Old Angel Midnight (closed. PM to enquire)

dr_mabeuse

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The rain has stopped; the streets glisten in the dark, while clouds drift like razors over the face of the foolish moon. It is so quiet that I can hear the soft electric hum of the streetligts, the sound of water gurgling down drains. In the distance the sound of a siren. Tires sizzle on the wet pavement as a late taxi cruises by.

I hunt this city. It suits me. Prey is everywhere, and grows more plentiful every day. In the crowds or alone on the midnight streets, I go unnoticed: just another shadow in the alley, a darkness on a roof top, a passerby.

I don't think of myself as a vampire. That is too crude to describe what I do. I don't feed on blood; I feed upon human emotions, the more extreme and the more intense the better. The hot, raw taste of anger, the strong and powerful tang of fear in all its variations; sorrow, thin and salty, and the bitter and choking flavor of jealousy and resentment.

But the best is lust; sexual excitement, arousal, orgasmic rapture. The taste is clean and pure. but wonderfully complex and satisfying. And of the sources, I prefer young women best. Women who are just entering the flush of their sexual maturity, who are just discovering the pleasure that lies in their bodies, who can still be surprised by their own emotions. Not too naive; not too experienced. Just right.

I don't have to sniff the air to find my prey. I can taste them in the air. Some sixth sense leads me to them, to their homes, their bedrooms. From there it is nothing for me to gain access to them. And the delicious part is that I am my own chef: I am the source of the very enotions I feed on.

For instance tonight. I find myself outside the apartment of a charming young girl, just out of college and holding down a lucrative job, living on her own, capable, self-possessed, socially active, quite beautiful. She is asleep on the fifth floor, having returned tonight from dinner with a male friend. I know that their evening ended romantically, with them kissing and fondling on her sofa. But she is a good girl, and she denied him the ultimate pleasure of her body.

She is not unusually chaste; she has had many lovers, but currently she sleeps alone. But I can see her desires in her dreams as she feels a man taking her, loving her, showing her things she never imagined. I can see her dreaming of herself as a woman no man can resist, as a paragon of sexuality and womanly beauty, as sensual, sexual, effortlessly desirable.

I take myself up to her bedroom window and hover outside on the fire escape. The blinds are drawn, but Ican see through them, see where she sleeps in her big, canopied bed, one of her first purchases.

Like that I am in the room, without a sound, without a rustle in the still and sleepy air. I am still cold from the outside, so I stand there in the darkness watching her as she sleeps. To keep her quiet, I put a modest spell on her, to blur her mind and make her limbs heavy and slow.

How shall I take her? Shall I just appear in bed with her and take her in my arms, letting the feel of my mouth on her breasts awaken her? Should I just place my cock in her mouth? (How that would enliven her dreams!) Should I begin my tasting her thighs, slowly licking my way up?

One thing is certain: before I am finished she shall be very aroused, desperate for my touch, hanging on the edge of pleasure. Only then will I dine on her emanations.

My name is Midnight. Amos Midnight.
 
Whitney Kent

I had brushed my long dark hair with the brush. Sighing as the date went fairly well. I just wasn't getting what I wanted from my dates anymore. I could have slept with him but then for what. A jerk in the morning.

I close the blinds and head for bed. Dreaming of the perfect man and the sexual bliss that derives from such perfection. I sleep alone on the canapoy bed. I toss and turn thorought the evening. I wipe my brow from heavy sweats.

Sometime in the slumber I must have went into a deeper sleep. I felt rather heavy. I turned again and moaned.

I felt a numbing sensation and opened my eyes but I couldn't see very clearly. I was probably dreaming about being awake. Stupid dreams.... *sigh*
 
She stirs only slightly in her sleep as I approach the bed. I can see what she's dreaming, I can feel what her body feels, the soft, lonely ache for a man's touch, a man's firm caress. It is always like this with women: this persistent yearning, and vague sense of emptiness.

She is a beautiful girl. I will have no other kind, but then they are all beautiful when they begin to yield to me. Passion makes any woman beautiful, and passion is my stock in trade.

Her dark hair spills around her like shadow. Her night giown is black as well and reveals the rich swell of her creamy breasts and the dark shadow between them.

I go to her and enter her bed; put my arm around her and lift her easily to where my lips wait for her. I kiss her cheek, feeling her warmth, tasting her. My other hand caresses her face, slips down over her bare chest and over the outline of her breast, warm and heavy behind the gown. With my fingertips i trace the outline of her nipple and feel it slowly awaken and greet me.

Her dreams are delicious now as she feels my touch. She is dreaming of a man touching her, a tall, strong, commanding figure, and how right she is. My lips find hers and I brush lightly against them as my hand traces down her body, lower, lower.

With my hand on her thigh I begin to gather up the night gown, pulling the hem higher and higher, the fabric sliding over her thighs till there is no more. Her thighs are soft and warm, and softer still on the inside, where I stroke her while I lick her sleeping lips.

