Guest post 12 Kat Perry

I’ve had the pleasure of talking with Kat over the past few weeks as we prepared for this gust post. She is sweet and kind and selfless, and one hell of a writer.

Her website is titled “Innocent-one”, but after reading this story I have to wonder just how innocent she really is. I’ll you be the judge.

Half kitten, half vampire, and half witch, Kat Perry slips unconsciously between full time roles as mother, wife, coach, and referee. An artist, poet, and creative soul, Kat writes out of North Texas nestled between day and night.

Website - http://innocent-one.com

 Kat Perry

Dust particles danced in the sunrays coming through the windows . Joy held the mop loosely in her hands as she moved it across the kitchen floor. Her long, tanned legs stretched for miles from under her short cut off jeans. Her breasts bounced and struggled to come out of her tight tank top, nipples pert. The music was loud and she sang along with it, so she didn't hear or feel the vibrations of the garage opening or the growl of the V-8 engine as he pulled the Mustang into the garage. Her foot slipped on the wet floor, as she jumped like a shocked kitten when Josh walked into the adjoining room. Her heart raced. He rarely, if ever, came home before the end of the workday.

He grinned mischievously as he stealthily walked into the room. He missed nothing, scanning her taut body, starting at her feet, up her muscular legs and resting on her chest. Her skin tingled. She knew this look. So did the butterflies that lived in her stomach. The mop rose from its position on the floor and was dunked in the hot, soapy water the bucket held. Joy scanned the floor for the driest path out, glanced back at Josh and saw his jeans became tighter at the fly. His look got even more demanding. It whispered, "Run or you will be tickled where you stand.” Her feet were walking before she realized she was moving from the kitchen. Once clear, she ran through the house. Joy instantly remembered their first time they made love.

Best friends for years they hadn't even realized they were in love with each other. They played some forgotten video game and she won. He reached over and tickled her. It sent electrical sensations through her body. Joy wiggled out from under him, escaped but he caught her. Straddled her waist, pinned her hands above her head with one hand, then tickled her more. Begging and pleading did nothing to stop him, so she resorted to what her body was telling her to do. She kissed him. Her lips soft on his but her passion flowed through her, into him and it deepened.  That's how all their best lovemaking has started since.

Josh laughed as he watched her, through lustful eyes, scamper away, like a frightened kitten. He looked at his watch, the second hands ticked, ticked, ticked. He looked up and gave chase, one of his steps were like two of hers.

"I'll find you." He taunted.

His eyes darted, searching as his ears caught the sound of her muffled giggle. Joy was in the game room. She tried to dodge under his out stretched arms, but he blocked her.

"You can't get away now."

One step forward, she backed up two. His grin widened. She panted. One step forward and she backed into the over sized beanbag chair. A low, throaty chuckle came from deep within Josh. She tried to back up, but his legs caught her around the waist and he lowered himself down onto her, caught her hands. His muscles bulged in his bicep as he put both wrists in one vice, grip hand and held them above her head. Her body shook, heart raced and she wiggled under him. His legs tightened, keeping her still. She felt his member throbbing through their clothing. He slowly tickled her with his free hand. He started at her sides and felt her muscles quiver through her paper-thin shirt. It took every ounce of control to not rip her shirt off and suck her huge nipples.

Josh was methodic about it at first. He slid his legs back so his hard cock was pressing against her heat. She let out an involuntary moan. He loosened his grip on her hands. Her arms flung down, she'd been laughing so hard she was weak. Her fight back was more like lazy pawing almost as if she caressed his taut stomach through his shirt. Joy giggled and laughed out of control. Her eyes danced. She squirmed under him.

Josh laughed, fell next to her and she bounced off the beanbag. He panted, as if exhausted so Joy crawled a few feet, tempting him with her ass, and she looked back. She ran, light-footed, through the carpeted house her breasts bouncing with each step.

Joy thought she was safe huddled in the den closet, like a cat waiting for her prey to show before she pounced. Josh would not look for her here. This is where their latest form of play started. She tried to be quiet, but her giggles and heavy breathing betrayed her. Josh peered into the closet.

"There's my girl."

 As she looked up at him, she realized what took him so long. He held the little silver studded leather kitten collar. She saw the hunger building in his eyes. Joy moaned. The heat between her legs began to ooze through the cotton panties and denim.

One step back and Josh motioned his finger for her to move to him. Joy nodded, stood and took two steps forward. Her heart pounded as if it was coming through her chest. They'd only played like this a couple times. One step back. Two steps forward. The anticipation was immense. He legs felt like jelly as she walked out of the closet to him.

"Yes, Master?"

Josh kissed her deeply, tongue partied her lips, forcing its way into her tiny mouth. His hands wrapped the collar around her neck. Chills covered their bodies. A magical sensation coursed in their veins. A hungry growl formed in his throat. He stood back. He pulled the tank and it ripped like paper from her chest. Her bare breast bounced happily relieved of their restraint.

"Dirty kitty. You are not wearing a bra today. You may get punished for that." He could not take his eyes off her perfect, milky white tits. He pinched the nipples hard and the painful pleasure shot through her. Joy moaned and mewed. The damn broke and she soaked the denim between her legs. "Consider that your punishment this time, my Pet."

Josh glided his fingers down her tight stomach. Her muscles flinched and goosebumps formed over her delicate skin. He slowly undid her shorts. He was getting the desired effect.  He slid the clothing down her legs and tasted them in the process. He smelled her juices and moaned, "My Pet is excited."

Josh tapped her shoulder as he stood. Joy got on all fours and purred. Like a good kitten she rubbed against his legs. He walked behind the desk, Joy followed, meowing. She watched his muscles move as he bent and opened the old, wooden chest behind the desk. He pulled out the costume: kitten ears, tail, paws. Today, he added a new item to the costume, make-up.

"Be a good Princess and sit before your Master." Princess circled his legs and sat pretty in front of him. He placed the headband with the ears on it on her head. It pulled her long brunet hair back from her eyes and let it lay on her back. He walked behind her and slid the belt with a tail around her waist. He broke the silence when he spanked her butt playfully. He saw the chills instantly form on her naked skin, again. "Now, Princess, lay on your back and give me your paws." Josh whispered in her ear.

Princess lay down and rolled on her back. She noticed Josh's cock was harder than before. The buttons looked like they could pop off momentarily. He knelt and placed the soft black gloves on her front paws. He sat back and slowly put the fuzzy black sockies on her rear paws. Before he got up, he leaned forward, seeing the bulb peaking through her hairless lips, licked it slowly. She moaned.

"Oh, Princess, you know better than to moan, you are a kitten now. You will be punished, soon."  Princess mewed apologetically.

