Hunters [ Bear & nnaasttey ]

[nnaasttey]

Vykon was really beginning to lose his composure now, as his lustful gaze looked down on his pet whore watching her watch him as he crammed cock in her mouth, he knew she wanted more. The streams of tears that trickled down her face said it all, this whore was tough, even more so than he'd initially guessed, able to take his cock in her throat with out giving up her diner, but he was out to press her limits to see how far he could take her. He wanted to humiliate her in front of the entire audience, because he knew the big fish he was trying to catch would be watching; Vykon needed to show him what a filthy slut he had brought for the billionaire to play with.

He snatched her head back to free his cock from the oral vacuum that was her mouth, slobber dripping everywhere, long trails of saliva stretched from her spit glossed lips to his massive penis. He forced her face into his crotch, the fabric of his pants were soaked in the mess her mouth had made slobbering him down. He undid the button on his pants so she could really get her face in his crotch, the pants drooped to his ankles as he crammed her face into his genitals; making the whore smell his musk, he rubbed her face against his sweaty ball-sack smearing the already runny makeup on her face even more. Vykon slapped his fat cock down on her face flinging wet mess everywhere as the man's meat smacked and plopped against her white flesh, he went back and forth whipping her in the face right on her eyes with his cock: left then right, as hard as he could with his penis, then across her face, it was heavy and, girthy and long, it was almost like getting hit with a policeman's night stick. He left marks on her white flesh, red marks as he whale her face with a fat cock to the beat of the music.

"I'm not done with that filthy mouth yet slut," he barked over the noise "I'm going to embarrass you like the wire you really are on your fucking knees cunt!" He forced her to her hands and knees and hunched down in front of her he let go of her gorge golden mane and gripped he with both hands on her throat as he lean over her pushing his weight down, as if he wished to squeeze the life out of her he listen to the sound of her desperate gasp for air and then mercilessly crammed the entire length of his massive member in her mouth, she gurgled and spit was flying from her mouth as air was pushed out from her lungs; pumping until he physically couldn't meet resistance at the start of her asophogus. "You fucking like that stupid whore, hope your fucking affairs are in order because I might just fuck your mouth to death, literally bitch I could fuck you in this filthy cock hole until you die skank!"

Her body fought back the urge many times to spew it all on the floor, as she involuntary retched and retched right there on her hands and knees, a part of him wanted her to; how embarrassing would that be he asked himself, and then the other half of him hoped maybe he'd found the perfect woman who could take the entire length and girth of his shlong even to the point were her jaws were probably about to be ripped open; her teeth grazed him on his cock and small bloody cuts were formIng in the corner of her mouth from being forced so far wide. He could smell the sticky moist build up gathering between her thighs, she was starting to ripen sexully.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

She could see it in his eyes - the monster that was inside him, barely veiled by his ask of humanity. She could see the lack of compassion, the lack of emotions, the... General lack of. Eva knew those eyes, loved those eyes, worshiped them practically. They were the eyes of someone already dead on the inside, capable of the worst atrocities and the most fun. They were the eyes of the man that she was feeling the first small buds of emotion for, though it was stunted and weak.

There was a loss in her chest when he pulled his vicious member from her mouth, her body coughing involuntarily as she struggled to find a ragged breath. She found it as he shoved her face into his now exposed crotch, forcing her to breathe deep of his masculine musk, a scent that drove her baser side wild. The wet had returned to between her legs, her body craving to make the room smell of their musks entwined, of passionate sex and the sharper tang of blood. She fought the urge to bite at him, to draw blood and claim him, but only barely.

Her lover continued his assault - a new line of attack that while wasn't painful, was degrading beyond belief. But instead of feeling ashamed in permitting to be smacked in the face with his brutal length, she took pride in being the one that was permitted to have him. Each hit made her eyes flinch from instinct, but her lips were murmuring more, each time a soft and whispered, "Thank you," that while wasn't audible to the crowd, was certainly visible when the assaults ceased and she stared at him with adoration.