She starts, stirring in her sleep but she doesn't awaken. She must be a passionate woman to respond so despite the spell she is under. She must be very sensitive to a sensual touch. Already I can feel her breathing increase as I hold her in my arms.

Myhand slides uup the inside of her leg and she moans softly in her sleep. I can feel the warmth of her sex, and I am impatient to feel her completely. My fingers find the soft folds of her pussy, naked beneath her gown, smooth and hairless, soft and vulnerable.

My mourth begins to water as I think of sucking on her, of my tongue delving into her body in search of her nectar, but that will have to come later. For now my hand will have to dom and it is enough. She grows restless, turns her head from my lips and spreads her legs for me, just enough.

I soften my spell. I tell her who I am, planting the thoughts directly in her mind. It is easy for me. I tell her just enough: that I am her lover; that we are in bed together and we are going to make love. I don't have to tell her my name, where I came from, where I was earlier. Those thoughts will never even occur to her. What I have told her will be enough, at least for my immediate purposes.

She awakes more fully but is still embraced by sleep. As I stroke her pussy her breathing increases and she moans softly. A smile appears on her lips. "Amos" she whispers.

"Yes, my sweet. It is I. I could not stay away."

She smiles again and I feel her relax in my arms. My fingers tell me she is sufficiently wet for me to run one finger along her snug little crease, opening her up and exposing her more sensitive flesh. Her flesh is puffy and very soft, and inside she is even wetter.

She sighs and turns her face to me again, and this time when I kiss her she openes her mouth and offers me her tongue, her entire mouth. My finger is coated with her wetness now and I slide it slowly into her. She arches against me with a moan, and she grips my wrist with one hand, showing me how to touch her. I kiss her deeply and learn from her.

She is fully awake now, gone from the mists of sleep to the warmth of sexual arousal, and she begins to grind her hips against my hand, making me touch her where she wants to be touched. I begin to slide my finger in and out of her and she begins to pant. When my other finger finds her anus and tickles her there she wraps her arms around me and poulls me down on top of her, crushing her breasts between us.
 
Whitney Kent

I dream my perfect lover as always his kiss is so soft, much like a feather or butterfly. I long for his every touch as I lie in my bed. I part my lips expecting his kiss.

I can savor his touch as he kisses me. I let out a soft moan as my heart increases in pattern and my chest heaves with a gasp

I sense his presense and sigh contently. I stir in the moments that his passion seems to consume me. I open my legs for his touch, his desire, his passion.

I try to open my eyes but can't yet I know his is there, almost hear his heart. Can feel his breathe on my face and body. "Amos"

"Yes, my sweet. It is I. I could not stay away."

I adore his touch and part my lips again for him. I tease and taunt his tongue with mine. I feel him gently touch the inner folds of my sex. I long for this and gently ease his hand over the opening. Using my own hand to help ease his finger inside and grind against the thickness of the digit. I gasp and wriggle, arching my back to take the whole knuckle. I want the sweet feeling and I move to love it more. Stoking his finger as I would his phallus. Moving my hips on his hand as I would in a sexual prowess. His touch goes to the anus and I can take no more. I reach for my lover and pull him to me. Wrapping my arms and legs around him and kissing passionatly.

I move myself to him yet I can not feel him within me. I need this, though. "Amos...love me" I say it in a pleading way and can hear his breathe.

"How?"

I reach towards him and nimbly remove the pants that halt my need fulfillment. I move myself lower and can feel the head of his waiting at the door. I take my hand and cup the shaft and ease him in as I lower myself to him. A joint meeting and a need being consumed in a flame. I feel the pressure on my breasts and yet it can not compare to the wholness I feel this moment.

His thrusts are deep and driving, yet so taunting. As he moves down I thrust myself upwards ..jarring myself into him and feeling the bone thumped each time "AMOS...." I cry out as I feel the tightening of the muscles inside clench up and hold him in me until the wave of heat crashes on the washes and engulfing him in the bath of sweet cuntal juice
 
The bitch is awake now and dazed by her own lust, a lust I have planted and nourished in her until it's produced this sweet, not flower of her own depraved need. She is so easy ity is hardly a contest, and U barelyhave to do anything. She's so hot she's panting as she strips off my pants, my shorts, lifts up her gown and spreads her legs wide, shamelessly showing me how wet and ready she is.

Such a whore! If only here mommy and daddy could see her now: the good little rich girl who went to the right schools, knew the right people, never even knew enough to see the silver spoon stuck in her mouth! Her lips parted, dark in the streetlights below, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her breasts heaving, begging me.

She's mine now. She believes I'm her lover. She believes sthe thoughts I've put in her mind. She wants me. Her fingers griip my cock. What wanton behavior from such a sweet young thing! She's never felt like this in her life, doesn't know what this hunger is that's come over her, can't understand it. She only knows she has to have me and have me now.

