Taken

The stalking of the flesh from the darkness beats the heart to a raging need. Yellow eyes watching from shadowed place.

The scent of warm sweat and deep seeded fear fill the forest. It runs, the beast fallows with silent persuite. Furrie heckles raise as it know the beast is close but knows not what to do about it. It runs faster, the hope of safety a dream but something to keep its mind from screaming in terror. The sounds for growls and dark deep laughter behind it.

The beast enjoys this hunt. This creature knowing not whats about to happen, how it world and life will be changed forever.

Creeping, lurking, waiting. The beasts lust hard and dripping with anticipations and want.

It flees only to be trapped, lured by the sense of freedom, caught, no place to run, no hiding.

The beast lunges and finds its prey soft under him, struggling and whimpering and it feels the fangs sink into the back of its neck. It feels what the beast wants, Its prone exposed body know not way its lusting. Then... A deep massive growl and a thrust. The beast is taking it, taking what it wants as its claws find the small hips and grip.

The frail creature under it shreeks with a mix of pleasure and pain as its full like its never been. Its body shuddering and shaking in fear so much, the dirt under it pools with its gold.

The beasts body never stopping its lustfull attack, its heated, hard lust swelling ready to give the only thing it was ment for.

Its eyes wide as it feels the beast ready to gift it... its own hardend need explodes at the thought. Sticky wet seed ropes under it soaking it even more.

The beast throws its head back and lets out a howl that shatters the world and moon into a thousand pieces... Filling its prey with its gift of thick want.

Growls and grunts filling the cool night as the bodys thrust and pound one another in and ancient dance of pure lustful passion.

Who is the prey they ask them selfs. who lured who with it scent and defining sensual flesh.

Silken bodys

I feel his smoothness under my finger tips. The way he moves makes my own skin goose bump. The thin frame of his nakedness exposed for my hungering eyes. Shall I cover him in lust, explore his every inch, maybe worship his hanging hardness. Its all almost to much.





Such wanton from his body and mine pressed together. Our blood engorged need writhe against each other. The feeling of the first slick drippings if his lust make my mind spin, the scent of his sex make my every nerve spark.





My eyes roll as I feel his lips linger with teasing kisses along my heated flesh. He binds me, I am his. He pulls my thickened sex this way and that, up and down. Tears flow from my eyes in begging please for release. Smiles and giggles from his pursed lips as they kiss my throbbing want.





He kneels between my splayed open body, I feel his every last inch of hardened sex slipping in and out of my secret place. Kisses and licks cover my face, lips, neck, nipples. All I can do is moan, grunt, groan, beg, and roll in my mind.





Its close, I can feel it now. His swelling need. My own growing thicker. I'm close, hes close, we are close to giving each other away to the waves of Ecstasy and light. His swelled sex fills me till I feel like I'm going to burst. I feel him let go of one then another gift is liquid lust into my needing sweating body.





My own Thickness gifts his chest with sweet seed. We roll and writhe together on a line of milky sweet nothingness. Nothing in out minds, only our souls intermingle and wrap tight around each other. Tears and manic lust as our body thrust and push against the needing sex wanting every last bit of each other. If we die, we die in a state of blissful flame of pleasure that's only pain is the thought of its end.

Nightly Beasts

The light dims as the sun finds its nightly resting place. The night shrugs its way from the days painful illuminating rays. The eyes of the new peek from hiding places stretching and shaking away the days pain. The day is not for those of us who seek the pain of the unknown world. We are the ones unafraid of the things that hide and lurk in the shadows, and corners. Klicks of claw and snap of jaws, howls and moans fill the moons rays with song and gift of thanks for being.

We hunt for pray in the deep cracks of the world, sniff them out, take what we want leaving only lust filled pools of liquid sex on the growned. Man or Woman, makes no differance is who we thrust with. Cock, cunt, pussy, ass, mouth, all of it fair game to us. They all give into the eyes of the beast.

Men try and be us, Women try to hide us. We are the dirty little secret in everyone closet, and nasty perverse thought pushed under the bed. Pink folds weep and moisten at our approach, Cock springs to life and gifts us with lustful seed. We the beasts are Man and Woman. We are the fear of sexual curiosity, the moment is thought that make you shiver and your nipples dance in our presents.