Sternly, he said, "sit pretty, we have one more thing to do." When Princess sat, he painted her face with a black nose and whiskers.

"Oh no, he's not punished me before. I... don't know what to think. I'm nervous. I'm excited. This is hard. I must stay in character, but I want him to fuck me so bad."

Josh walked over to the couch. She watched as he adjusted his cock to sit. He stared at Princess. He undid his belt. The leather and denim scratch as he slid it out of the loops.

Princess did not move. She watched him, waiting for the command.

"Princess, come here."

Princess' muscles flexed and relaxed as she crawled on all fours, mewing and purring until she got to his feet. She looked up at him. He gently put a finger under her chin tilting her so her eyes met his. "Remember I said you would be punished." Princess mewed her acknowledgement. "I know I've not punished you before, and you need to learn." She mewed. There was fear in her eyes and voice. "Shhh. Princess, I will never hurt you."

Josh slid his hand down the length of the smooth, brown belt and folded it in half. He scoot forward so her face rubbed against the denim of his inner thighs. She could see his cock pulsing through the rough fabric. The belt landed on her bare ass with a crack, leaving a small welt. Princess bit her tongue and tasted blood, then mewed softly. Her bodily reaction to the tinge of pain shocked her. She smelled her juices as they seeped slowly from her lips.

Josh sat back, "Stay in character, okay Princess." She gazed into his eyes and let out a throaty meow. Her burning desire was visible in her eyes. She licked her lips, tasting the salty sweat beads on her upper lip.

 Princess sat pristinely and waited. He stroked her long, coconut scented hair with one hand while he undid his pants with the other. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. He used both hand to slide his pants and underwear past his hips and all nine inches stood erect in front of Princess' face. Her breaths came rapid and she could hear her heart beating in her ears. He watched her, raised his hips and slid the clothing down to his knees and let them fall to his ankles. Josh kicked them aside.

“Be a good kitty,” He moaned in anticipation, “make your master cum.”

Princess purred and kneaded his muscular thighs with her delicate paws. She leaned forward, shaking in anticipation; licked her lips and wrapped them around the two-inch girth of his rock hard cock. She felt him quiver and watched his eyes. She knew it drove him wild when she constantly looked up at him during blowjobs. Her mouth was a small for his cock. She was determined to take him all the way in, she wanted to feel the purple head in her throat. She loosened and stretched her lips and jaw to manage. The veins rubbed against her soft, wet lips and she began to slowly suck his cock. She purred at times, at others she moaned. She could only manage half on the first intake. When she had the head by her lips, she teased it, stuck the tip of her tongue in the hole, coaxing the salty pre-cum. Without hesitation she sucked hard taking the entire shaft into her mouth, straight into her throat, lips brushed against his pubic hair. Princess gagged slightly and her eyes watered, but she kept it there her tongue stroked the bottom veins.  Josh's grasped the couch, his eyes closed and he waited for her next move.

"Oh fuck yes," She felt his excitement. It fueled her hunger further. She sucked harder and faster and took him all the way into her throat, as deep as she could handle it, then back out to the tip, searching for the wonderful pre-cum.

Her soft paws were equipped so her finely manicured nails went through the tips. As her hunger intensified she dug them into his thighs, leaving indentations. She slowly moved to his sac and teased them with the fine tips. As his balls got taut, the nails grazed over the ridges. She could hear him breathing faster and heard his moans start deeper. His hands raced from the couch to her head. He held in place while he fucked her mouth, hard and fast. She gagged but relaxed.

"That's it Princess, take it. Take all of it, be a good little pet." Princess kept her eyes on his. Felt his hot, sweaty sack hit her chin. Her eyes widened and mouth became sore as she felt his cock grow harder, wider and longer. His balls got very tight under her touch and with a thrust from him as he pulled her head down and came deep in her throat. She could feel his hot semen explode in her mouth. She loved the taste of his salty seed. She did not swallow, she never did until she had sucked the cum from his cock.

There was a loud pop from the suction as his cock fell from her mouth. It dripped with the mixture of saliva and cum. He left a sticky trail on her face as he let it rub against her cheek and chin. He pet her and stroked her hair “Good Princess. I know you like my cum, but you have to hold it until I say you can swallow.”

Josh pointed to her large, soft pillow on the floor as he reached behind him and pulled out a dildo. It looked and felt just like a real cock. And it was only slightly smaller than him. He watched Princess crawl to the pillow. Her tight little ass swayed and moved the tail. She lay on her side and watched him with her lustful eyes. Her make-up began to run from the sweat that beaded on her face. He stood. His cock pulsed as walked to her. "Time for you to have a little fun." He knelt down and gently forced the toy into her mouth to get it wet and tried to not let any cum spill. Another soft pop sounded through the room as Josh slowly pulled it from her tight lips.

"On your back," Josh commanded as he took off his shirt. His tan muscular torso danced as he tossed the shirt aside. When she was on her back, he spread her legs, looked down at her hairless middle. Her clit was swollen and she was very wet. He easily slid eight inches of the dildo in her pussy. Princess purred and moaned. She fought to keep her eyes open. Her paws kneaded the pillow. He watched her.

"Good girl," he said sweetly. "You may swallow now." Princess purred and he watched her as she swallowed. She savored every bit of it, licking her lips to clean them. She heard his moan. Princess loved it. When she finished, her mouth opened with a moan, then closed and she purred. Josh twisted the toy as he slid in and out of her hot wet pussy slowly. She felt the veins rub against the walls. It teased her. She relaxed when she was in costume, allowed him to take control. He body began to shake and her claws began to her legs and her back arched. She began to grind with the thrusts.

Josh stopped suddenly. A red welt appeared on her thigh where he spanked her. Princess' eyes opened "No! You are not allowed to grind on the toy. If you grind again, you won't get my hard cock in your pussy, will I let you climax either, do you understand?"

Princess whimpered and mewed. She lifted her head and saw cock was hard again. He thrust the dildo in hard and pulled it out slowly. She panted and purred, whimpered and mewed. Drops of blood appeared where she clawed her thighs. "Don't orgasm, Princess," he whispered. "It's not time for that yet."

He repeated the thrust again, but this time, he let his thumb flick her clit. Her pussy tightened on the toy to stop the impending orgasm. She mewed and saw him grin. He pulled the dildo out and it dripped of juices. Princess licked her lips in anticipation of cleaning the toy. Instead, she gasps and mewed as he lowered began to slide it into her ass. First just the bulb tip. It spread the reluctant opening slightly. He pulled it out, and slid it in again, a little further.  She tightened her ass slightly, mewed and closed her eyes.