He had chosen his pet well, as she was more than eager to play his submissive in their dance, her body willingly going down onto her hands and knees. Before he choked off her airway, she was able to choke out her request, "Take me, master. I'm yours." It sounded like a plea, her body craving him, wanting him more than she had ever desired before. She wanted him more than she felt the urge to hunt, wanted him more than she had wanted to lay in the blood of the dead.

He was her new hunt.

Vykon's newer position was testing the limits of her body's physical endurance, her lungs aching for air and her body fighting against the urge to vomit. She could feel his cock ramming deep into her mouth, her stomach clenching and chest locking as it tried to empty its contents. Poor thing wasn't aware that she was already empty, heaving up nothing and only causing her throat to restrict around her lover's cock.

The tears were flowing freely now, her cheeks red as her body fought for oxygen, nostrils flaring as she took what sparse breaths she could through the nose to prevent from passing out. Even still, her vision was starting to dance and her head was spinning, black dots starting to sparkle in front of her eyes. But she fought it, best that she could, keeping her vision still locked onto Vykon as if he were the only thing that were in existence, her aching jaws screaming for freedom.

And Vykon was the last thing that she saw before the fight was over, her body physically unable to take the lack of oxygen anymore, the fight going lax as it did its best to conserve what it could of her mind. Eva went limp as her vision went black, a wet gag coming from her throat as everything relaxed. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't a participant in their dance at the moment either.

 

[nnaasttey]

He stared down at her limp body spent and exhausted from the brutal face fucking she had just received, the ravenous crowd around them looked on and became more and more aroused sexually by the carnal display they had all just witnessed; the DJ dropped a crowd stirring techno beat which sent them all into a frenzy as the drug induced hormone intense dance floor broke out into a wild sex orgy. People tore off their clothes and began to clamor for each other like a lustful hive of killer bees attacking a intruder, except they stung with cocks and dildos. They began to rip his pets dress from her unconscious body; he watched in pure ecstasy as their sweaty hands groped her, and salivating mouths licked her sweaty flesh, two other pets began to make out with Elizabeth sticking their tongues down her throat, he watched in carnal lust as one pet, a young red headed female in leather corset swaped spit with Elizabeth as another pet, a blonde Asian male pulled the ginger away from Elizabeth to take his turn; Vykon's keen eyes noticed him push a mouthful of pink pills into Elizabeth's mouth, then he held her mouth agape as the ginger girl spat a large wad of saliva into her mouth so the pills would make their way down her throat, then they both rubbed her neck to help massage the drugs down so she could digest them.

Vykon's cock was still rock hard as he watched the crowd violate her mercilessly, he grasped it in his palm a stroked himself vigirously to stay stimulated, while the those around him of became lost in an uncontrollable lust, given over to their most primal and debauched desires, he wanted to join in the fun but maintained his composure yet again as a pale skinned, raven haired Dominatrix approached his pet Elizabeth, large horse cock in hand, she knelt down to the girl, kicking back the other pets that were swarming around her body. She violently shoved the enormous dildo into Elizabeth's soaking wet pussy, giving her the whole length until it would not penetrate her any deeper, then she pulled out and heaved the large fuck tool back into her pussy, raping her with the horse cock viciously as those who were gathered around watched and assisted, propping Elizabeth's ass in the air so that the Dominatrix had a good angle to violate her fuck hole as deep as possible. After a good 4 or 5 deep thrust a man approached Vykon; his name was Viktor Troski, a wealthy tech-giant from Russia, and Vykon's true prey for the evening. The middle aged man whispered into Vykon's ear and what he said made Elizabeth's owner's eye light up like a big city night sky would on new years eve with fireworks. He grinned and then yanked her body hard with the leash pulling her away from the gigantic horse dildo, which her tight vaginal trap had clung to like a leather glove wrapped around a fist. Once they cleared the crowd they all backed away, and then he dragged her corpse like body around like a human sized rag doll, following behind Mr. Troski down to the private chamber into the basement.

