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Necromantic
by AB-2013 (no address provided)
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A woman's journey into darkness and violence all for
the love of a man. (MMF, nc, rp, v, sn, nec, extreme)
***
I don't really care if I live or die anymore.
When Jon left me I felt it was the final betrayal. I
know that I have a dark personality but I thought sex
would make up for it. I'm pretty and I've always done
even the nastiest thing he ever asked from me.
Jon is an artist; he drew the picture that you see. At
the time I thought he was just kidding when he drew me
in a graveyard, but now I think it's so fitting.
If I live another day I'll be surprised. Over the past
two weeks I've done just about anything I could to die
except take my own life. The catalog of things I've
done would make a great horror movie I think. When you
don't care any longer anything is possible.
Just last night I dressed up in the sluttiest clothes
I could find in my closet (left over from one of Jon's
little fantasy evenings) and walked alone downtown in
back streets waiting for someone to attach me.
Finally I was attached. But it was by two dirty
homeless men and all they did was rape me. It was
almost funny. After they'd grabbed me and ripped my
clothing and fucked me violently they helped me to my
feet and straightened my clothes. One of them even
told me that such a pretty young woman shouldn't be
out on her own so late and in such a bad neighborhood.
As I walked home holding my blouse together and
feeling their sperm running down my thighs I thought
of Jon. That fucking bastard would be sorry if he
could see me now. He'd always been so possessive of
me. He was the jealous type and it bothered him when I
wore mini dresses and guys would look and comment on
my legs. Wouldn't he go crazy if he knew I'd just been
fucked by two dirty old winos.
The night after Jon left me I had gone bar hopping. I
guess I was hoping I might bump into him, that I would
show him I didn't care and I'd give myself to anyone
who wanted me. I envisioned him sitting at a table
while I acted slutty with some strange guys. I even
envisioned going to the restroom with one guy after
another and letting them do whatever they wanted.
That would make him crazy that would make him sorry.
I'd come out with their cum smeared all over my face
and my lipstick all smeared with a loopy smile on my
face. Jon would be disgusted with me, but he wouldn't
be able to help himself, he'd want to take me home and
fuck me violently. I might just even let him.
But what actually happened was that I ended up getting
gangbanged in the restroom by so many men that I'm not
even sure how many there were.
* * *
Jon was such an enthusiastic lover and from time to
time he would get carried away. I remember the time
when he almost strangled me to death. It was several
months after we started having sex and we were all
over the board trying new things, never the same thing
twice.
That day he'd read a news item in the paper about this
guy who was into erotic-asphyxia and he tried it out
on me that night. He grabbed me when we were on our
way to bed and threw me down on the bed. I knew I was
in for something different when he ripped my panties
off and violent thrust into me.
But when he started to squeeze my neck in his fingers
and began fucking me harder and faster I knew what he
was doing. I realized at that moment I wanted him to
kill me, it was such a turn on to me that I began to
struggle silently to make him squeeze harder.
Just before I blacked out the image in my head was of
Jon's heaving body moving above me, my pussy was on
fire from the rough treatment it was receiving from
his thrusting cock and I hadn't been able to take a
breath in several minutes. What I saw was a man
totally into his own intense pleasure, totally not
caring whether I lived or died so long as he got off.
It was the most intense moment in my life to be
totally used that way. I mean to die for someone
else's sexual pleasure, to be their fuck-toy and then
to be discarded once they'd cum in my body and no
longer needed me, well, let me tell you, I came like a
freight train and so did Jon. I lost consciousness, as
my body was still spasming under his. It was just so
intense.
After that we had no limits, we lived on the edge and
did wild things which even included animals and taking
the lives of other people. The one time I remember as
our crowning moment was when we grabbed a woman late
one night and brought her to a prearranged place. We'd
planned this out pretty well.
Jon tied her to the bed while I cut her clothing off.
She was pretty ordinary looking although she did have
a good-looking body. I remember commenting to Jon what
a tight tummy she had and that I thought she had great
looking legs.
We did everything you could imagine to that woman. For
hours we fucked her, masturbated her, and cum on her.
We cut her and finally we killed her. That was the
ultimate, that was the perfect moment, watching the
life leave her, watching her eyes go dull and
lifeless.
I stood back and watched as Jon pounded into her for
the umpteenth time that night. Now was the moment when
he was going to kill her and didn't care how badly he
used her. His grunts of lust and her muffled ones of
pain through the gag were so erotic. It didn't take
long with Jon's big hands wrapped around her neck his
fingers digging deeply into her flesh.
I couldn't help myself I had to be in on it too, so I
moved close and placed one hand on Jon's heaving butt
and the other on one of her breasts and tweaked her
nipple making it stand to attention.
Then Jon groaned as his orgasm exploded and he
frantically strangled the woman in his intense moment
of pleasure. I could see his body jerking as he came
in her and his fingers dug so deeply into her neck
that I think he broke it.
After Jon was done he rolled off her sobbing for
breath. I leaned down to look into her eyes and could
tell she was dead. For some strange reason I envied
her, I wanted to be her. I leaned down and kissed her,
shoving my tongue into her mouth and mashing our lips
together as if she were my lover.
Finally, as I felt my passion dying down I pulled away
from her mouth and looked at her. For no particular
reason I bent down again and bit off her left nipple.
I just snarled and tore it away with my teeth, tasting
the bloody pulp on my tongue, blood dripping down my
chin. Somehow it was a fitting end for me. We had both
used this woman's body for our pleasure and now we
were done with her. It was time to discard her used up
body.
* * *
The next day I realized suddenly that the woman had
probably had friends and family, maybe even a lover
who would miss her, but I soothed my guilty feelings
by telling myself that we'd been in a sexual frenzy
and we couldn't help ourselves. And anyway I'd have
been just as happy if it had been me and not her.
That night had been our panicle of sexual arousal. I
don't know why Jon left me several days later.
He'd made me have sex with the neighbor's German
Shepard the night before, making me first suck the
dog's penis to get it hard and then turning me over so
he could guide it into me from behind.
When the dog's knot finally shrank enough to release
me Jon climbed on me just like the dog had and as the
doggy-cum squished and ran down my inner thighs he
fucking me fast and hard until his body tensed and I
knew he was adding his cum with the dog.
Why did he leave me? Hadn't I done everything he'd
ever asked of me? What was left after Jon? No man
could ever take Jon's place; no man could live up to
my expectations now.
* * *
I heard the clock in the living room dinging 9PM as I
turned the key in the lock and walked down the stairs
of my apartment. Tonight I had a maxi coat on and
nothing else. I was determined that tonight would be
the night.
As I got into the car and started it I glanced at the
crumpled piece of paper I was holding. It was a crude
map for party out in the desert were a gang of
motorcycle freaks where going to cause some trouble. I
shivered in the night air as I imagined what would
happen when I dropped my coat and stood in the middle
of the crowd of troublemakers in all my naked glory.
Yes, tonight would be the night. I hoped.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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