Think what you will about us, despise us if you wish, fear us, but one day your body will give it self over to the raging beast and be ravaged like the whore you wish you could be.

We are all WHORES for the beast known as pleasure.

Sanity

The hulking shadows creep around the inner walls of what used to be my sanity. Clawing and reaching with fever pulsing fingers and palms. The room feels smaller as they lurk and sulk around the already sweat moistened bed.





Darkness looms ever closer with every mammoth step they take.


Fear, anger, lust, need, fill every open nook and crannie of my naked being.





What is it thees shadows want from me. I give everything I have, and still the raging wild needs come back every night with even more hunger for what I have no clue.


My sanity drips from my eyes wetting cheeks and lips, the salty taste of it rolls over my tongue and explodes a shiver down into my core.





The writhing begins, unwanted, un needed , but lusting for more.


Every bite, every scratch tattooing my snake rolling flesh as if I were a canvas of skin and my crimson was the paint.





Each shadowed fuck, each shadowed fuck, EACH SHADOWED FUCK takes it place after another, and another, AND A FUCKING NOTHER. Screams of my sanity are never heard over the crys of lust.





Liquid need and sex pool around my waving body unable to stop it, unyielding to my pleas of mercy and begging.





I am again forced to let go of my dripping, heated, searing, life from my used body.





The shadows slink back into the walls, only to wait for the next night when my sanity become my hardened INSANITY grows again.

The Night

Heated sexual flesh pressed hard against one another. Deep lust filled need in the body's. The blade held in hand nicks and cuts at the pail flesh under him, the crimson flows free between them. Hardened nipples grind against masculine chest. Pussy swelling with need and dripping with want. Growls and moans eco through out the air... The knife shines as the edge comes down over one beautiful breast, searing blissfull pain forcing a scream from her pink kissed lips. Passions growing into animal like pulses in the brain cock meets cunt in an explosive combination. Screams of Ecstasy and pain as bloody openings on her lushes flesh open and give forth the red treasure from heart. Bloody body's roll and writhe on the floor, fucking and pounding with no care of life or death. Body's in heated hell dripping with every ounce of what the gods fear.. and higher being. Nails grip and scrape.. teeth nash and bite. Anything to feel more of each other. Animistic fucking, grunting, groaning. Cunt and cock mash and pound. Bloody lips drip and ooz. Untill the moment of massive attack.. cock bursts.. rivers of seed fill cock filled cunt, her screams could shatter souls and end life itself if they could be heard over the raging storms that the gods them self start as to not hear the pleasure of mear mortal man and women. Cum and juice flow over each other in unending release of pain, anger hate love and need. We are all animals. He whispers. Only a fue can be our animal.

Connection

The feeling of his warm body beside mine. Never thinking this could have ever happened.

His skin so soft to my finger tips. The scent of his own nervousness.

On my side facing his naked form, my own growing more and more eager to feel everything there is about him.

My hands conform around all of his curves, and smoothing sides.

The kiss.

It sends me reeling, the pulse of heart beats can be felt in out lips.

We press our stiffness against each other and start to rock back and forth as if the ocean itself were moving us to the earths will. Wrapping ourselves around each other, intertwining arms and legs as the need for each other builds.

Uncaring of the world around us anymore. We need only each other at this moment.

Feeling his grasp at my formed ass I can do nothing my moan freely. He opens and spreads me open for his and mines delight. Ohh the sensations I feel as he enters me for the first time.

Pain, pleasure, rejoyceing, want, lust, love, all at once.

I give my self freely to ever edging need, his overwhelming hardened need exploring my darkest secret with more and more vigor.

My own lust dripping to the bedsheets under my body and pooling as if a gift for him.

Without warning I feel his liquid lust open and fill me, every throb and heated pulse of his shaft pumping and filling and overflowing my inner self.

Its all can do but cry as my own body explodes under me. One after another pumping seed from both of us until we fall into a sweet sweet sleep of every lasting lust and comfort.