Down in the private chambers Troski had set up a medieval style X shaped bdsm restraint made of wood lined with 9/16 length iron spikes all along the face of the device and metal vice clamps screwed into it at the base and top; Troski's pets, the same two from the dance floor who slipped Elizabeth drugs, a strapping young Asian boy about 22, muscular yet toned and blonde, assisted the ginger of about 18 years if age, as they clamped Elizabeth into the BDSM Cross. Her naked fleshed pressed hard against the spikes as they dug into her perfectly white skin, pricking her, there had to be over a 100 tiny prongs, drawing blood from her body; you could see it trickling down her still unconsciously limp arms and thighs, leaving thin traces of red lines, the blood have her body stripes like some kind of S&M zebra. The cold harsh metal vices crushed her wrist and ankle bones, clamping her into the wooden crucifix; she was completely stretched out mimicking the X shape, nude and vulnerable, her once ideal body, a picture of perfection, now scared and bruised from being handled so roughly, and this was just the beginning. He couldn't wait for her to wake up and see the look on her face, would it be a look of fear or would she be thinking something else. The hunt was officially on, his prey was trapped in a confined space with sound proof walls and no one outside knowing what was about to happen inside.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

In her 'sleep,' Eva dreamed of nothing. It was a total black out in her mind as her body struggled for oxygen, which her now free mouth was able to give. She was blissfully unaware of the violations, of the torture both sexual and non as her master, the man she had dutifully served drug her harshly as if she were nothing more than just a fuck toy for his amusement. Her side was scraped viciously where the floor had burned her, and the prices against her skin only added to the mix.

She was coming to as the familiar smell of blood filled her nostrils, unaware that it was her own trickling from her nose. The tang of it filled her mouth, trickling into the hollows to touch her tongue and drop lazily from her luscious lower lip. She groaned, her first true movement to lick her lips clean like precious water had been dripped there. Her eyes fluttered open lazily and the world spun, doubles of everyone visible as she tried to get her bearings.

The first thing her eyes locked onto was Vykon, her brows furrowing slowly as she fought to turn the duo into a solo. Her stomach rolled wetly as she concentrated, finding it harder and harder to keep her attention on him. Her head lifted, then fell back hard against the spikes, bringing a noise from her similar to a moan of pleasure. Blood seeped into her blond hair as she leaned her head back forward, testing the mobility in her body, which was very limited.

"The... Fuck?" She didn't have any elegant words at this point, her mind too fuzzy to truly form anything. Had this all been a ruse? She could see it now, how stupid she had been. This wasn't a hunt. This was revenge. Anger boiled in her, a silent rage that cleared her mind enough for her to form a more coherent sentence. "If you think... That this will stop me... You are sorely mistaken." The words felt heavy in her mouth, and her speech was slurred.

Her hands clenched into fists slowly and she pressed herself almost lovingly against the cross of spikes, arching into it like a cat so that fresh blood sprang anew and covered her. "This... Is nothing." She laughed, her gaze back on Vykon though it made everything else spin. "This is just foreplay for what I'm going to do to you, darling."

She had spent the last bit of the rage filled energy, her body going almost limp on her cross. She wasn't unconscious, but her body wasn't capable of much from the mixture of drugs and blood loss. Even still, she was moving slightly, her wrists mostly working in small motions, cuts that brought more blood... And blood was the best lubrication. Her demon was still alive, but biding its time until she could slip her wrist free.

 

[nnaasttey]

When Vykon's pet awakened she wasn't scared but furious, and to his surprise not as broken as he assumed she might be; it was refreshing to feel the raw emotion, to witness her rage and the power if her spirit. He nailed it with this one, maybe she was the partner in crime he'd been seeking for so long to enjoy his hunts with, but if she thought this was far from over she had another thing coming; her time to retaliate was far from coming, he still had more juice to squeeze from this fruit.

Vykon stood back toward the edge of the room, palm camera in hand, focus fixed on capturing the moment. He wasaid there to document her destruction as asked by Mr. Troski; the violation of her humanity and the torture: mentally, physically, and emotionally. She was absolutely helpless in this moment, but he knew she would be constantly thinking of a way to break loose and get in on the action, and get her taste of the brutality.