Oh yes! She's soft and tender, a trembling flower as I sink my spear into her , deeper, deeper, until she cries out and her nails claw at my shoulders. She's never had it so deep, and she's delerious with pleasure and something else. Could it be that exquisite pang of fear that tells her shomehow she is in over her head? That what she's feeling now is ten times more powerful than the crude fumblings she's felt with her other boyfriends. Does she have some psychic foreboding of what's in store for her?

Look at her, how she writhes on my cock, pumping herself upand down, frantic in her need to have me possess her. Is it cock you want me sweet? Then how's this? How's this? And this?

I slam into her pussy, my cock spreading her wide, makingher arch her back and cloaw the sheets. She won't stop moaning, a thin constant sob of exquisite pleasuree and longing. Her pussy is starting to spasm, her legs shake and she grabs at her tits in a selfish search for more sensation, more of this insane pleasure. My cock is plunging in and oput of her stretched quim, thrumming against her turgid clit. Her toes curl againstthe bottoms of her feet, she licks her lip, then the sudden shock, the scream.

She's coming, pouring her juice all over my deep-sunk prick, drenching me as she shudders in my arms.

But we're not done. I can make her hotter than this. I want her hotter than this. When she's evcen more passionate, more out of control, thaen I can take my meal of her, suck down her hot emotions and savor them to the full.
 
Whitney Kent

Still my sweet lover continues. I feel the fires rejuvenate inside and once again I need him.

I kiss Amos' lips and my kisses are urgent ones, moving to more of a French kiss. I feel him deeper into my flesh and I plead with him.

"Amos... I need you.. please Amos. Fill me.... give me .. please give to me again... "

His eyes light up and his kisses are just as demanding as mine are. I encircled his neck and bring my legs back around him and start to grind into his cock that seems to be just as hard and stiff as when we started.

"Please, Amos.... fuck me again til I can't take anymore!" I begged.

His smile was my answer. At least that I can recall at that moment.
 
How sweet it was to be sunk in that tight young cunt, her slim arms and legs wrapped around my body, trembling, her tight belly shuddering as she drew in shaky breath. I could see from her half-closed eyes that she was satisfied; that one come had taken the edge of her need and still echoed in her body as she panted against my neck.

Slowly she realized that I hadn't come yet, that I was still as hard as a bar of iron inside her, hot and throbbing, and slowly she moved her ass a bit to make sure. I heard her moan, knowing we weren't done. I pulled out just a bit, then thrust back into her and she grunted with surprise and pleasure, and not a little fear, for I made myself grow inside her, stretching her out a little more.

"Oh God, Amos!" she groaned. "More, baby! More!"

It was dark in the room, very dark and we were tangled in her sheets, Her black hair fell across her face and her breasts like seaweed on a drowned womanm her lips were swollen with lust, just like her pussy. I kissed her, sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth as I began to easily thrust my pole into her, feeling those slick pussy lips glide over the veins and ridges on my swollen tool. Soon I fit inside her so tight that the suction started to pull the whole inside of her cunt out with it on the back stroke.

With a special part on the top of my shaft I could feel her G spot come to life and emerge from the surrounding tissue, and as I fucked her it began to thrum and vibrate. This made her gasp and I felt her nails fig into my back. They dug hard and they drew blood. I liked that. But she could do better.

I reached under the globes of her buttocks, slick now the secretions that overflowed her pussy, and I found her little asshole. I picked up some lube from the runoff and probed at her ass, pushing.

"Ohhh Goddd!" she moaned as my finger popped inside. Her legs flew open then clamped down on me hard, her knees against my ribs. I fucked her pussy and I fucked her ass now, first one and then the other, and as I fucked her I let my finger grow and swell.

She began to pant hoarsely, her labored breath punctuated every so often by a squeal of desgraded pleasure. By now I had shaped my finger into another cock. That's nothing for me to; a mere trick. Both cocks fucked her now, push her tender tissues this way and that.

She felt it now. The erotic charge of what I was doing was running riot inside her, making her writhe and twist. She beat her fists against me, she sobbed, straining to find her release from the delicious agony of my one-man double fucking.

She was hot now, almost hysterical to come. She babbled obscenities and pleas, begged me to let her go over the edge into that wonderful sensory oblivion. She arched her back and pulled myhair, thrust her swollen tits up against me, iffering her nipples to my mouth so suck and bute. Anything to put her over; any sort of sensation, good or bad would so, she didn't care.

Now she was just about there, just about where I wanted her. Her excitement was thick in the air and I inhaled it deeply into my lungs, I felt myself getting stronger again, stronger. Now all I needed was her come.
 
Whitney Kent

Sweet feelings of lust, the fires that burn everywhere. I begged and pleaded, cussed and blessed the heights that I was taken. Amos rocking into me more and more. I cried out when his finger invaded me and then it felt like another cock was there.