He gently stroked the inside of her soft thigh with one hand. "Relax, be a good kitten and let it slide in your ass slowly." He pressed the cock in more. Princess muffled a scream as the pressure intensified then licked her lips and relaxed her lower body. Her legs fell and she was wide open. He looked hungrily at the juices dripping from her hot pussy, down to the toy. He slid two fingers into Princess' pussy getting those sweet, hot juices on them. He pulled the cock-like toy half way out, rubbed the juices all over it and watched. Waited. Patiently. Princess' mews and purrs were amazing. She heard Josh gasp and felt him shake. She knew it meant chills went through his body.

With one swift movement, he thrust eight inches in her repeatedly. She screamed at the burning pain as the dildo stretched her ass in a way it's never been done before. He caressed her thigh with his free hand. "Shhh... relax Princess. After the stretch, you will love this." Josh whispered to her, helping her through the initial pain. As it subsided, she began to purr, claws dug into her thighs, again, leaving marks.

"I have a dirty kitty. You like that I see." His eyes gleamed. Josh left the dildo in her ass as he stood. He pulled a leather belt and harness from under the pillow. He stepped through the leg holes and pulled it up to his thighs. When Princess looked, her eyes widened. He put his cock through a belted hole, pulled his balls forward and then pulled the rest of the leather belt went to his waist. Behind his balls was another cock. It was shiny black with white veins. He fastened the belt around his waist. When he tightened the strap that was around his cock it got wider. "Are you my dirty kitty?"

Princess mewed sweetly in consent.

Josh grinned, pulled the dildo out of her ass and tossed it on her chest. Princess mewed and purred, pawing at the sticky wet toy. He lifted her legs and spread them wide. He moved in and put the head of the strap-on dildo in her ass as his hard cock started to slide in her incredibly wet pussy. He pressed into her, both the toy and his dick slid in easily. His balls were caught and caressed between the two cocks.

Josh looked at Princess. She had given up on the toy and began clawing at her legs. Her body shook. "You may cum whenever you are ready, My Pet." He began to move in and out of her, slowly, deliberately hitting all the right spots. Princess' eyes closed and her back arched. She was in sensory overload. Feeling the two cocks rub together through the thin wall between pussy and ass was more than she could take. Each methodic movement in and out of her made it more difficult to hold back. He reached down grasped her hips and pulled her up to him, sending the entire length of him and the toy into her, and she screamed in intense pleasure. Her walls tighten around his cock and her hot juices coated his shaft and dripped onto his balls. Princess' toes curled and her body shook from her orgasm. She mewed and panted. Her breathing slowed as he slowed his movements, pulling out until the heads were at the openings of their respective holes.

They gazed into each others' eyes; communicating their lust and hunger without using words.

 "I'm not done with you yet."

As he leaned in to kissed her, she was felt him and the toy slide in her. He tasted himself on her pouty lips and sucked her tongue. It drove him wild. He moaned, pulled her paws above her head, pinning her to the pillow and began to fuck her hard and fast. Josh had no control over his desire at this point, all he saw was her gorgeous body, beautiful face and felt her hot wet pussy massaging his rock hard cock and wanted more.

Josh let her hands go, removed the headband and pulled the gloves off, tossed them aside. He traced lines from her neck to her tits with his manicured nails. They were more than two handfuls. He squeezed them and pinched the nipples slightly. Joy gasped and moaned. He then traced down her stomach which created goose-bumps all over her skin. He undid the belt for the tail and looked at her face. Joy smiled at him, the make-up smeared from the sweat and juices on Joy's face.

"Now you are just my little slut. My hot, hungry, sexy slut who loves to be fucked by her lover."

Joy moaned, "Yes, lover, I'm your little slut. Please, fuck me. Take me. Make me yours."

Josh began to pound into her, rapidly. He leaned down and sucked her nipples, and bit them. The searing pain drove Joy wild. Her nails dug into his back, then she scratched down, leaving welts. He moaned, sat up and grabbed her hips. He pulled them into his, as he thrust himself and the dildo into her. The strap around his cock made him thicker and Joy was had a hard time staying in control. Through ragged breaths he moaned, "Cum...now." That was all she needed, they both climaxed together. She felt his hot cum shooting deep in her and his cock throbbing right before she let her orgasm happen. She squirted juices down his shaft and squeezed his cock hard. They seemed to feed each other's orgasm, making it last.

He slowly pulled out of her and stood. She watched him unbuckle and remove the strap-on harness. He gazed at her sweating body. "You are so gorgeous." Josh said.

Joy looked at his cock licked her lips then into his eyes, "May I...clean you?" His eyes widened. She had never asked before. All he could do was nod.

She sat up on the pillow. She felt their cum drip from her pussy. She could smell the sex all around her. Joy's heart raced and breathing became ragged. She kept licking her lips until she wrapped them around his cock. She moaned as she tasted their wonderful mixture. Joy's eyes closed as she took his cock all the way in slowly. She came back to the head and used her hands to rub the bulb on her lips. "I love how that feels." She whispered. Joy then licked from the base to the head, all around, leaving no cum on it. She was about to sit back when she noticed his balls glistening. She lifted his cock with one hand and licked them. The ridges and bumps felt odd on her tongue, but she didn't care, her tongue explored and cleaned while his moans were echoed by hers. Finally, Joy sat back and looked at Josh. "Was that... okay?"

Josh looked down at her. They were both still panting slightly from the tryst. Joy noticed that he looked as if he was ready for another round, but instead, he lay on the pillow next to her and cuddled. He softly kissed her. "You are one amazing woman. Not to mention an exquisite pet.

Joy blushed and purred. "I think I reflect the wonderful man and Master I have."

They hugged each other and fell asleep on the pillow.

Innocent? What do you think? Don’t forget to check out her website and let Kat know what you thought about her guest post.

Guest post 11 Vampirique Dezire

Vampirique Dezire is a very buys woman. She handles a lot of the business end of Naughty Night Press, runs a couple blogs, writes, and has time for a personal life. She contacted me a while back and my presence on Facebook is all her fault.

Not only is she a talented writer, Vampirique is also the most supportive and friendly Vamp you’ll ever meet. Her erotica is of the scorching variety, so but your welding glasses on before going any further.

