you are the only one to have ever laid eyes upon this before.”
She smiled her eyes still fixed to the screen as if she couldn’t blink. She felt compelled to watch every nuance of this delicious torture, a sweet nightmare to satiate the darkness that lied dormant in her soul. Something deep inside of her that she always tried to run away from, hide and suppress, but now in full epiphany she realized exactly who indeed she was, a killer. No different than Kyle, Darkeel, whomever truly reigned and ruled inside this man’s soul, they both feasted for lust and blood and nothing in this world would stop them from indulging in every sick twisted fantasy that they craved more than ever again seeing the light of day.
His strong, glorious hands once more reaching forward to press this button, his modulated voice boomed across the loudspeaker echoing against the stone wall in these dark and dreary chambers.
“Whore, what is your name?”
The shaking blonde uttered a word that she formed with her lips in a most peculiar way, not understanding the reference, just stating what she was told to say so many times before while surviving the most severe beatings inflicted upon her naked flesh by Darkeel himself.
“Bambi.”
Her eyes closed once more as a tear streaked down her face, the blood once more returning back to her body after being pulled, cleaned out and reintroduced through a plasma machine nearby.
“When I found her she was a trained Olympic Athlete, a track runner for the Swedish team. She craved gold medals more than life itself, it was the only Achilles’ heel that she possessed. Late night runs made her an easy target, she was so strong, her muscles so healthy, that bleeding her out was the only way to make her submit.” Kyle stated the facts, continuing on with his formal introductions, each treasured possession more beautiful and exotic than the previous one in my collection.
“She’ll be perfect for deer hunting season, especially in late August, I assume you’ll want to use arrows to hunt down such a fast and beautiful piece of game?” Jess looked up into his eyes smiling deviously.
“Deer hunting season is from late August to December, it depends on how well she’s trained by then, and perhaps I won’t be the only one to hunt her?”
Kyle said with a cunning grin and fierce devilish eyes. Jess gasped at the thought of being beside him, bow and arrow in hand, waiting for his signal before launching them high into the air. Her eyes witnessing them fall swiftly to piece the skin of the gorgeous game that was imported all the way from Sweden.
“Speechless.” His grin widened into a carnal smile, he realized that he’s plucked a dark chord that lies deep within the soul of this hauntingly beautiful woman.
“I confess, I’m used to a much slower method, one that leaves my victims swooning in bliss before they perish. This brutal, cruel blow has such a richer taste than that of poison.” Her eyebrows curled and she winked cracking a smile.
Before Kyle could respond he noticed once again her eyes being drawn to the screens, this time to a stunning woman who appeared to be Colombian. Her long thick brown hair cascaded down her naked breasts all the way down to her waist. She was tied to the rack, her legs and arms being strenuously pulled in separate directions, her face contorting in pain as her body shuddered and sweat profusely. Jess was compelled to understand the reasoning behind this form of conditioning but before her lips could even utter a single word Kyle’s voice intervened;
“Sometimes I prefer a swift and brutal kill, one who can barely move yet can watch in horror as their own demise approaches in full totality.”
As the victim continued to strain and arch her back, hoping for even the smallest mercy in the form of centimeters, she started to cry and her luscious full tits hardened, from the stress of enduring such torment, not from pleasure but that of pain.
“I also should add that she was an infamous black widow when I came across her in Brazil, she’d already killed three good men, and was celebrating over a table of the finest liquor available. I thought she’d look better mounted on my wall instead.”
He leaned forward his eyes narrowing into two devious black holes, she started to scream; she could feel his presence again inside of her,
“Just fucking kill me already!” her voice trailed through the air on a breeze, echoing into Jess’s mind as vividly as it came across the speaker.
“What is your name?!” Kyle yelled furiously he knew this bitch would never submit, never for a single moment would this dark whore let any man feel superior to her, even while shackled on the rack.
“Reaper, Sir.”
She responded, mumbling profanities in her native tongue, as Kyle waited for her to pause he continued to interrogate her;
“What is your ultimate purpose in this world?”
She started to cry, the rack pulled tighter and her limbs felt as if they were going to snap. Her ligaments already stretched far beyond their capacity, she hadn’t felt anything below her elbows in weeks it seemed.
“To suffer. To die a glorious death by your hands whenever you ultimately desire.”
Just repeating these words were enough to make her face contort as if she was being pumped full of poison, her body started to shake, her wrists and ankles started to quiver uncontrollably; without notice the light went out above her, in cell number seven, she didn’t make a sound. She just lied there, stretched across the wooden rack like animal hide tanning in the sun during Indian summer.
“What we sew, so shall we reap.” Jess’s words had never been truer, she wasn’t the only one who was waiting to meet their ultimate demise.