It was a tightenness that was erotic and exhilurating. I was taken to hieghts that engulfed one's very soul, if sex has a soul. It was devouring of need that I was in need of or perhaps that was merely the slightest hint of my lust.

Amos was patient with me... my need being doused yet he hadn't reached his climax. My Lord how did I get so damned fortunate? Amos was giving me my heart's desire and what could I do to ever give him enough in return.

I went wild in his arms and brought my whole being to his hands, lips, teeth, whatever to satisfy his need. I was still having spasms from the double pentrating force of our sex. I have no sense to ask how he was doing this great feat. I moaned in sexual bliss. Grinding to his cocks and crying tears that were a mix of the pent up desires that no one person should endure.

I reached to his neck and pulled him to a kiss of biting pain. I was coming and the explosion was painful yet sweet. It wasn't just in my fired up over filled cunt but in my ass too. My whole body shuddered and quivered. I screamed in the fire of the whole blinding rush. I had convulsed into a series of darkness. Sweet flying darkness, the darkness that adds to the excitement. Amos my lover, had blown my mind in sexual hype. I showered his cock with juices both ways. As I fell into the darkness I remember telling him. "Amos... you are such a devil."
 
The bitch comes.

Her name is Whitney, as she comes hard, clamping down on my cock and my finger sunk in her ass, I suck yup the sweet sexual energy that surrounds her in an aura that only I can see. She is young and strong and has energy in abundance, she doesn't even feel what I'm doing as she twitches violently on my prick and clenches her ass against my ghostly phallus.

I prolong her orgasm, holding her there in the maelstrom, watching as her eyes roll back into her head and saliva drips from her red ripe lips. I musn't prolong it too much though, for even the strongest bitch can snap over unbearable pleasure indefinitely prolonged, so I release her and let her drift down back into the land of the living.

And as I do I whisper in her ear, "I'm going to come now, my love. I'm going to come now, Whitney!"

She makes some strangled sound of understanding and her nails claw into my back. I throw my head back and let the wonderful orgasmic electricity rocket through my body, from my feet up to my head and back again, finally settling in my cock, and I begin to pump out thick, rich jets of gism, taking my time and thrusting my hips forward with each new burst until my cock is wallowing in the hot bath of my own seed and it is streaming from her overfilled cunt.

For a second her eyes open and she realizes that something is wrong, that no mortal man ever comes like this, so slowly and in such quantity, that no man has two cocks with which to pleasure her, that no man has even given her an orgasm that went on and on like this. And for an even briefer moment she looks into my eyes and sees my pupils red with hell's own fires. She opens her mouth to scream, but I stop that with a glance, and by now my semen will be seeping into her blood, beginning the conversion.

There is no need to stay around here now, so I wrap her in my cape, take her to the window and out we fly, just another shadow in a city full of shadows. And yet she is such a tasy morsel, so shapely, her skin so tight, her body so well-cared for. As she sleeps in my arms I can't help but suck on those lovely breasts, insert a finger into her flooded little quim. Her expensive perfume and the smell of female sexuality rises from her body, intoxicating me. Her lips are full and red and partly open as if expecting a kiss.

I should control myself, but my desire rises againm so I alight on the rooftop of some tenement. It is deserted of course, nothing but the abandoned television antennae of another era, chimneys and abandoned pigeon coops.

I set her down and arrange her on her knees to accept my cock again, this time in her asshole. Holding her hips in my hands, I find her opening and thrust against her, thrust again until she gives and my cock pops inside.

She groans and gasps as my prick forges its way inside her, and I feel her stir. I have been too rough and the spell is wearing off. Very well. Let her wake up. The semen should be in her blood by now, and that will make her accept my embrace, the more extreme, the more obscene, the better she'll like it.

She's becoming like me. And that was my plan all along.
 
Whitney Kent

"I'm going to come now, my love. I'm going to come now, Whitney!"

I heard the words and yet I was stirring between the being with it and a gone of mind. I grab on to his back and start to rake against the flesh leaving trails of torn skin.

I open my eyes and see something that frightens me and I scream but his eyes are entracing as the scream dies away.

The coolness of the night breezes over me and I sigh. I cling to him in a strange way and yet I open my eye again and we are somewhere outside. A strange sensation seems to envelope me. I can't explain it. Only that Amos wants and needs me again I offer myself to him with a smile.

I feel him in my ass and I groan as he is deeply there. I want him deeper now. I buck back against him and take him further into my rectum. I groaned and then squeezed my ass cheeks tightly making things rougher. "AAAMMMMMOOOSSSSSS" I was spasming on his cock and then I was quaking. I wasn't sure what to expect next but I sure loved it.
 
I have to laugh as she comes to her senses with my cock already in her ass and she on hands and knees before me in the rain-slicked clack tar rooftop. She doesn't know where she is, she doesn't know who's having her, but she knows someone is.