Without any further ado, I give you:

Vampirique Dezire

With tears streaming down your face, you try to take in your surrounding not believing he has actually made good with his threat.
Your arms are cuffed and attached to chains bolted into a beam overhead. Legs shackled and spread as far as possible; are linked to a set of heavy chains coming out of the walls. Trying to work out where he is in the room, your eyes strain against the flickering candle light which is casting shadows of all varieties on the walls and floor, giving the stone an eerie appearance.
Feeling his hand weave itself through your long blonde hair, he yanks your head backwards. You feel like he is going to remove it all by the roots.
Licking your neck, he stops just below your ear and whispers, “I told you that you would be punished, didn’t I.”
Unsure of and not knowing if you can answer him, you try to nod your head.
Kissing your mouth hard he releases your hair. Walking around to the front, he produces a long bladed knife.
Terrified at what he is going to do, you have all these horrific images flash through your head.
Taking the knife he slips it just under the first button on your dress and cuts it off. Shaking badly you try to move away from him but as you do, you feel the sharp tip of the knife slice across the surface of your breast. The stinging pain kicks in as he moves his face very close to yours,
“Move again when I am cutting your buttons off and it could end up a lot worse. We wouldn’t want that.”
Nodding your head and crying hard, you feel him slice off the remaining buttons. With a quick flick, he rips the dress off you letting it drift into a ruined pile around your feet, leaving you there in nothing but a black half cup, lace bra with blood red trim and matching g-string. The cool air of the dungeon causes goose bumps to form over your body making you shiver involuntarily.
Unsure of what he is going to do next, you are unprepared for the stinging thwack of something coming down hard against your ass. The stinging pain rushes throughout your body. Over and over he sets the whip down on you until it feels like a white hot fire has been lit under the surface of your skin.
Crying out for him to stop, he continues until you can’t take any more and just as quickly as he began, he ceases. His leather gloved hand against your inflamed skin seems cool to the touch and feels like such a relief. You are amazed when he starts to caress the welts; a feeling of gratitude overcomes you like a wave. Murmuring softly under your breath, you feel him slip a gloved finger between your cheeks probing and pushing, making you stretch up on your toes.
Pulling his finger away abruptly, he walks around to the front of you. Droplets of blood have formed along the cut and he leans down, licking it up with his tongue. When he is finished, he kisses you hard letting you taste your own blood mixed with his saliva. While he is doing this, his hands are pinching and caressing your body. Taking a step backwards, he sees your nipples have hardened. Ripping down one cup, he grabs the rosy nipple between his fingers, pinching it hard. Squirming, you move away from him. Your response angers him as he quickly slaps both your breasts, leaving bright red finger marks across their creamy complexion.
“Don’t move again.”
He takes your chin in his hand and squeezes to emphasize he means what he says.
Cupping your pussy in his right hand, he grabs the bit of lace between your cheeks and yanks it up hard, causing the thin material to tear. He rubs the fabric along your pussy lips, soaking up the wetness that he is creating. When he is happy with the dampness you have made them, he removes them from between your legs and brings it up to your mouth. The undeniable scent of your juices waft up to your nose as he forces you to open your mouth then pushes the material in so you can’t utter a word.
Feeling incredibly exposed you realize now that he can do to you as he wishes and there is nothing you can do or say to stop him. A part of your mind is telling you, you should enjoy it and whatever he delivers is the right thing for you.
Placing his gloved hand once again on your pussy he starts to rub it, slowly at first without parting the lips but due to your clit already engorged, it’s like an infuriating itch. Not at all pleasurable but irritating so you move your hips around in hopes he realizes what he is doing to you. It doesn’t seem to matter because he masterfully continues to rub the outer lips with the soft leather. Your body gives in again as the juices flow and you can feel the stickiness clinging to the tops of your thighs as he drags his hand upward.
As your body tenses with the beginnings of an orgasm, he dips one finger deep into you then another, wriggling them about, fucking you with them. A muffled groan is all that escapes from your mouth. You move your lips as you try to speak. The saliva mixed with the juices on your panties drip onto your tongue causing a lustful explosion on your taste buds. You whimper as you watch him kneel down before you. He expertly brings his tongue up to flicker your clit. You close your eyes and lean your head back. He sucks hard on the bud, while he slides in a third finger, widening the hole for a fourth finger to join. Moving them rapidly in and out, he licks, sucks and bites on your clit. Unable to hold back any longer, you find yourself bucking wildly on his hand as your orgasm takes over causing you to squirt on his gloved hand. You’ve never had such a powerful orgasm as this and it leaves your body tingling, and tired but fully awakened wanting more.
Slowly he pulls his hand away and removing the gag he replaces it with his hand making you lick all the salty juice you have covered it with. Lovingly, you run your tongue over the leather, lapping at it like a kitten.
He murmurs his approval and watches as you suck every last drop off.
Your legs strain as he picks you up and impales you directly onto his cock. He is so rigid; you feel are going to be split into two. You feel how thick he is as he thrusts deeper. Faster and harder, he fucks you. The friction from the base of his cock hitting your clit drives you crazy. Bending his head down, he viciously sucks at your nipples, biting them and dragging on them with his teeth. The slight pain from his biting causes you to thrust against him feeling the onset of another orgasm building.
He can feel your pussy contracting around him and knows that you are close. Fucking you harder, he waits until that final second then withdraws, leaving you shaking and cursing him for what he has done. You scream in agony, because all you want or care about is to cum again.
Walking behind you, he lowers you down slowly causing you to bend over at the waist. Spitting onto his glove, he rubs it against your ass before he plunges his fingers into your soaking cunt, scooping out some of the juice. He inserts the lubed finger into your ass, pumping it in and out, until he has you nice and slick. Taking his cock, he begins to feed it into the tight rosebud puckering at him.
Groaning loudly, you feel him enter and you relax your body so you can take all of him. He feels your body go loose and he starts to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. The orgasm you were so close to, sits on the brink, waiting to be fueled again.
Moving his hand around to the front of you, he manages to slip 3 fingers straight into your quivering pussy and holds them there slightly bent so they rub against the hard nub deep inside of you.
Giving yourself over to him completely, you start to ride the wave that is crashing through your body causing you to grip his fingers tightly as his cock pounds away at your ass. With a final thrust and a long, drawn out growl, he cums and takes you with him as you feel the hot fluid enter you.
Your body slumps in exhaustion as you let the chains hold your full weight.
He wraps his arms around your waist resting his head against your shoulder, holding you close, letting you feel his body shake and shudder.
How long the two of you stayed like this nobody could say for sure but eventually he moves away. Patiently you wait for him to release you and when he does you collapse into his arms. Holding you and stroking your hair, he whispers into your ear about how proud he is of you and you have pleased him greatly.
“The next time I tell you to do something, you had better do it or there will be worse punishment then this,” he says in that velvety growl you have come to know so well.
You nod your head to let him know you understand. A cheeky smile flickers across your face as you are already starting to work out what you can do to receive his next punishment.