The next monitor was now displaying action, a woman who was continuously submerged into a tank of water, only to be pulled out right before she passed out. Her body was frail, she’d been here for ages it seemed, her long black hair covered her face. The petite size of her frame would indicate that she was Japanese, but in this state it was hard to tell. Her body was wrapped in a straightjacket her legs dangling, her entire body wrapped in a cage of chains. She gasped for air wondering if this would be the last time she could capture it completely. There was a morbidly elegant dance that was displayed here, her pale skin moved serenely up and down in and out of the tank, her swanlike neck exposed, elongated, just like her legs. She wasn’t blue like Frostbite, no, she was warm, her flesh red hot and the water below steaming off of her, making it difficult for her to focus, concentrate or even see. The water splashed loudly, echoing off the floors, slapping it away vividly while the screams of other treasured possessions continued to scream throughout the dungeon floors.
“I have special plans for this one, she’s of hearty stalk, one who can be hunted anytime throughout the year, there’s a beautiful lake nearby that I’d love to show her, that is for the very last time. Strangling her underneath the running waters by her swan like neck. It isn’t often that I enjoy such a kill, but for her I’ll make an exception.”
Kyle shared this information as Jess saw into his mind’s eye, witnessing the very same frozen lake that that mysterious blonde from his youth was found; soaked in blood, naked and left to the wilderness to dispose of. She realized how important tradition was to a man like this, recreating his origins time and time again was
a pattern that transformed him into the monster that stalked the hills of Colorado, wrapped around a dark demon that clung to his soul that was shrouded in cruelty in the guise of a well-respected man. As the woman was freed once more from her oceanic submergence, she gasped and choked while Kyle’s voice addressed her formally over loudspeaker;
“Tell me your name.”
Her almond shaped eyes peered out from her soaking wet locks of hair;
“The name you’ve given this sacrifice is Swan. I am at your disposal.”
She long since accepted her fate here in his world, she’d been here the longest, her soul conditioned to this routine of torture, a strict regimen that altered the mind and willpower of any one who found themselves in Darkeel’s Lair.
“That is all.” Kyle’s voice articulated his appreciation to her, she was the most well trained trophy he’d ever previously had, besides Jess.
Kyle’s eyes left cell number eight to purvey the beguiled look on his new concubine’s pretty face.
“I see you have a fetish for red heads, even more so than myself it seems, a woman after my red blooded heart.”
Jess bit her lip hearing the tormenting words spill forth from his lips. As her eyes looked into cell number nine she saw a glorious vision of art in female form, a living, breathing Venus di Milo. Her long red hair cascaded down past her ass, her body was athletic, her tits full and supple, with vivid shades of red and brown interlaced in a blaze of color across her pale chest. She was clearly Italian, her nose was classic to the region, her luscious thighs and full hips made Jess moan aloud;
“Mmmm, you do know what I like.”
Jess hypnotized continued watching this woman as she prepared to take a bath in a very small tub of water. Her chambers were simple but without the usual torture devices, instead she was left with magnificently carved wooden dildos, native to her country and to her wanton sex drive.
Her full lips forming into a feline smile, this smile all too recognizable to a sex kitten like Jess, “Mmm she’s hungry, waiting to be used rough and put away wet.” She didn’t realize her filthy whore thoughts were escaping her lips;
“Is that right? Tell me more.” Kyle’s voice instructed as his eyebrow raised in sheer delight.
“It’s the same look I get in my eye when only a thick cock will do, aching to be filled completely, the feeling of being so full you couldn’t possibly take another inch without bursting.”
Her eyebrow raised mischievously she could see his cock so rigid and thick, bulging and pressing against his jeans.
“You’re making me hard.” Kyle started to slowly unzip, his lips groaning in discomfort, he needed to release the wild beast inside, Jess brought it out of him so vividly.
“I want you to place your hands on the wall, just below her monitor.”
Jess approached the wall and did just as she was told, she loved taking orders and executing them as swiftly as her owner desired. Watching as pride poured across his face relishing in such a well-trained toy, eager to serve. Kyle’s belt buckle jingled as it hit the ground, he leaned in close brushing away the hair from Jess’ face and whispering into her ear,
“Spread your legs, and watch Crimson’s show while I tear you apart.”
As she gasped from his words, sheer torment wrapped in intoxicating ecstasy, she felt his cock stabbing deeply into her, stretching her lips apart and gouging a hole, carving his shape into her belly, she moaned aloud, her nails digging into the wall as she took him in completely. Kyle pulled her head back by the hair, kissing that one place on her neck that made her squirt against her will. She bucked wildly, his voice groaned and moaned, he’d never felt such a tight cunt gripping his cock so viscerally before. He felt every drop of blood coursing into his shaft, flooding towards the tip, her orgasms only made her peach tighter, even in the endless flow of juices, Kyle felt youth restored once more, ready to cum long before he ever intended.