It's a matter of horror for her now: she doesn't understand what's happening, how she got from her warm bed to this misty rooftop. I could leave her like thise--leave her in this state of confused terror I mean. Her body I would never leave.--knowing only the thrust of a stranger's prick in her most intimate tunnel, the chill of the wet tar under her knees and hands, but I amn not after her terror. I amn after her soul.

"It's only me, my darling, my precious one," I whisper to her, "Your Amos, whom you love above all other men, to whoim you deny nothing, nothing that you have tyo give."

I manage to get to my feet, my cock still in her spasming rectum, and reach beneath her to take her warm, soft breasts in my hands, digging my nails into the richness of her yielding flesh. I squat behind her like a dog and begin to fuck this bitch-slave of mine with long sure strokes that bring the blood pounding in my ears. She is so fresh, so sweet, so innocent. She begins to wail, her voice quivering with emotion as she feels me knife into her. That emotion is like nectar to me. I suck it into my lungs, I inhale it through my skin. I feel my strength growing as my cock is swelling in the tight confines of her tight, hot asshole.

"Oh God!" she cries. But invoking the deity doesn't bother me. She can pray to Lucifer himnself for all I care. "Oh God! Amos! Amos fuck me harder! Oh God fuck me harder my love, my master!"

The first time she has used the word, but certainly not the last.

I could fuck her like this until the sun peeks over the rooftops to the east, leaving her sobbing and quivering with sustained orgasm, but this is just for me. This fuck has nothing to do with the transfer of power, nothing to do with her Becoming. It is just for the pleasure of piercing her and possessing her, and soon my semen gathers and I feel the roots of orgasm take hold in myballs.

I extend mysewlf into s thin tendril that curls around her clit and begins to massage it, flick it back and forth. She screams, her body bbucks beneath me and she tries to cover her head with her hands as if she's afraid she'll fly to pieces unless she can hold herself through the shattering orgasm that is building inside of her.

"Oh God, Amos! Oh Fuck my ass. Take me! I'm your whore! I love it!"

My hips are pumping hard against her ass, making a flat slapping sound that makes her buttocks quiver, I let go of her tits and dig my fingers into her ass, throw my head back and with a feral snarlm a primal roar I let my pleasure go in hot streams into her ass, into her very core, her soul.

The poor thing collapses, unconscious again, but perhaps that is for thebest. For the first few minutes after orgasm I'm as vulnerable as any mortal human, and I don't wish to engage in a physical struggle.

But as week as I am I can still gather her into my arms, and as I hoist her to her feet in order to carry her off, I can feel my cooling seed dripping from her anus and wetting myhand.

My passage is swift, like a shadow among shadows, and within seconds I am at the deserted factory that I use as my home. Once a small factory, the place is deserted and unvisited. The silent machinery and conveyor belts stand gathering dust, there is the sound of water dripping in some far corridor. The pigeons awaken as we enter. They start, sly about, then settle back down, and all there is is the sound of the rain.

I pick her up and carry her to a rack of welded steel where the chains hand, and quickly I fasten her wrists and ankles to the shackles.

She slumps in the chains, still unconscious, but slowly, gently, I caress her face, call her name: "Whitney, Whitney. You're home. Open your eyes and see your new home, my darling, my dear love. Open your eyes. Your master wants you again."

Slowly she awakens. She looks at me and sees the flogger in my hand. Her eyes open wider. She looks about her in confused horror, then back at me, her eyes urgent, questioining, looking for an answer, and explanation.

As soon as she opens her mouth I am there with a red ball gag which I stuff into her mouth and tie behind her head. The gag forces her mouth open grotesquely.

I pick up the flogger. I move behind her.

It is theintensity of her emotions I want. That's what feeds me. What type of emotion it is doesn't matter that much to me: lust, happiness, pleasure, pain...

It doesn't matter.
 
Whitney Kent

I seem to awaken and the chill of the cold tar and the mist. I can feel the hardness in my ass and I want to scream and get away yet something was reassuring that all was right.

"It's only me, my darling, my precious one," He whispers to me, "Your Amos, whom you love above all other men, to whom you deny nothing, nothing that you have to give."

He rises to his feet,while his cock still in me, he reaches beneath me grasping my warm, soft breasts in his hands, digging his nails into my yielding flesh. He squats behind me like a dog and fucks me with long strokes. I began to cry out as his thrusts were deadly sharp, as if cutting into my soul. All the while his cock is swelling in the tight confines of my tight, hot asshole. I cry out loudly "Oh God! Amos! Amos fuck me harder! Oh God, fuck me harder my love, my master!"

I bucked against him in a fucking frenzy wanting more and more. His hand exciting my clit and the hot blast of his come serging into tip as I cry out, once more my orgasm building to heights I had never experienced before. "Oh God, Amos! Oh Fuck my ass. Take me! I'm your whore! I love it!"