Sickness in Pain

When does the pain turn to a sick pleasure. Is it when the mind turns in on itself begging to be released for it darkened state. Is it when you feel the blood rush into the masses of nerves that scream out for the end of it all. Is it when you hear the laugh of the one holding your cock, cunt, tits or ass in a most deifying death grip to make you scream for mercy.

The cum starting to dribble from open sex and head of cock.

When does the pain turn to sick pleasure. Is it when tears flow from the humiliation of the red hand prints on ass, swelling of balls and clit from crop abuse. Is it when the body bucks, wriths and beats itself from orgasm.

When does pain turn to sick pleasure. Is it when the screams of exploding cum and pussy gushing. Is it when all is said and done you feel warm and some how safe.

There is no sickness only to those who understand not what they see and hear. The only sickness is judgement with out knowing.

Pains Past

The past haunts me like ghost with a knife ready to stab, slice, cut, rend, and tear flesh from my body. To cut my throat to see the blood flow free and laugh as it stands before me. "I TOLD YOU" Its screams. "Was four pains not enough! Do you need more. Is that it YOU CURSED FUCK!" Shaking its weapon in it blood drenched hand. "They all leave. EVERY ONE.. BECAUSE OF YOU" I try to fight but all i do is sob and tell it, its wrong this time. Its not the same I'm not what i what used to be. It laughs and steps closer. My past in its hand shining so brightly that my eyes burn and sear with pain. "They leave you because they know your nothing" Pounding my fists into the wall in crimson seeps from my knuckles as bone shatters and splinters through my flesh. "You will be left like the cursed fuck you are with your throat slit again and looking for that way out only I can give you!" It hurts so badly knowing that i can't run from my past but only hope that my past will one day be gone and i will be able to enjoy my new life with my new world. My past stand there almost as if in defeat. "I warn you this last time. If it happens again. I will be all you have." It wont happen again. It not the same as the others. She means what she says and she is my new world willing to let me be me. But if i find my self with my throat slit again at least i will know. She loved me for me as i love her for her. Thank you my mate, my love. You are my today and now. I love you.

Slamming the small body against the wall, she screams as she sees the rage and hunger in his eyes. Ripping and tearing of clothing. Gripping and gropeing of breast and nipples. Pinching, pulling, twisting. Her tears begin to flow knowing whats to come and the power is not hers to stop it. He strips his clothing away exposeing rageing body and cock. Her eyes wide begging for it not to happen. Her begs and crys fall on deaf ears. Panties rip, betraying cunt dripping in fear. A snarl forms on his lips as he smells her sex. Stepping forward, she trys to flee. His massive claw like hands grip her hair and pound her back into the wall, her smooth ass goose bumping from the cold steal wall against her flesh. She feels his body pess against hers. His cock throbs in overpowering need and lust for such a beautiful thing befor him. Bloody screams fill the night as his body finds its way deep into her pussy. Is this what she really wanted? Her dreams of a ravageing beast with claw and fang. Uncareing for her needs only for his. His cock opens her lips and stretches them to the limit. Sobbing not wanting it like this as her dreams have shown her. But her body drools down her legs with unwilling juice. Fucking and piston movement pound her ragdoll like body. Nipples raw from scrapeing the wall. Why does her body push back. Not like this please. no... not like... Her body gives her a beautiful horror. Orgasam rips through her body and shakes her soul to the core. Sobbing and weeping hearing his laughs and animal grunts in her ear. The swelling of his cock forces a moan from her exsusted throat. Fang sinks deep into her flesh, her orgasmic sobbing screams spew from her lips and ravaged cunt. His cock exploads filling her empty womb with his searing beast seed. Growling and biteing a ripping into her flesh as his body takes everything it wants from this vessil. She drops, he stand over her. Gold sprays over her weak spread open body. Pussy still glisens with cum and juice. Laughing as the golden stream coveres and pools around her body. Looking up. Her eyes filled with fire, hate, lust, hunger, fear, and bliss. MMmmmmm thank you beast come back to me soon. >>>>>>>>>>>>>Just because it seems to be one thing, remember this. Not everything is as it appears.