"This is indeed an amazing specimen you've brought here tonight Mister Gaston, you never disappoint do you, I'm impressed..." Troski circled his newest play thing walking around her stretched out body, hoisted in such an excruciating manor on her cross; situated right in the middle of the room on solid concrete which sloped in from the four corners to a metal drain. The wooden cross was attached to a gear, a fixed to a metal rod that protruded down from the ceiling, he stopped behind her out of sight and then ordered his female pet to join him, "...Stand here Steele and when I tell you to, turn the cunt upside down," then he undid her chastity contraption, tossing it to the floor, the girl knew what he wanted; she leaned against the crossed supporting her hands on the back side of it and offered her ass to him. Troski pulled at a jeweled orb which was nestled in side her ass. A long rod began to slowly become dislodged, it was a wet messy thing, a black rubber rod he'd tucked inside her for safe keeping, and training purposes, covered in juices; it made the most seductively repulsive sound, a sticky-squishy like sound, like when you step into mud with rubber boots. It drove Vykon mad with lust to hear it

Troski, all 300 plus pounds of him, walked his way toward Elizabeth, holding the thing he'd just pulled out the young girls ass hole close to his face, smelling the putrid stench of her soiled inside, it was covered in a mess of bodily fluids and remnants of her stopped up bowl movements. Troski took in a deep wiff, and tasted it with a flick of his tongue "Nothing taste quite as good as virgin ass, care for a taste darling?" Troski flopped the rubber phallus around in her face trying to rub Elizabeth's face in it, he got real close and grabbed her by that gorgeous lock of hair and beat her in the face with the toy, whaling on her several times, as hard as he could like a chef tenderizing a juicy cut of meat. The sound of flesh on rubber echoed loudly in the room as bright red marks appeared on her beautiful face, he flogged her viciously until his fat ass was out of breath, heaving and gasping for air. Vykon zoomed in during the beating to catch a close up, her face was smeared with the pinkish-red ooze from his female pets ass and what ever else was on the assault weapon.

"Look how mush prettier you are now, that flawless white flesh is boring, I like you more with some blues, and reds, and purples; it really brightens things up---don't you think Gaston?" The man looked back at the camera smiling a twisted smile of crooked teeth," he motioned to his pet, the male, to come toward him and then kneel down on all fours. The boy was young, but well built, and very muscular. Trosky was short and fat, he needded something to stand on so he could tower over Elizabeth and even then he wasn't that much taller, "I think I'll add some more color to your entire body, what do you think darlin, would you like that, hmmmm?" He took his black boots and crammed it into her naval almost losing his balance as he pressed her back against the prongs lined along the face of her cross, making them dig into her more.

"Turn her now!" The cross started to rotate, changing the orientation of Trosky'c human canvas so that he could paint her brutally in purple, and red, and blue all across her mid section and thighs, and so the blood would rush to her head, quickening the effects of the drugs. "Where do I paint first, stomach or legs...."

"Stomach" Vykon offered, "Give her a nice reddish-purple stomach Trosky."

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Eva's eyes were half-open as Trosky made his show of flaunting himself, though she had to admit he was no more intimidating than a chihuahua would have been to a doberman. The pitiful man didn't understand that he was puppy taunting a caged tigress. She might have been caged at the moment, but he would suffer greatly should she get free. Her eyes followed him as he moved over to his little bitch, lips forming a hard, thin line.

She could feel her stomach turning, the pills rolling about in her stomach contents as he pulled the disgusting toy from the woman. He brought it back over to her, waving it in her face. It reeked of shit and unwashed cunt, showing that the woman didn't care for herself as well as she ought to. Her stomach rolled again as he slapped her with it, her cheeks bruising easily as he beat her mercilessly.

Her lips pulled back slowly, her stomach tensing and moving upwards towards her chest. She forced it again, then again, and again. It was less than a minute later that she brought her own attack - vomiting. Her refuse was mostly stomach acid, but the pills had turned it from its normal yellow color to a pink, small bits of the last broken pieces stuck in it. She grinned then, her dead eyes watching as the man beat her.