He comes and I quake in euphoric bliss sinking into the darkness once more. Not from any hypnotisism just pent up sexual highes. My chest heaving once more and my heart pounding louder and louder.

"Whitney, Whitney. You're home. Open your eyes and see your new home, my darling, my dear love. Open your eyes. Your master wants you again."

I stirred then awoke as I see the flogger in his hand. I was confused and horrorified by what I saw and looked at him, my eyes urgent, openly questioining, looking for an answer, and explanation to what had happened. When I opened my mouth he stuffed a red ball into my mouth and tied it behind my head. The gag forces my mouth to open grotesquely. I see him pick up the flogger and then he moved out of my sight.

I jerked from the bite of the first strike and the chains that held me were very evident. The pain that jolted thur me was very intense. I cried into the gag and shuddered as my ass turned red. I had never been touched this way.

A mix of fear and pain rise from her facial features. Yet the following strikes from the flogger start causing a reaction that I never knew before. I was getting excited since I felt my cuntal muscles tighten and yearn for more.
 
You're getting old, Amos. You must be getting old and soft, I think to myself. Once I chose these young ones because they had so much life, but now, now I see something else in her, something that makes me pause, the falls of the flogger still swinging from the last blow against her tender ass flesh. She's standing in the chains, her sobs muffled by the ball gag.I know she's weeping by the way her back heavesand her buttocks clench as she waits for the next blow.

I've only just begun, but I stop and look at her. Her ass is growing angry red froim the few strokes I've given her. My semen is still leaking from her violated ass and running down her thighs. The spell is gone, she knows full well by now that something terrible is happening to her; that she's been fucked, sodomized, chained captive in this dirty warehouse and is being viciously whipped by someone she cannot even see. She should be hysterical by now, thrashing agains her bonds, screaming with every bit of strength she has, and I should be sipping up her terror, sucking down that sweet nectar of a young hottie's mortal fear, but there is something different about this one.

The fear is there, to be sure--I can feel it just as clearly as I can see her raven black hair against the whiteness of her skin--but in it there is mixed a wild and unspoken excitement: a woman's excitement, sexual and hungry.

In the silence of the dark, fog-shrouded warehouse, her muffled sobs are the only sound, and these too cease as she gains control over her emotions. She moves, tryingto ease her position, and the chains clink softly. Somewhere out in the harbor the fog horn sounds. A rat scurries across the floor below us. I hear his little naked feet. But my attention is focused on the bitch Whitney, trying to tease apart what is so strange in her aura.

There have been times when the girls I choose come to me willingly, glad to flee their unhappy lives and plunge into the darkness I offer them. There are even some that embrace the whip, who revel in the pain I give them, but these are often sad, twisted things without the purity of feeling that give my food it's special savor. I detect this same sexual excitement in the bitch Whitney, but without the confusion of feeling, the stale and slightlyrancid taste I have come to associate with self-loathing.

No, this bitch does not hate herself, does not think herself deserving of contempt, but still, something in the exquisite sharpness of inflicted pain, something in the embrace of cold chains excites her to a state that even I feel. This one is a rare one. I've not had one like her. I fancy the way she tastes to me.

It is my practice not to reveal myself to my victims, not until they are well on their way to becoming my slaves. It is easier that way; easier to let their own imaginations create a face for their torturer. The imagination does a fine job of producing horrors. But now something makes me incautious, something makes me curious, and I step around in front of her where she can see me.

Her eyes are closed, her face cast down, but when she hears my step she rasies her eyes and looks at me. It has been so long since a human woman looked at me with eyes unclouded by my own enchantments that I don't even know what her reaction will be. The bitch Whitney looks at me with dark eyes that are clear and filled with a kind of desire that surprises me. She is afraid, to be sure, and her eyes still brim with tears, but what I see there most is her pride and her desire.

Her look baffles and enrages me. She is nothing more than a pampered rich girl, no different than any other of my many victims. I stride behind her and rip her negligeee from her pale body with a violence that makes her gasp, and before she has stopped swinging in the chains i raise the flogger high and whip her again and again, putting my strength in it, determined to her her shreiks of terror.

But what I hear is her shuddering moans and the lash falls. She twists this way and that so as to take the cruel whip on her naked skin. She begins to tremble, her flat belly heaves and her breasts heave nd tremble with her hard panting, and I suddenly realize that the bitch is going to come. She's going to orgasm from this beating.

More astonishing: so am I! My cock is hard and throbbing and already the delicious fire is spreading through my body. I hit her once more, then again, drop the whip as she convulses in the chains and manage to free my cock just in time, and as Whitney crashes into her own orgasm, my semen arcs in the dim light and splatters agains her skin like a string of molten pearls.
 
