Monday, June 23, 2014

Evil part VII

I do so enjoy pushing Cassandre Dayne to new and more devious levels of violence. I also enjoy being pushed to sexier and more deranged levels of decadence. It's one of the reasons we write so well together. Our little project has been so incredibly fun and sexy I hope it never ends.
If you haven't read her last post, check it out here.
And so without further banter I give you


 
Evil Lurking in the Shadows Part VII



Fuck her. Beat her. Kill her.

Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with me for that matter. I’m sitting alone in my house staring at a blank TV screen and rooting around inside a cop’s head trying to make him murder some whore. No sane serial killer would go out of his way to connect with a fucking cop on any level but then again I don’t really think sane and serial killer are two words that belong together.

Am I insane? I guess I have to be. You don’t just start killing women one day because all your mental functions suddenly snap into place. You have to be nuts. You have to be deranged. The strange part is I didn’t feel insane even though I knew I was. I felt like everything had suddenly lined up for me like tumblers in a lock. I felt saner now than I ever had in my life. I felt more alive. I felt…complete.

It was that feeling of balance that had connected me to the cop. I was sure of it. I knew something had brought us together and immediately following my last kill I knew what it was. I had somehow achieved the perfect alignment with the universe or whatever the fuck connects things together. Taoists call it the way, an energy that connects all things.  I had somehow found my perfect peace and in doing so I connected with that energy and it, in turn, connected me with my voyeur.

It was just sheer luck that he turned out to be a cop. There was something very sexy about destroying what little morals he had. I could negate all the good he had done in his career. I could bury the person he was under mounds of festering secrets and hideous truths. I would burn down his soul and rise a new monster from the ashes of that destruction.

The thought of it turned me the fuck on.

I sat on my couch staring at the blank TV set. I had a cigar smoldering between two fingers of one hand and a crystal glass half filled with bourbon in the other. I alternated between puffing on the cigar and sipping the bourbon. Both filled my head with an intoxicating euphoria. Both failed in comparison to the images that played in my head.

The redhead was older than I would have picked but still very sexy. Tall and lithe with a strong musculature to her stout frame. Coppery red hair fell off her shoulders and down to the middle of her back in thick curls. When she screamed or moaned or laughed her green eyes lit up with tiny flecks of gold. The things I could do to make those eyes shine…

My voyeur was doing pretty good. His face was buried between her thighs, hands clenching her ass with violent need as he worked his mouth over her cunt. When she arched her back I could see the outline of her ribs. Her nipples poked through her top. Her throat worked soundlessly as she shook through an impressive orgasm. I liked watching her cum but I wanted to see her bleed more.

There is a subtle difference between screams of pleasure and screams of pain and I’m a connoisseur of both. I draw them inside of me, roll them around my tongue, and easily detect the vintage. I could taste this whore’s pleasure easily enough but that wasn’t the delicacy I needed. It wasn’t what my voyeur needed.

I closed my eyes and let the images from his mind roll over me like waves. I went deeper until I could taste her cum on my tongue and feel the give of her soft skin in my hands. I moved the hands so one went under her skirt and found the erect nipple of a breast. I pinched. Harder. She moaned and finally gasped as my fingers pressed the nub too tightly. I smiled around the swollen, wet lips of her pussy. Two thick fingers entered her easily. I pushed another digit into the tightness of her ass and again got the same gasp of pain. She didn’t say no. She didn’t want me to stop.

A car drove past us bathing our tangled bodies in white light. The driver slowed and watched but we weren’t about to stop. I continued to fuck her with my fingers, increasing the pace and pressure until she screamed her orgasm out to the night. I could hear people laughing and whistling. None of it mattered.

Take her home.

It wasn’t a suggestion. There were things that needed to be done.

“That was a good appetizer,” his voice was raspy and filled with a need so complete it consumed every part of him. Nothing else mattered except obeying. To the whore he was sir. To me he was just another conquest. “Let’s go back to my place and get into the main course.”

“Yes Sir,” her voice was husky. She bit her lower lip playfully. “Anything you want.”

“I want you to suck my cock,” he held the passenger door open for her and waited until she got in. His legs were shaking as he walked around the car and got in behind the steering wheel. One hand closed the door while the other undid his fly. “Right now.”

As he twisted the key her head wen to his lap and thin fingers pulled the rigid cock into the night air. The head was thick, swollen, and purple. Pre-cum covered the engorged tip and dripped down the shaft where it disappeared into his pants. The heat of her mouth closed around it just as the car pulled away.

