April 13, 2012

April 13, 2012 - Again

This is has some very violent imagery. I'm warning you now so you don't come crying to me later!


She was covered in blood. And it wasn't hers. This happened every week without fail. Always blood, always another body. Each scene more violent than the last. Today, she woke up with...something in her hand. She wasn't sure what it was this time, but it looked like she had masturbated with it. Never sure if that was bad or good, the Girl started cleaning up the mess.

Entrails and various other body pieces littered the basement floor. They couldn't even be called parts. A person walking in wouldn't be able to tell any of those pieces apart. But she liked it that way. She enjoyed it. Even as she cleaned up her weekly mess, she was feeling weak in the knees and wetness between her legs. Though that might have been blood. Times like this, it was hard to tell.

Not that she cared. Mostly, the girl just wondered if it was a man or woman this time. She tended not to be choosy about who she picked up for play time. It looked like a woman again this time. They were just so appealing. Their skin was so soft and warm... And they smelled so good...

She dropped to her knees and grabbed a bone poking out from the body. It looked like a bone from the leg. The Girl slid it into her dripping cunt with ease. She bent over, rubbing her face in the bloody floor as she masturbated herself to orgasm again. And again. Sometimes she remembered all the details, sometimes just the feelings she had. This time... It was details.

~~~~~~~

The woman she picked up had bright red hair and green eyes. And she smelled really good. The black dress hugged every curve in a way that left a person craving more. She had red shoes on. Bright red. With 6-inch heels. Every part about her was desirable. Vodka tonic was her drink of choice. Clean, simple. What would be done to her... Not so simple.

The Girl remembers picking her up at the bar. Wasn't hard to talk her into a night of fun. Couldn't tell if she was a full blown lesbian, bi, or just drunk. But it was easy to get her home. Get more drinks into her. Talk her into kinky stuff. Take her downstairs. Tie her up...

Then the fun can begin! Her clothes were already off, so there was no need to worry about that. But the Girl grabs the knife anyway. The woman says something about not being drunk enough for that. The Girl doesn't care. She grabs a paintbrush first. Painting lines all over the woman's body. Kissing some spots, licking others. She tasted good. Smelled even better. She may not have been drunk enough, but she was enjoying herself.

Lines now covered the woman's body. They accentuated every curve and made every little struggle so much more noticeable. It was incredibly erotic. The Girl kissed the woman hard on the lips, grabbing her breasts and buttocks in the process, bringing her closer. She moaned, starting to feel light-headed. There is a slight prick in her back, but it's ignored. The Girl kissing her... She knows what she is doing, knows how to please. Her mind is fuzzy now.

A knife appears in the Girl's hand. It's a different one. It has a thinner blade. It shines silver in the light. The woman feels it cut her skin. But everything is fuzzy. The pain comes from everywhere. For now, it's bearable. Only just. The lines painted on her body...guide marks for where the Girl wants to cut. Not deep cuts. Not yet. She's going to enjoy this one. Blood starts trickling out of the wounds. Dripping onto the cement floor. Running in rivulets down her legs.

The sight is erotic for the Girl. She wants to lick the blood from her new friend's body so badly... But she knows she has to wait. She needs more time with this one! Can't let her break like the last one! She works slowly, enjoying every little cut. Her hand is skilled now, as though she were a trained doctor doing surgery. In another life, it might have been her calling.

As the last cut is made, the woman makes a small noise of pain.  It worked this time! She lasted longer than the others! Finally, the Girl licks some of the wounds around the woman's breasts, biting her gently. The woman moans at the ministrations. Maybe it's just a dream and she can wake up soon... It's not a dream. The Girl goes back to the lines and cuts much deeper. She cries out in pain. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next. She was kissed, roughly and passionately. As though the Girl was enjoying herself.

And she was. She was very wet and couldn't wait to play more. Her knees shook with excitement. It was always a good sign when she could orgasm just from cutting. She broke the kiss to listen to the woman scream again. It took a while for the woman to lose her voice. The Girl was sad when she did. A good screamer was always fun. But no one could last forever.

The fact she was still conscious was a saving grace. She was very expressive. Her body twitched, her face showed every small wince of pain.

It was wonderful!

Sadly, it didn't last forever...

Finally, the woman passed out. The Girl almost cried a little when she finally did. She probably wouldn't wake up. Taking the knife, she started stabbing the woman's body. Blood started gushing out all over the floor. She plunged her knife in deep. She started biting the woman, as well, tearing off chunks of flesh with her teeth.

Cutting the woman down, the Girl started ripping the body apart, rubbing the entrails all over herself. Stripping down, she grabs several organs and rubs them against her sex. Clenching her legs to keep the organs there, she rubs her face in the body. The smell of the woman's blood was intoxicating and, in moments, she was in her own little heaven.

It wasn't long before there were little pieces scattered around the room, a bloodied mass in the middle of the floor. The Girl was writhing around in ecstasy. There was something in her hand. But it was hard to distinguish what exactly it used to be. But she was masturbating with it. To an outside observer, there would be no question that she was extremely happy and very satisfied.

None had yet felt like this. This was one to be saved in memories.

~~~~~~~

As she finished cleaning up, her phone rang. The caller was unknown. She picked it up anyway.

"Hello? Hey. Yeah. Uhuh... Sure!"

Putting the phone back down, she ran to the bathroom. The Girl showered thoroughly. Tonight, she would be going out to meet people and make new friends.

Again.

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