Whitney

I have clenched my ass cheeks and was sobbing behind the gag. I was shivering and pulling the binds slightly yet I wasn't scared to death.

I can feel the tightening sensation in my loins that wants, needs,and demands. I can hear the fog horn in the distance and hear rodents scurry around the room. Think I tell myself, how did you get here? What were you doing? Calm down, nervousness breeds more nervousness. If you are too afraid this one will make you more afraid.

I can feel my nose flare as I take in air and let my chest fall hard, almost trying to take two breaths in one. I don't understand how I came to this musty smelling place nor why I was trussed up. I can hear my tormenter behind me. I clench my ass again fearful of the pain returning to my ass. I shut my eyes adn grind my teeth down, awaiting the next strike.

I can hear movement around me and I don't look until I feel like someone is in front of me and look up. My eyes full of questions yet he .. a man glares at me with angry eyes, yet I was still teary eyed yet I saw him and desired him, hard to explain but I wanted him.

He moved back behind me again. He rips away my gown and I feel the dankness of the air in the room, I gasped as my nudiity is exposed to him yet I wasn't going to scream my fool head off either. Plus the tearing of my clothes causes me to sway and the strikes of the whip comes at me.

I was moaning as the lash fell. I had twisted this way and that so as to take more of the cruel whip on my naked skin. I was trembling, my flat belly heaving and my breasts heave and tremble with the hard panting. I was coming and there wasn't anything that I could do about it. The last strike threw me over the edge as my body convulses from the violenence that breeds my orgasms and I can feel something hot raining on my skin and firey sensations that built up.

My body undulates in it's orgasmic dance and the breathing becomes harder and harder as my heart races. I feel the streams of my own making trail from my cunt and race down my legs. My mind still aware that I was being watched and my body still quivering. I can smell my scent in the air now. Getting stronger, a bitch in heat.. a new desire and need.

My mind racing to one last thought, now that I've endured my beating am I going to be raped or killed now. I tightened my ass once more as his semen rolls down my ass and join my juices that are leaving the pool on the floor
 
Her ass is criss-crossed with angry welts as if she's been clawed by an animal and from her pussy strings of her own sexual fluids stretch towards the ground. Her ass is splattered woith my own cooling discharge, but once is not enough for this one. Perhaps no number is enough.

She's hanging in the chains her arms spread wide and I can see the delicate shawdows of the musculature of her back shrouding her half in mystery. Who is this girl? Why does she arouse me so?

I walk arouind in front of her and seize her hair, pulling her head backso that she looks into my green eyes. She is frightened now. There4 is no hiding it, and yet beneath here fear her desire still burns.

"You like it." I say to her. "Everything I do to you, you like it."

She doesn't hide the lust in her eyes, the desire for more. I rerlease her head and run my hands down her body. Her cunt is hot and wet and throbs against my hand and she groans. She pushes herself against my hand and the feel of her arouses me further. She is so wet, so willing to accept whatever I would give to her.

My cock is already growing. It's already big enough to use as a wand to rub against her hot slit, to annoint her with my own renewed secretions. I push forward into her, just a bit,m just enough to open her and she groans again, rattling the chains. The heat in her eyes increases.

"Yes." she says.

"I could kill you like this." I tell her. "I've done it before. I could fuck you to death, burst you apart."

"Then do it." she says, trembling.

She is not joking, I can tell. This means more to her than living or dying. She wants to know. She wants to go there, as far as I'll take her.

"Ohhhhh!"

She cries out as I thrust more inside her. Her head hangs back as she swoons from my thickness inside her. I can feel her pulse in the way she grips me, her body trying to defend itself from my rude intrusion. She is determined to give me all of her, even knowing what I will do.

I grab her soft ass in my hands and thrust myhips forward, pulling her towards me at the same time, and I lodge myself deep inside of her. She groans again, feeling me pushing at her very heart.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask her, flexing my cock to punctuate my sentence.

"I don't care. Just do it to me!" she gasps.

"I am lust itself, twisted desire. I feed on what you want, and the more you want, the stronger I get."

But even as I speak she is writhing against me, trying to take me deeper, trying to fuck herslef on my own cock. She drives me mad, this one, and I begin to fuck her like an animal, punching my prick onto her, driving the breath from her body.

She is so womanly in my arms, so soft and yielding, taking all my violence and turning it into her own pleasure. I push my finger into her rectum and she just moans and comes badck at me with more lust. I reach forward and capture her nipple in my teeth, bite her and feel her shudder in my hands.

"Yes!" is all she says, "Yes!"

I know then that I will have to make her like myself. She's extraordinary. She needs to have a alife of her own, to be a hunter just as I am a hunter. I will have to teach her.

But now I give myself over to the pleasure of her surrender. Her flesh quivers in orgasm, hanging between death and ecstasy as my prick teaches her all I know, and she learns her lessons well.
 
Whitney

"You like it." He said to me. "Everything I do to you, you like it."