He held back, his hands gripping her hips and rushing up her ribs to her full breasts that were swaying and slapping down hard with every brutal blow and pump of his hips. Thrusting deep, harder and faster with each moment that went by. She looked at the monitor watching Crimson’s body shudder as she stuffed two dildos inside of her, one in her ass the other in her pussy, as she came in that moment, her long red locks flowed wildly down her face. Her lips and nose parting the waves of red in two, she squirt sweet juices across the screen into the corner of her stone cell chamber, soaking the red velvet fabric and pillows that lined the center of the floor, a makeshift bed for a slave to pleasure herself. The stimulus was too much for Jess to take;
“Oh god she squirted and I can’t stop, fuck me master, take me to your paradise, I want to feel you explode!”
Her moans loudly echoed and in that moment she felt his body tense, his back arch and his cock swell two more inches around and in length, it felt as if she was being lifted off of his body by the sheer magnificent force of his cum, exploding inside of her she reached back gripping his shoulders and neck and kissing the side of his face;
“Oh God, Jess.” Kyle buried his face into her neck, kissing her endlessly.
“So fucking tight.”
He continued to stammer as his rapid breath rose and fell, Crimson was long since spent, curled up in the corner, still shuddering as her thighs trembled and forced more liquid honey from her supple shaved mound. Her fingers still deep inside her slutty little holes, biting her lips in utter desperation wishing somebody would use her long into the night, the way whores craved most.
Jess still trembling from such a violent intrusion, her limbs did their best to leap and contort causing her to brace herself against the wall, pressing her cheek to the damask surface of the wall paper. Relishing in having to catch her breath to whisper in stammers aloud;
“Thank you master, for such sublime ecstasy.”
Her lips slowly formed each word to articulate how vividly she swam in pleasure, warm and endless like fountains of blood surrounding her in a tide of carnality, she lost herself in his energy. Felt her swooning and giving way to more beautiful feelings in darkness, a serene existence that left her out of body until she felt his strong hands once more. Reaching forth to stabilize himself as he caught his breath Kyle stood behind her still slowly slipping himself from her warm inviting pussy. Never wanting to leave.
He bent down and slowly pulled her panties up over her thighs and ass, kissing her lower back and standing up, pulling his jeans up, Jess could hear the belt buckle, she felt angst set in, she always felt so empty when thighs parted and hard cocks vanished once more from inside her. The feeling of being filled to the brim with a prick as hard as iron was what she truly lived for, the rest of life’s moments were layered fleeting adventures and memories that made her ache for pleasure and affection. She sighed and he felt the sadness well up within her soul.
“You will feel me inside you again, my pet, very soon, I promise you’ll be begging for me to pull out, this I promise you.”
Kyle smiled wickedly knowing what it means to feel that disconnect and remorse after releasing such ecstasy, intertwined the world seems to lack in existence, but once every drop was spilled the sad return to reality was a harsh blow to any artist, creative mind or those who pined for pleasure like air filling their lungs after drowning.
“I have one more remarkable creature to introduce you too before you’ve seen my entire collection of treasured possessions.”
Kyle spoke directly into her left ear, the wind escaping left chills on Jess’s neck, trailing down her naked shoulders and causing her nipples to harden once more.
“Your voice does wicked things to me, I’d do anything just to hear you speak, even over the most trivial of points.” Jess smiled her feline brows rising and arching in unison with her back.
Kyle laughed aloud, “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, nice try though,” she continued her wry
seduction;
“Who said I was flattering you?” she smiled cockily;
“Perhaps a fetish for auralism is to blame, your tone is so intoxicating.” Kyle gripped Jess underneath the rib cage and stood her upright directly in front of her, her face naturally focused on the screens before them.
“I can show you a tone that you wouldn’t be able to find ways to make those thighs drip before me profusely, if you’d like?” Jess’s eyes widened and bulged;
“As much as I understand and appreciate that side of you, I’d prefer to stay in your good graces, that place in your world provides even the smallest chance of survival. Now who is this final victim that will soon find her resting place out back?”
Jess knew she crossed the line, it wasn’t easy to dance with the devil and not feel the scorching flamed tongue that coincided with such a beast. She was never good at being entirely good, it felt so much better to be bad, to feel that visceral impact left in marks by those that craved to inflict pain as much as she enjoyed relishing in their darkness as a porcelain sacrifice.
Kyle’s fingers reached forth to press the button, “Vicious Cunt, what is your name?”
Jess peered forward horrified by the level of torture that this one woman had endured thus far, she was covered in bruises, her face still healing in its blackened state. Her hair was long, sleek an endless river of black and silver intertwined in each lock. Her face was frozen in a state of anger she sat up on a silver panel with shackles on her wrists and ankles, the burn marks displayed on each limb radiated from the center of the metal it was obvious to Jess that she was wired for a strong electrical current. One that should’ve killed her many times over by now, but for some reason she was still here refusing to speak even with this level of encouragement in the bellows of the dungeons down below.
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