Locked Away Thoughts

Sometimes even I fear the urges I have. The pain I wish to feel and inflict on others. The sexual charge that explodes through me when I hear the screams and whimpers from writhing flesh under me. My lust for the bloody body that begs me not to do this. The gasp if surprise when I grip the hair of head and pull forcing them to take me into mouth or pussy or ass.

The sick, demented, twisted thoughts that sometimes run through my head, making my cock hard and spew it thick seed as i grip and tug. My own moans and sounds frighten me.

But I know that beast is locked away in its cage, safely away from those who would not, or never understand them. It only knows words like. Fuck, Take, Force, Pussy, Cunt, Rip, Tear, Bleed, Cock, Rape, and above all Pleasure. No matter how it gets it, its need for this is its hunger.

But I do visit this beast in its cage. I let it ravage me, take me, rape me at its will. If I don't, it will somehow brake free if its bonds and rage against all those who have helped me keep it locked away so safe and away.

We all have a beast in us that we keep locked away from prying eyes and touch.

But I warn you, Visit this beast from time to time. If you don't, this beast will find its way free, and you will pay the price for ignoring it.

So visit it, speak to it, fuck yourself to its words, let it ravage you with its tooth and claw. Let your mind race with all of those twisted sick thoughts, and let that cum flow hard and in sexual bliss, pain and fear.

Enjoy your darkness, if you don't, YOU will be the one locked away in your own cage rageing to be set free.

Its Only Rain

Its only rain. The streams of passion over flow around the body's in the wet grass. The sounds of night and earth are the music they dance to. The deep kisses and flittering fingertips glide over water beaded flesh.

Its only rain.

Soft lips and eager tongue find each other, twisting and swirl about tasting the very passion that grows in them. Flesh meshing against flesh, breast and chest press together as the sounds of the body's fill the night music.

Its only rain.

Her head lifts into the clear soft water that covers them, moans of sweet song escape her throat singing from her lips into his. He whispers ever so softly into her as he kisses her cheeks and lips.

Its only rain.

Body's now writhe against one another as she repeats his words. The very thing that she has feared is slowly washing away the fear. She repeats the words even as his swelling lust fills her Velvet secret.

Its only rain.

Wrapping her self around him, legs intertwined and clutching his waist as even now her passion grows. The rain doing nothing to cool the heated flesh that steams from naked inflamed flesh. The words become a mantra for them as they slither, slide writhe into one another.

Its only rain.

Hardened swelled lust gives way to searing seed as a part of his soul fills her open body.

Her velvit secret quivers and ripples orgasm around him covering him in sweet juice and blissful necter.

Its only rain.

Eyes lock as this moment now embeds its self into soothing memory and every lasting thought. Intense shutters over come them both as they look up and let the feeling wash over and through they're body's.

Its only rain.

He repeats to her again holding her close and rocking back and forth and gifting her face and neck with kisses.

Its Only Rain.

The Artist

The humiliation of the tears that flow down my cheeks please Her. I am happy to please in all ways that i can. She leads me on a the leash today, wearing my pretty pink boy shorts that says heart breaker. She smiles, i beam in Her smile. I crawl on the floor on all fours, my ass presented at a gift to Her and who ever She deems worthy of taking it as a prize. Its impossible to hide my aroused nature. My blush is bright red. She grins and swats my ass giggling at the sound.

Later I find my self strapped to the rack. My sweat drips down my naked torso gleaming in the dim light of the room from the light bulb in the center. Eyes of others look up and down my hard nakedness and chuckle softly at the prelust that oozes down my shaft. My flesh now a canvas of welts and bloody rips, from flogger, knife, and whip.

Gasps and Oooo's and AHhhhh's fill the room as She takes the candle and runs the flame over and under nipple and cock, forcing me to jump and yelp in burning sexual pain. It is all i can do not to beg for mercy, but afraid to disappoint in so many ways. I hold tight to the bonds around my rists gripping as wood under my body moans and groans as i squirm and writhe.

I will take all that She has to give so that She can be satisfied with Her lover submissive and sated till the next time.