This whore had skills. Her tongue danced over the hard rod while she pulled it down her throat. Dainty fingers clenched tightly around the base, stroking in perfect rhythm with her hungry mouth. It didn’t take long before the pent up frustration and outright need rushed to the surface and he filled the whore’s mouth with his orgasm. She swallowed it all and continued her machinations until he shriveled inside her.

“Did I do good Sir?”

“Very good,” his hand rested on her thigh. “I have a very special reward waiting for you back at the house.”

I smiled wide enough to hurt my lips. I could taste blood pooling in the corners and licked at it greedily. Tonight would be special indeed because the things I had planned for this slut would be epic. The things my voyeur was about to do would make the devil blush and turn his head. Tonight I started a new chapter to my book of sin.  

Remember to check Cass's blog for the next installment. As always buy my books. Buy Cass's books while you're at it. Spank the one you love. Hell, spank the one you like.
 

Monday, June 16, 2014

Evil Lurking in the Shadows part V

While my partner Cassandre Dayne is discovering her dark side and reveling at the pure joys inherent in slaughter and carnage I feel as though I am returning more to my roots. Writing erotica was never an intentional path for me but something that progressed from my original writings. My most humble beginnings are forever mired deep within the blood and guts of horror's grittier side. I love giving my readers buckets of blood and gore. Now I watch Cass find the simple joy of feeling the viscera ooze up between your toes and I have to smile.

Beauty, welcome to the dark world of the Beast.

In case you've been living under a rock Cassandre Dayne and I have been collaborating and alternately posting the beginning of what will no doubt become our newest book. I started it right here and then it went to Cass for part 2, then back to me and so on and so forth. This is the FIFTH installment. If you missed any of the earlier parts you can read 1 and 3 below, and 2 and 4 at Cass's blog here:  http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/evil-lurking-in-the-shadows-iv/
Now, without further bullshit I give you:

Evil Lurking in the Shadows
Part V
 
 
 
 
“Honey. There is no God, only the sweet peace of death,” I could hear his words inside my head like a shadow of my own thoughts. He whispered with sexual need so deep I nearly felt sorry for him. “God I adore you.”

I knew he wasn’t talking to her. Not just another fan, this man was something else. An unwilling coconspirator. No. Not unwilling. Just… reluctant. I could turn him. I could show him the way. All I would have to do is unlock the door and hold out my hand.

I don’t know why I was so interesting in corrupting my voyeur but something about this strange partnership was exciting. It was like fucking your wife while a stranger watched. It was a deeply private act intruded upon by an outside force the result of which somehow becomes more exciting and personal for the invasion. Besides, I’ve been engaged in the solitary act of writing for so long now it was nice to collaborate with someone.

 

I had grabbed this little whore outside a nightclub in one of the seedier sections of town. She didn’t belong there. Her friends had abandoned her for one reason or another and when she left the club to search for a cab I quickly stepped in. Why would she consider the handsome older man a threat? I smiled at her with perfect teeth and opened the door to my hundred thousand dollar sports car. She didn’t need to know it would most likely be repossessed in a week. It only took a moments deliberation before the little tart decided I was less of a threat than the four black kids standing on the street corner passing a 40 ounce bottle of malt liquor back and forth and loudly talking about how fat her ass was.

“Thanks,” she sank into the leather and glanced around the interior of the car. Her face was lit up by the bright red instrument cluster and gave her pale skin an unnatural hue. “I don’t know where my friends went and they aren’t answering their phones.”

“Bitches,” I pulled away from the curb with a low chuckle. I kept my voice a little deeper than normal and spoke nice and slow. “I’m sure they have their reasons but why bother trying to find out what they are now? We can have fun without them. I have a house on the water and my bar is stocked.”

“I don’t even know you,” she smiled shyly. Her eyes shone neon green and when she sucked her lower lip in and bit it gently between perfect teeth I knew I had her. “What kind of girl would I be if I just went to some stranger’s house?”

“The kind who knows how to have a good time,” I looked at her long enough to wink. “But if you’re not comfortable with going back to my place and having a drink with the man who just saved you from a quartet of gang-bangers then I’d be happy to drop you off wherever you like.”

“You did save me back there,” her head tilted down and she looked up at me through big, blinking eyes. “It would be rude if I didn’t at least hang out with you a little while.” Her hand slid along the supple leather of my car. I could see her trying to figure out how much it cost.

“Sounds like a plan,” my blinker came on and I headed towards my house. This girl didn’t know she was going to end up there one way or another and she didn’t have to. “And as soon as you want to leave just say the word and I’ll call you a cab.”