The End

Writing under the name of Vampirique Dezire, you can find a lot of her work at Blood, Lust and Erotica ~ http://vampiriquedezire.blogspot.com/ 

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Guestpost 11: Lela Gwenn

Lela Gwen has sullied her reputation by speaking with me over the past few weeks. I found her posting horrible things on twitter, and then was assaulted by her protective nature while chatting with a cute little friend of hers. Apparently the LIONESS doesn’t like wolves circling her friends. I learned my lesson and started chatting with this tattooed hard ass, finding her wit and intelligence to be an interesting challenge.

Then I discovered her writing on her blog, and sending a request to have her post a guest spot was an obvious choice. She delivered a fantastic little romp. Something I know you will enjoy.

LIONESS

By: LELA GWENN

She is a lioness.

Prowling the dark club she scans the room, looking for her prey. With a deliberate hand she tugs on the hem of her suggestion of a skirt. The soft waistband follows her tug, exposing the small tattoo that marks the soft flesh below her belly button. She catches the eye of one poor fool staring, trying to decipher the words. She presses a long fingered hand over the inscription and mouths the words, "Not for you." He is too eager. He is no challenge.

Her prey is in the darkest corner of the club, surrounded by girls with larger tits and longer hair. They laugh too loudly at his jokes. They find reasons to touch their hair, their face, and their breasts. They do everything but scream. "FUCK ME!"

He won't.

Not with the lioness in the room.

She sits and waits.

Not long. His eyes meet hers and linger. The lioness holds his gaze to the point where the gazelles to his left and right would look away, eyelashes batting. She holds him just to the point of discomfort. To the "we're playing chicken, you turn first" point. One side of her mouth turns up in a smile that promises trouble. This is a man drawn to trouble.

She shifts her eyes to the back door and nods to him. Before he can acknowledge her gesture she slams back her drink and strides across the room and out the back door.

A quick hand snakes out, unconsciously checking that all her weapons are in place. A few steps out into the well lit and oh-so-safe parking lot and the door behind her opens. The lioness doesn't turn.

Seconds after the door closes he is upon her; his body pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck.

"I've been waiting for a girl like you."

The lioness pirouettes in his grasp and presses her open, wet lips against the scruff of his cheek. "You've never even heard about a girl like me."

It was important not to leave his car behind. Cars left in parking lots prompted missing person's reports. His car, her place. This is her sanctuary. This is not a place to eat, watch T.V. This is where she fucks and kills.

Like a king he strides into her lair, turning to look at her like she's been caught being naughty. Fingering a restraint, he leans back against the metal frame that houses it. There is no time for games. Rushing him, she wraps her arms around her victim's neck and pulls him in with her long leg.

She kisses him deeply, running her hands roughly through his hair. Before he is aware of what she is up to, she has one of his hands cuffed. "Naughty, naughty." He grabs her shirt and pulls. Buttons pop off, leaving a less than decorative bra exposed.
"Uh, uh, uh ...no. This is my playground," she purrs.

It is his turn to lose buttons, the lioness slowly popping each one all the while staring into his dark eyes.  She attacks him with fury. Biting, licking sucking. His body responds, his cock tenting the front of his linen pants. Eyes shut, he doesn't notice the small curved blade that she pulls out of her ugly bra. She falls to her knees. A quick nick and his pants are torn off.

He notices the knife. His eyes light up with a curiosity she gives him no space to express.

She attacks again, her full lips pressed tight together, barely allowing his cock entrance to her mouth. And then opening, giving him unfettered access to the wet depths of her throat. With her tongue she traces the path of his throbbing vein all the way back to its source, then abandons it to follow the delicate seam of his balls.

She reaches up with her empty hand, seeking stability as he rocks in pleasure. The cold metal of the restraint on her wrist is a shock. She feels his dick surge, getting harder in her hand.

His hand twists into her hair, dragging her up to her feet. Their kiss is crushing, violent, desperate.

She has never, ever, been afraid.

This man scares her.

Her cunt drips.

"Why am I here?" He shakes both the restraint and her as he asks the question.

"I brought you here to kill you."

Their voices are a perfect mirror. The high and the low. The deep and the lilting.

Her skirt rolls up to her hips. She turns and bends, offering herself to him, an unheard of submission. As he drives his cock into her, she fantasizes about the hunts they will have.

She is a lioness.

He holds himself away from her, enjoying the porn star view of his cock sliding into her wet depths. He is amply hung, but so involved in watching himself fuck that he only uses the first third. Their only connection is this bit of cock he is lending her and the hand that keeps the pace slow and shallow.

Her mind wanders to the nature programs she would watch as a kid. Lionesses were choosy about who they fucked. Lions had to fight to get a mate and when they did-- it was a brutal affair. Close. Angry.

She is a lioness. She yearns for teeth on her skin. For hands that grab and hold and own. An unused hand slides her other knife out of the sheath in her bra. She reaches back, sure that he will see. He only has eyes for himself. The hooked blade catches on some bit of flesh behind his swinging balls. She pulls and the delicate seam rips open wide. The wet gush splashes on her legs and ass. She cannot help but nudge her clit with a gore-soaked hand as she pulls her arm back through.

He grabs her and begins to pummel, but it is no use. The blows land weak and weaker as the blood floods the floor below.

"Oh, kitten. If you'd only been a little feistier a little sooner." She watches as he sinks to the ground, his life flowing down the French drain at his feet. "You might be a killer, but you are no lion."

She kisses him as the light in his eyes goes dim. Blood slicked hands slide down her belly, coloring her simple script tattoo. The quickly thickening juices of her latest conquest mix with heated honey all her own. Her searching hands find their own pleasure, bringing her to climax again and again to the sweet dream of finding her Lion.

Bio: Lela Gwenn writes things that make people uncomfortable. One day, she hopes to make lots of people feel very, very weird.

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And if you like UF/PNR/PNE check out my blog at http://fullfrontalfantasy.blogspot.com/

Guest post 10: Ren Warom

New guest post: Demon by Ren Warom. I’ve been friends with Ren for awhile. She is a delightfully filthy woman with the sensuous naughty streak that fills the void where a mortals heart would be. There is an underlying sweetness to the icor  of her soul, and I suspect that somewhere locked deep inside there actually is a very nice girl. Don’t tell her I said that though, because she’ll spank the shit out of me. On second thought....

Ren has the most interesting writing style you will ever encounter. He writing tends to fall into the steampunk genre and she pours filth and degeneration onto the page in a ceaseless staccato that forces our fat unused American brains to actually (*gasp*) think.

When you read this it isn’t necessary to say it all with a British accent, but thinking about her bee-stung lips and glowing black eyes twinkling with evil delight is guaranteed to arouse.