Begging for my release into orgasmic bliss. My cock throbbing under slaps and flicks of finger nails and palm. All it takes is a sharp nod from Her head, and my body falls over the edge of life into madness of ecstasy. Cum over flows from cock head down shaft to thigh and floor. Bucking of my body and soul at once. Screaming in blissful sobbing paining pleasure, i lose my self in the moment and die. For a moment.

Silence.

The eyes just stare as if hypnotized by my body as it lay limp held by the rack.

Applause and cheers, roaring of crowd and whistles as She, The Mistress, The Domina, The Goddess presents her art work of the human sexual flesh, She bows.

She is an artist of sexual passion and pain. An artist of blissful release and orgasm. She is My Dream, My Goddess, My Everything. May I always please You and make You as happy as You have made Me.

Broken Trust

The lies, and deceit that spew forth, dirty and stain the very floor that welcomed you into a fold. Petty words, and misconstrued facts filth your lips, and spit forth on the walls that friendship was built. Sorrys and bows, now are empty, and used up. I have no pain for this, I am better then the snakes that slither from your throat and lungs. Trust is broken, bent and beat for the last time. May the walk into the darkness you seem to be so fond of keep you warm, and safe from what is real, and storyed.

Battle

The rush blade and steal collide in the night, as the men fight for the right to be Master of what they believe right. The slash of flesh forcing screams of pain as belly is splayed open to the dirt below feet. Dancing and around the shields of one another, Hacking, and slashing. The clang, and echoed thumps of metal and heartbeat fill the ear. Roaring crowd blood lusting to for the fall of a titan. Who shall stand before the fallen. Who shall fall and bleed his life for the glory that is the dream of the gods. The dirt is self chokes with flowing life force of the tangled beasts. The sing of the sword, the gore of life spilling before hunger ravaged eyes. Woman expose the sites of the prize to whom ever wins the dance of death. Juice of pussy, cunt, and even cock flow forth upon the ragged stenched ripped body's of battle. Fuck to who go the spoils of victory. SILENCE.

The body lay, chest open, heart slowing, Soul leaving to be part of the next world. The one, stands over the dieing speaking words of love of battle, and the gift of a new world. "Brother, I see you life fade before me, and raise you up to be a new titan in it self." Hell fire sword splits heart in two, only to find it self together again in the world of the dead, where the loss of love is still found, and new love is gained anew.

The Little Death

Cut, slice, cut cut slice! The knife moveing swiftly, flesh splitting and splattering crimson against the wall. Fucking and delving deep into the mind of unknown lustfilled nightmared dreams. The song of the blade screams through the air and biteing into her white pail skin. Ohh the orgasimic sounds that her mouth spits into his face. Words of pain and pleasure mix as her cunt flexing its velvit walls around cock. Fuck deep, fuck hard, Scream into the face of wrong and right. Make the hevens above weep and rain its saroow apon us. Never again will the demons have the power they once did over her mind, body and soul. Writheing bloody bodys slam and fuck, and buck. Need and lust consume the damned who laugh at what is happen to them. Lost in the waters gush from her dripping sex. Her womb fills with the seed of the one who shall never be her demon. Life shatters, Walls crumble and crash to the naked earth. Flesh ripples and bleeds mixing with cum and thick seed only pushing the souls closer to edge of time. Screams and growls of the beasts within come rageing out. Clawing and ripping at everying they are. Tears of fear well in the eyes of each. Where have they just gone, where is it that they go now. They know not. Knowing only one thing. Darkness now, Sleep, whispers of the names of each other on there sweet sweated lips as if chanting to gods. We three are one, and one is three. The shadow stands in the corner with sharp fanged smile as lust drips down her legs as seeing the lovelys sleep the sleep of The Little Death.