 

I had been out hunting for three hours when I found her. The need to kill was growing, the urging to cut and slice like some burrowing insect underneath my skin. More than that was the intellectual curiosity of this strange connection I had with the other man. The cop. The fallen hero. I found it strange that I should know so much about someone I had never met. I knew things about him no one else did. I had looked directly into his very essence and found him lacking the very same necessary components as I. The only difference was that I embraced my demons and he sought to drown them out with alcohol and false bravado.

I needed to kill tonight not so I could satiate my own urges but so that I could corrupt and manipulate this soul teetering on the edge of oblivion. I thought I could open and close the portal we shared at my own whims and needed to test my theories out. So far the only time we were connected was when my mind was lost in the fever dream of carnage. My last murder was spectacular but somehow I lost the connection at a pivotal moment. I could still him screaming in my head but the visual was gone. Glass broke and he cursed and screamed. He needed more but I had failed to give it. Tonight would be different I was sure. I’d give my solitary audience all he could handle and shove him screaming and cumming over the edge into an oblivion so deep nothing of him would ever escape.

I brought the girl back to my house. We came inside and I poured her a drink and spoke calmly and told her all the things she wanted to hear. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was funny and interesting. I told her the friends that left her behind were idiots and she was easily the most engaging and beautiful woman I had ever met. When I kissed her for the first time I could feel her body melt into mine and within seconds out clothes were being ripped free of hungry bodies and she dropped to her knees.

I don’t know her name. In truth I never asked and don’t really care. When she took my cock into her mouth I moaned and pulled her hair back, holding her head steady while I fucked the ravenous hole. She liked it. Her body responded quickly and completely and she submitted to me without any further provocation.

I took a handful of hair, withdrew my hardness, and lifted her to her feet. I bent her over my couch and smacked her ass hard enough to leave a bright red hand print on the porcelain skin. She yelped and tried to turn her head but I buried her head in the soft pillows and entered her with savage force. While I fucker her from behind I pulled her hair and fingered her ass. I pulled both hands behind her back and held her wrists, pulling her back into me until I thought one of her shoulders would dislocate. I smacked her again and again with growing intensity until the beautiful white ass was covered in welts from my hands. I dug my fingers into her hips and spread her cheeks apart to reveal the tight knot of muscle waiting to be penetrated.

My cock was soaked with her orgasms when I pushed into her ass. She whimpered and tried to move away but the couch wouldn’t allow her the motion. I whispered to her saying it would be okay, the pain would go away and soon enough it did. She pushed back into me and growled with voracious pleasure as I reached around her body and squeezed a tit. She yelled out filthy words until I withdrew, flipped her over, and pushed my hardness back inside. My mouth closed over one breasts, the tight nub of her nipple finding my teeth as I shoved into her with reckless need.

Finally I could take no more and pulled my throbbing dick from her. I quickly grabbed her hair and forced her back onto her knees. She immediately sucked my full length into her mouth and swallowed my orgasm. My knees were shaking as she got to her feet and leaned against the back of the couch.

“That was so much more fun than hanging out with my friends,” her voice was husky and tired. “I’m glad I…”

I moved past her. In one quick motion my body snapped at the hips and my fist swung a violent arc that connected my fist with the side of her head. Her jaw was open and I caught her perfectly. She was unconscious before her body collapsed onto the floor.

“I’m glad too darling,” my smile was a maniac’s grin that could easily bifurcate my head. “You have no idea how glad I am.”

 

She was small and light but dead weight is hard to manage. I struggled to hold her body against my roughly hewn cross and tie the wires around her ribs. Her head hung low and lulled from side to side as I worked. Red hair hung over her swelling face and obscured her beauty but that gorgeous body was on display for me to enjoy. Soon enough it would be for both of us. Me and my secret friend.

I tightened the wires and made sure they remained just under her breasts before spreading her arms and wrapping both wrists. I tied her neck and both legs. When I was done I took a step back and regarded my handiwork. I was getting much better at this. The cross looked better than my earlier attempts. The wires were a better way to go than duct tape for what I had planned later.

I removed the knife from my work table and regarded it. So beautiful, so expensive, and so deadly. It would wait for the connection to open. Right now I had more pedestrian tools to play with. I regarded the plyers and skipped over them in favor of the ice pick.

The girl came to as I pierced the meat of her left breast. The confusion in her eyes made me laugh. It was going to be such a wonderful evening.
 
 
 
 

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