Her blog, the Umwelt,  has some of the most fantastic writing you can find on the shithole called the internet. It took a lot of time to woo her with demonic sacrafices full of virgins and ancient toothless hookers (she likes the duality) to finally pry her legs open and force the birthing of this story. I won’t bore you with the details of our coupling, such happiness is mine alone. I still wear the scars with pride.

Now, with much pride and abject terror, I give you the doubtless bacchanalian festivities of Guest post 10:

Demon

By: Ren Warom

Fat, black cluster fly lands on a curve of glistening white. Settles with two spastic hops. Starts to preen. He sucks breath down to tight, moist balls. Leans forward. Such anticipation.

Nothing. The eye doesn’t twitch, doesn’t blink.

An acid weight of fury unwinds in thick coils to settle at the base of his spine. He thought, till now, she’d finally comprehended the game. But she’s given up instead. Deserted he and the game both.

Weak. So weak.  So disappointing.

He tilts his head. Movement abrupt as a fly hop. Incurious green eyes gaze into the blank circle of blue under the fly’s arse. Empty colour. No spark of life. Not even a fizzle. So disappointing.

Teeth grind into the silence.

He’s not done playing. Balls still tight. Blood still fresh. Such luscious pools of it to be spilt. To smooth, warm and sensual, across aching flesh. Not sated. Not fucking sated. Stupid little bitch.

Too late to punish her now. She won’t feel it.

Wants to fuck her whilst the blood’s still warm. But it’s without gratification. No point cleaving into dead flesh. Can’t witness the exquisite arching of her body away from heavy thrusts. Her fading cries, those soft whimpers, so satisfying. He moans.

‘Stupid little bitch.’

Can’t even fuck himself to make it better. There’ll be none of that sweet horror to bloom in ravaged blue as he scoops a handful of dark red, liquid heat to cover his hot, aching cock. No awareness of degradation as spools of silky white spatter her face, those cornflower blue eyes, in long, agonising spurts.

Such possibilities. Lost.

He rises. One long jolt of movement. Graceful even after hours sat cross-legged. Suffers only one further look at the spread-eagled remnant of human waste.  He’s almost too sickened by her to bear it.

Just a ragged, naked doll. Unworthy.

Red stains, bruises, patchwork her inner thighs. His artwork. Puncture wounds, shallow slices, deep gaping cuts, criss-cross delicate ribs, young plump breasts. Smears and slicks of blood, personal as a signature. So beautiful.

How swiftly she abandoned her beauty.

The clarified butter blonde of long, silky hair lies bloodied and tattered as a banner on a battlefield. He feels as if it’s he who’s lost. He hates her for that. For her rush to surrender. They could have fought such wars together.

The fly stirs, burrs upwards.

The abyss of her eye stares through laser bands of dusty sunlight. Mute. Devoid of expression. It was glorious filled with fear, with pain. It revolts him now. His face twitches. Disgust. Contempt for her weakness. He turns his back on the lifeless blue of the eye.

They never wait long enough. Never last long enough.

Buzzing mindless voice of the fat-arsed fly follows him like an admonition. He pauses on the threshold. Listens. Nods. He’ll choose again, do better next time. The new one will last; she’ll give him every pleasure. He’ll make sure of it.

#

He stands in the shade of a trio of beeches. Twisted branches weave to a single canopy. Light dapples between the gaps, illuminates his face, but he can’t move. He’s spellbound. Frozen to the ground by the sheer beauty of her.

Perfection. Pure, angelic perfection.

In the midst of a colourful group. Child birds, fledglings, so vulnerable, so unaware. All laughing, shrieking, talking at once. She’s a quiet note. Clearly the epicentre of their storm of noise, antics. All for her. To gain her attention. Her admiration.

He understands their desperation. She’s perfect.

So small. A touch younger than his usual. Her breasts mere beginnings. Barest hint of mounds beneath the crisp front of her tee. But she’s pure, sensual grace from battered yellow sneakers to the top of that shining fall of ebony.

Such liquid, erotic rhythms in her movement.

She stalks the pavement sleek as a yearling kitten amongst the fledglings. All long limbs, innate elegance. She glides. Shimmers. Eyes a shade or two lighter than his but jewel bright, so aware. So full of self, of light.

An unbroken flame.

Sun flashes off bluest magpie highlights in that ebony fall as she flicks it behind her shoulder. It blinds him. He’s dazzled. Must have her. Can’t rest, sleep, eat, until she’s his.

A profound sense of belonging fills him.

He knows she’d feel it too were she aware of him as he is of her. A recognition. It travels his skin faint and prickling as static. She’s what he’s been searching for. He’s wasted so much time on inferior flesh. But this one’s an equal.

They are connected.

He shadows her as she moves through the streets. Sun brightens and dims to dusk. Small coterie of colourful fledglings gradually peel away until she walks alone. A single note of flawless harmony. Quiet sneakers pat the pavement soft as fingers on flesh. He shivers as though it’s his. Realises he intends to take her tonight.

It’s never been so urgent.

He senses the strength in her. She can slake the endless rage of need within him. He knows it. After so long, so many failures, he cannot wait another moment to claim her. And oh, what he’ll show her in the days to come.

A surfeit of magnificent abominations.

He’ll teach her how her flesh bends to his. How it breaks. He’ll show her that there are few limits to what a body can take, even if it’s in denial. And she will last, this one. This fantasy of silk and stealth.

She will reward his patience with endurance.

She stops. Turns. Hesitant. Does she hear his thoughts? He’s enchanted. Watches from inky shade as she stands, head cocked to the wind. Listening. Her eyes gleam emerald in the darkness. Hungry. She’s as needy as he is.

A faint call from the distance.

‘Ari?’

The girl pivots. Balletic grace. Calls in a voice as lyrical, melodic, as her movement. ‘Coming, ma.’

#

Night. That bottomless silence. The echoing cathedral of darkness, pierced by a thousand stars sharp as blades, encloses him. Enfolds. He wears it like a suit. Moves within it as if an extension, a fold of sky upon the ground. Glides stealthy as the moon to where he scents her.

She smells of untapped potential. So pure.

He’s watched the house all evening. As dusk deepened to full dark. As stars pinpricked through the black. As a slow yellow moon rose within it all. Listened to the subtle sounds of night time ritual. Clinking of plates. Light conversation. The tinny voice of television. Saccharine.

Empty calories for the mind.

Her window is cracked open to the soft night air. A ghostly swathe of net flutters out into a barely there breeze. It’s as if she’s waiting for him to come to her. He smiles. Climbs through the gap, so swift and stealthy he makes no sound at all.