His green eyes burning into mine. I wanted this, no getting past it. I had found the lover I sought after. Even when I feared that my very death was at hand. His touch on my body enflamed me again. I felt the juices still ebbing from the very place that his hand was. I moved to take his hand, the release had to come. Whether it is from his hand or his cock, which he moved to the very opening of my cunt. I moaned and grew feverish as the chains that held me, "Yes." I replied.

"I could kill you like this."He tells me. "I've done it before. I could fuck you to death, burst you apart."

I didn't care I wanted Amos to touch me to that bliss. Death was a small price for the feelings that I was raining my cuntal juices for.
"Then do it." I said, trembling.

I cried when he entered the swollen flesh of my cunt " Ohhhhh!" Closing my eyes for a moment. Pushing past all my thoughts and give meself wholely to him. Even now as it feels like his cock is in every crevice of my internal body.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks me, flexing his cock to punctuate his whole sentence.

"I don't care. Just do it to me!" I wanted to be filled by Amos, only Amos! I would be feeding his need and lust in vain efforts for his hunger was insatisable.

"I am lust itself, twisted desire. I feed on what you want, and the more you want, the stronger I get."

I moaned and jerked to fuck him. I was on fire and the only way to get over it was to fuck, the more I moved the more I wanted. His cock thrusted into me and I arched forward aching for more. His finger invading my ass was just icing to the cake. The animalistic manner of his lovemaking merely added to everything. His teeth across the nipple of my breast adding to my own passion to writhe against his onslaught. Hunger, Lust, Need, Urgency.. what ever it was called equaled one thing..we both needed it.

"Yes!" was all I said, "Yes!"

Had my arms been free I would have grabbed him and clung to him as my body convulsed in orgasmic extasy. Sheer spinning sensations drove me over the edge, slowly darkness filled my mind again. Soft expanding breathes and then the burst of the driven sex that led my desires over the chasm of satisfaction. I thought I was dieing now and my only other thought was uttered. "Amos....."

My eyes roll back into my head and I hang limp from the chains that hold me. The flesh still throbbing from the aggressive sex that we shared. The muscles still tighten and relax on the hard shaft of his cock, milking what might be still hidden in some secluded reservior. The scent ever present in the air and prementing my body. Something that I would never lose in the changes that may come.

Darkness... all darkness...
 
I don't do this and there's no place to put her, but here I am walking through the warehouse with the bitch Whitney unconscious in my arms, her legs and arms hanging limp, my come still seeping from her bruised and beaten body. I've got to find a place to put her, because I want to keep this one. I'm going to turn her into one of my kind: a sexual vampire, a creature that feeds on human emotions of sexual pleasure and desire.

I've had countless humans in my time, The mental wards and cemeteries are filled with the bodies of the women I've taken and sucked dry, destroyed and driven mad as I sucked their essence from them. But this bitch is like no other human woman I've encountered. Everything I did to her she enjoyed. I filled every orifice in her body with my unholy come, and she took it all. I hung her from chains and beat her, only to have her orgasm from the abuse. This one must be mine. This one must undergo the transformation.

But there's no place to put her. Carrying her as if she weighed nothing at all, I climb the stairs to the highest story of the warehouse, to my own bed. No human woman has even left my bed the way she was when she entered it. It is not a bed of rest for most, but now it is where I must put her.

Her clothes are shredded and torn, her body bruised and her lips swollen from my depradations in her mouth. But still her lips are red, her breasts luscious and full, and the sight of her blood pulsing through her veins in her neck fills me with renewed lust.

My bed is high and wide, dark and heavy. The sheets are red satin, now in disarray from my last conquest. I lay her upon it and step back to look at her.

I should leave her to sleep. She must need rest. No mortal can withstand what I've done to her, and yet she has. If anythig, she looks even more ravishing than when I found her. My semen has already begun its work of transforming her, but the transformation will not continue long without my intervention. That is how it works. I must guide her through the process. With cock and mouth and fingers, with the aid of the creatures I can summon, I must guide her and show her how to be like me.

I wait for her to awaken. I sit on the bed and wait.
 
Whitney

I tossed and turned then bolted upright in a look of terror. I touched myself unaware that I was being watched.

My mind jumbled from the last thing I remembered. I was hanging, wasn't I? I touched the red sheets, trying to recall how I was there. I rubbed my temples and shook my head hopeing to shoo away the cobwebs. This wasn't my bed, hell the room didn't even look right.

I realized that my clothes were gone and a quick look brought me face to face with him. I uttered his name in soft reverence, "Amos...."

Autoamatically, I scooted away from the bed. "How did I get here?" I had moved to the wall and that was not a solution. "why did you bring me here?" I was getting afraid but was fighting to maintain my composure. I rubbed my forehead again. I wanted to stop the pounding that throbbed right through the skin into my fingers.
 
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