Connected As One

The flesh welting under every slap of the hand. Screams of pained pleasure jolt through the body. Breasts blushing from tool and finger, Nipples screech in hardened rage against the abuse. Pussy dripping down naked thigh and tears roll down slapped cheeks. The cracking of crop flogger assaulting clit and flowering lips. Legs spread wide as body betrays soul. Lustful screaming filling the air, bloody crimson over flowing from sliced belly. Throat held, squeezed and ungiveing of air. The orgasm approaches, body writhes under the pained pleasure. Bucking and humping to the air the hips go, ass lifting to take more. Cunt opening and releasing its gushing flow. The bed soaking under body with cum and sweat. The mind fucking it self from the inside out.

The caress of hand to face, loving whispers in the dark. Body's intertwined and molding to be one. Kissing and heavy breath against red flesh. Protective words, and promises storyed in ear. Exchange of loving embrace and tears of joy over throw feelings of pain and confusion. Never letting go, never lieing and always being connected as one.

Wet Dream

Laying softly on her pillows. The silk of her smooth flesh shines in the dim light of the sun seeping through the window. The midnight ocean of hair flows around her face and neck as if protecting from unseen force that lusts for the crimson inside. A soft moan escapes her gentle lips as she dreams of the one who so many times had caressed her soft flesh and caused it to bump under his touch. Her legs open slowly exposing the flower that drips with morning dew, down the smooth flesh of her thighs. The curve of her hips start to roll as the ghost of her dream kisses and loves the opening lips of her pink passion. Pert nipples raise to the touch of the dream ghost touch. Her tongue licks the sweet sweat forming on her lips. Fingers finding the most intimate places of her naked flesh. Body starts to writhe under the pressure of the ghost lover. Waves of lust and passion riptide through her body. Soft smooth bottom lifting into the air grinding into ghost that fills her with its own thick lust. The Velvet walls of her inner sex quiver and shutter in the moment of the little death. Her eyes open the catch a glimpse of the ghost from her dream. The beast slips back into the unknown world, waiting for the chance to please this living art of sexual power again.

No Death

Looking deep into the yellow eyes of the soft beast befor me. I feel his strength wraped around me like a lustful blanket. The grinding of sweet sweat covered dark flesh. The pounding of hearts in rhythm. Flesh on flesh, lust on lust. Hard passions snakeing there way over and around the bodys of rippleing taut skin. The scent of extacy fill the air, as the bodys writh as if trying to become one. The pools of shreded sheets and clothing lay about in a death. The howls and screams of the beast fill the air, shakeing the very existance of reality. Seed fills tight openings and covers soft muscles. The beasts roll into oblivion as the moment hits and nothing, not even death is a matter of fact.

My Shadow Self

I do not understand why I am the way I am. The demand my flesh has for the sting of whip, or the slice of knife. In my mind I see the shadows that smile the smile of wicked and wanton. They know what it is I feel for the pain that makes me lust for life. The words that spuew from the dripping throats of the shadows drive me to want more. The feel of the blade that cuts so deep, that makes my flesh crawl with spider web pain forces my body to writhe and sing. The Crack of the whip sending bolts of lightning up my spine into my skull. My harden cock red with desire, yet my body shakes in fear. Why do I give myself over to the will of another like this shadow in my head, my soul, my life. It is what I am. The shadow is me. Now all I want is the knife, the knife in my hand, I cut, I slice, I give my self over. It pleases me.

CRACK!!

The straps hold me down. I struggle against them, ripping at my flesh, The crimsom from my rist. Growling as I know the punishment that is to come. The CRACK of the whip slays the skin, stinging more then nervs can ever scream. Laughter fills the room from the shadows behind me. CRACK, the whip rips so deep my soul crys out for mercy. The beast in the darkenss links his yellow eyes into mine. CRACK!! The whip forces my eyes well up unable to stop the onslught of the pleasur that the shadow so enjoys. I try to turn my head to look into the shadows, but the beast claws at my face. Hot bleeding marks are left on my cheeks. I ask why, "why do you do this, I have done nothing". The beast only snarles and whispers. "Because we deem it to be so, it is what we want, and it will aways be as we wish. You are our demon, and our demon we must slay from out flesh". I cry as I know they are right, I am the demon of the flesh. My own lust leaks its potent liquid to the floor, as I feel The last CRACK of the whip. "Thank you, for the punishment of my ways and the ways of my past, My I have another"