Stands in the cool darkness of her room.

Above him a fan whirrs, he can feel the breeze; hear the susurration of blades through still air. He pads over to her bed. The luxurious drop of silken ebony spills over the pillow, toward the floor. A fall of dark liquids. Her skin glows, calls to his touch, but he resists.

First they must be alone.

The needle is fine as her hair. Her skin twitches ever so lightly as it slides in and a low moan of noise slips from between her lips. He breathes the sound into him, it sparks within his chest. Blossoms. Opens out to such a sharp agony of hot, molten need. Exquisite.

He touches a fingertip to her lips. ‘Ssssh.’

Her breathing slows, deepens, her body slumps into the mattress. Lax, compliant. He caps the needle. Pulls back the covers and gathers her into his arms. She rests there. Such an insignificant weight. So fragrant, so delectable.

This time, it will be he that is consumed.

His eyes bleed stark white in the gloom. Wide pallid pupils around a pinpoint of black. Her scent rises up. She smells like him. A feline scent. Cold, dark and dangerous. One of his own. He wonders how long it will take her to realise it, to turn the game against him.

The suspense is unbearably sweet.

He rests her body into the crook of one supple, sinewy arm. Reaches down. He’ll leave behind only the needle itself, placed on the pillow just so. It holds no trace of him; he has no such traces to shed. No fingerprints, no skin flakes, no DNA. But it is the message he likes to leave.

It says She is mine now.

© Ren Warom 2011

Ren Warom is the author of this blog which you need to check out. It keeps the demons in Brittan where they belong.

She is also writing a novel called COIL that I know nothing about but wanted to mention.

Make sure you leave the gorgeous Ren a comment. She loves to laugh at the piteous thoughts of us mortals.

New guest post: Skip Novak

Guest post 9. My close friend and brother from another mother Skip submitted this to me, and I instantly fell in love with the tale. Skip weaves an interesting story with characters you fall for, hate, and empathize with. He is a published author with an anthology and a couple other shorts under his belt, as well as in incredible BLOG. I am lucky to have him, and this story is costing me cigars and brown liquor. It’s well worth the price of admission. Without further ado, I give you:

Freddie Gets Away

By Skip Novak

          Jill woke up with a feeling of excitement and anxiousness. Today, she told herself, was going to be a GREAT day!  As Jill walked to the bathroom she went through her laundry list of things she wanted to accomplish:

·        Arrive at new job early.

·        Make good impression.

·        Work hard and diligently.

·        Have lunch with Mark the GREATEST man in the WORLD!

·        Work hard after lunch.

·        Come home and make dinner for Mark the GREATEST man in the WORLD!

·        Fuck Mark, the GREATEST man in the WORLD’s, brains out!

She got ready for the day like she normally would and then entered her kitchen. She noticed that the coffee was finished cooking, “Thank God for automatic timers.” Jill poured herself a steamy hot cup of bitter deliciousness.

         

          As the coffee coursed down her throat she could immediately feel the effects of caffeinated stimulation to her nerve endings. She leaned against the counter, closed her eyes, relaxed her shoulders and let go of all the emotional tension that had plagued her over the past few weeks. “Ahhhhh… that hit the spot.” She announced to the empty kitchen.

“Meow?” Came the reply.

          “Shit!” Jill’s eyes shot open. “Damn it Freddie! I thought you were outside.” The gray striped cat stood in the doorway of the kitchen staring at her. “I suppose you’re hungry?” She asked the cat. “You know, when I found you on the sidewalk last year I thought you would be able to take care of yourself. I always heard how your kind is so independent and yet here I am everyday cleaning your litter box, feeding you and watering you. You got a pretty sweet gig Freddie, I hope you know that. Shit, one day I hope to have someone take care of me like I take care of you.”

         

Freddie just stared at Jill; his head was cocked to the right side a bit in a look that was both inquisitive and a bit insightful, as if he was thinking about something. It was a creepy sort of look that gave Jill the chills. It was just odd, like he knew her deepest, darkest secrets.

         

Jill shuddered. She turned towards the cupboard where she kept Freddie’s food. “I suppose you want breakfast?” She felt Freddie brush against her legs.

“Meow”

Jill opened the door to the cupboard, and grabbed a can of Friskies Prime Filets. Freddie jumped up on the counter and started to purr. He rubbed against her arm excitedly.

“Ok, Ok… damn, calm down.” She exclaimed to the now rambunctious cat. “ You act as if you haven’t eaten all week.”

         

Jill barely got the top off the can before Freddie nudged her hands aside and started to eat the food right from the can. She laughed and went to refill her coffee cup. As she headed out of the kitchen she looked over to see Freddie’s progress on the food. Tthe can was almost cleaned out. “Freddie, you’re gonna get indigestion from eating so fast. Slow down.”

         

She put on her coat, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She looked around the living room to make sure that she had not left any lights on and saw Freddie sitting on the couch cleaning his paws. “You take care of the place while I am gone.” She explained excitedly to the cat. “Mark is coming back here for dinner, and he will probably spend the night so I want you on your best behavior.”

         

Freddie stopped cleaning his paws, looked at her with a blank expression, cocked his head to the side.

“Meow?”

         

Jill laughed and walked out the front door.

          Mark had just watched his girlfriend leave her house. He had been waiting a block away from for about 45 minutes now and had gone through seven cigarettes. He only had 2 left in his pack. As soon as he saw the door to Jill’s house open he quickly ducked down behind his truck so she wouldn’t see him. After 10 minutes he felt comfortable enough to walk up to her house and let himself in.

         

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” Mark called as he opened the door and walked through the living room. “C’mon out Freddie… I have some treats for you.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a ball of catnip and a horse tranquilizer. “Freeeeeddddiiiieeeee….it’s meeeee Uncle Maaaarrrrkkkkk. I have some tasty treats for you…” Shit, Mark thought to himself, where the hell is this fucking cat? “C’mon out. Herrrrre Fredddieeeeeeee.”

          Mark stopped halfway through the living room. As he scanned the furniture he saw evidence of Freddie’s’ attempted takeover of the house. There was cat hair everywhere. It looked as if he had pissed on the love seat and the area rug. There were claw marks on the foot stool. The bottoms of the curtains were a shredded mess. “Fuckin cat. I hate cats. Gonna kill me a kitty today.” He whispered under his breath. “Nothin but trouble.”

         

He was almost to the kitchen when he heard a tinkling noise from the second floor. Mark stood frozen at the sound. He had heard it before; the sound of Jill’s perfume bottle in the bathroom. It was a custom piece of handmade crystal that Jill’s mother had given to her before she died. At least that’s what Jill had told him after their first sleepover last month.

It had taken three dates and two bottles of 20 dollar wine for Jill to let him spend the night. “We aren’t going to have sex.” She had told him after that third date, “But you can come in and we can talk or watch a movie, but no sex. Those are my rules.” He had agreed to her terms because she had the nicest ass he had seen in a long time and also because he knew that once they got to talking an making out, he could convince her that “Yes, she did want to have sex.”

         

He managed it too. It had been one of the finest performances of his 28 years.

They talked about politics, to which he agreed to whatever opinion she had. They talked about art and wouldn’t you know it? They had the same tastes in that too. They spoke for an hour on music and movies. Jill was actually surprised that Mark cried at the end of “Steel Magnolias”.  This was also, coincidentally enough, revealed at the end of the second bottle of wine. Jill was like putty in his hands by the time he delivered the “Shelby-Bomb”, as he liked to call it. There was a ninety percent chance of sex every time he mentioned that movie and the name of Shelby, especially if he could muster up a tear or two when he told the girl of the moment.

It had been a month since that first night of reckless passion, but Mark was not particularly attached to Jill. He had, however, learned that her father was currently lying in a first rate critical care facility dying of Mesothelioma. This was good news for Mark because there would be a huge check with Jill’s name on it when he died.

Mark wanted that money. Badly.

He knew Jill would do anything for him, especially after he got her a job at his buddies’ construction company. He had to call in several favors to get her the job in the accounts payable department, but it was well worth the hassle. He knew Jill would marry him; she really should keep her laptop password protected as well as her diary file.

Freddie knew that Mark was coming. He had seen the idiot drive by the house at 7:13, hell; he had heard big dumb redneck coming. What sort of mindless piece of shit has a Ford F-150 with glass packs in this day and age?

He knew that Mark was up to no good, he’d known from the second that Jill had started talking about him a month and a half ago. “Oh, Freddie, your just gonna LOVE Mark. He is so sweet and honest and caring and friendly. He’s true gentleman. He even opens the door to his truck for me. He’s not pushy at all and he’s a really good listener. He really cares about me.” Freddie wasn’t just suspicious, he was sick to his stomach. He let Jill find that out the hard way when he left a hairball inside her favorite shoe. No one was that good. Hell, even Freddie wasn’t that good and it was his duty to be good.

When Jill left the house Freddie knew he had an extremely limited amount of time to get ready for Marks arrival. He figured if he sat on the hamper when Mark came into the bathroom he could scamper downstairs and maybe, if he was quick enough, knock over a few of the potted plants on the steps to help block his escape route. That would slow him down.

Freddie didn’t expect to find Jill’s dirty night clothes with the wet towels in the hamper. He just couldn’t bring himself to sit quietly on her soiled underwear, especially since Jill had just finished her period. Some of that had leaked onto her undergarments and Freddie could see the brown, flaky blood and mucous mixture of her monthly purging. Freddie almost choked at the smell of it.

He looked around the bathroom for a better spot to hide; there really wasn’t anywhere else. Then the idea came to Freddie. He looked up at the shelf with the perfume bottles, lotions, creams, ointments and oils. He smiled to himself. The idea formed and Freddie leapt up to the shelf careful not to knock over anything that Jill valued. He eased himself to the edge of the shelf where the baby oil was standing right next to a bottle of after suntan lotion and nudged both bottles off the shelf. They fell onto the hamper with a quiet thump.

Freddie sprang off the shelf with his tail accidently tapping the top to Jill’s perfume bottle. It made a tinkling sound, and Freddie knew he was busted and had to act fast. He grabbed Jill’s discarded morning towel in his mouth and tugged it off the hamper with the bottles of lotion and oil falling to the floor.

Mark heard thumping from the bathroom as he was halfway up the stairs. He could see the door was almost completely closed.

“I got you now you little fucking rat.” Mark said. “I’m gonna drown you real good and then I am gonna get your name tattooed on my arm along with all the other rats I’ve killed.” He smiled to himself and quickened his pace. When he got to the top of the stairs Mark quickly grabbed the glass knob of the bathroom door and pulled it shut. “Got you now you sneaky little overgrown rat! There’s no way you’re gonna get out of this one!” Mark pressed his ear to the door and heard thumping and hissing on the other side. “Whatcha doin in there Freddie? Hmm?” He called out to empty space. “You’re mine.” He had not realized that with each word he was tapping the door with his middle finger.

         

“I’m gonna kill you Freddie. Kill you good. Drown you.”

“Meow?”

         

“That’s right. Say your rat-cat prayers to your rat-cat God if you have one. I’m gonna drown you in that tub you like to sit on or maybe even the toilet. Yeah, then I’ll shit on you and see if you can be flushed like the shit eater you are.”

         

“Meow?”

         

Mark reached down and caressed the glass door knob with his fingers, slowly making tiny circles on it, savoring the moment before the kill. Then he turned it slowly, a maniacal grin on his face. “Olli Olli Oxen Free!” He cried. Mark threw the door open and jumped into the room.

          The smell hit him before he landed; the bathroom reeked of baby oil. He looked around and saw Freddie on the edge of the tub near the hot and cold water handles just staring at him as his silhouette covered the doorway. Then, movement on the toilet caught his eye. Another cat sat there looking at Mark. Another was on the window ledge and another was sitting on the hamper and another sat on the edge of the sink.

          Mark felt his feet hit the ground briefly, and then he was looking up at his feet in mid-air. “Whaaaa….” Was all he managed to get out before his head hit the side of the sink and a sickly throbbing pain started to build at the base of his neck. It spread through the rest of his brain. Something warm started to spill down the back of his head. His arms were flailing and he heard something snap inside him. Then blackness descended.

          Freddie jumped off the tub and onto Mark’s chest. He stared into the man’s face and watched the life of Jessup Mark Brewer extinguish itself into a slow painful memory.

“Meow?”

Freddie glanced around the bathroom for the last time; he was going to miss Jill and this house. It was a nice place to live and the food was great. But, there were other things he needed to take care of, other people who needed his help.

         

He leapt off of Marks chest and out into the hallway. Freddie pranced down the stairs, through the living room, and to the cat door in the kitchen. As he stepped out onto the back porch he looked up to the sky and saw a dove flying above the house and a crow on a tree branch.

Skip Novak has an impossibly busy schedule, and yet still finds the time to write and churn out incredible work like this. Let him know what you think by posting a comment here. Check out his BLOG and buy him a cigar and a couple shots of something brown that warms the gullet. Buy the anthology he contributed to, and if you stroke his pony tail just right he might tell you a story…

Oh...ask Mr. Novak about his transgendered Llama fetish.