The only noise that came from her was a low grunt each time he struck her, her stomach clenching to ease the blow against her. She was toned enough that it decreased the painful impact, but still bruised her quite awfully. She felt the betrayal from her lover more than she felt the pitiful blows from Troski, her eyes looking past her assailant at the man with the camera. Her eyes had become dead again, but there was a threat communicated there - should she get loose, Troski wasn't the only one on her list.

Next was the worst of it, the room spinning horribly as she was turned over to be upside down. Blood trickled back up her arms from her wounds, making her fingertips drip and the blood rush to her head. She struggled to find her center again, breathing wildly. The drugs were having a bad mix, a tangle of voices playing an awful orchestra in her mind.

The worst of it was the voice of her father, a deeper voice that whispered to her, 'Take it all you dirty whore'. Take it all. Take it all. Images flashed in her face of the disgusting triangle of pubes as the man had shoved his cock down her throat, had violated her before she had ever been able to have a true innocence. The voice played in her head again, insistent now, demanding. Take it all. TAKE IT ALL.

TAKE.

IT.

ALL.

The humiliation and the torture were not what broke her, even the sexual degradation was not what broke her. What broke her was the drugs, the effects of which were starting to ramp her up. Her rage had turned into the only thing fuelling her, pumping power into her body and making her breathing become ragged and more like panting. Her eyes were becoming quite aware, wide with hunger and animal ferocity.

The human was gone.

Eva felt something pop, possibly break as she wrenched suddenly hard at her wrist restraints, managing to pull her hands free with only damage to her left wrist. Her grin turned wide, eyes wild as she sprang to sudden life.

The tigress was free.

Her stomach tensed and brought her up, much like the sit-ups she did on a daily basis, her hands reaching up to grasp the fat man's face as if she were going to kiss him passionately. Though her left hand was compromised, her right hand was strong as ever, nails digging into skin as she drug him down to meet her hungry mouth.

Or rather, drug his throat down.

Her teeth met skin over his esophagus, crunching down and through his tender, fat flesh and into the cartilage. There was a noise similar to a growl as she ripped her head side-to-side like a dog, wrenching a large amount of flesh and veins from his body before she fell back willingly against the cross. It pierced her again, but she had her prize - a mouthful of flesh. There was pride in her face as she grasped that piece like an apple, pulling it from her mouth to inspect before gnawing off a smaller hunk, swallowing it slowly.

"Odd... You don't taste like bacon, fat man."

 

[nnaasttey]

Vykon couldn't take his eyes away from the gruesome action on the screen on the palm camera, it happened so fast, one minute Elizabeth was a lifeless corpse being beaten mercilessly by Trosky, the next minute she had slipped her slender wrist from the restraints and sprang up to take a mouthful of Trosky's fat flubberous neck with her bare teeth. Who the fuck was this woman, honestly. It was the most monstrously, barbaric, cringe-worthy act he'd ever seen a creature as beautiful as Elizabeth ever perform; Vykon was astonished. He let out a deep, secret moan to himself, and grunted primal sounds of carnal desire as he watched the whole thing unfold before him.

"Yes my pet---YES, YOU WILD FUCKING BEAST! RIP HIS FAT FUCKING NECK OFF! Devour him!" He yelled unable to contain his passion any longer.

The two servants of Trosky made for the exit quick, but not quick enough, his hands were like lighting; before they could undo the heavy latch to the door Vykon let fly two small daggers, aimed precisely toward the achilles heel of both would be escapees, effectively immobilzing them. Then he quickly turned his attention back to Elizabeth. Putting down the camera he slowly moved toward her, breathing slow, measured, breaths; Vykon was mesmerized by her savagery and strength, and cautious too. He stopped just out of her range, he stared down at Trosky, the fat fuck was barely alive sucking desperately for oxygen through the gapping hole in his neck. He glanced back her then back to Trosky, "I don't usually say this but---Ho-Lee--Shit....That was absolutely sublime darling, I honestly didn't think you would be able to pull it off from there..." Vykon didn't take his eyes off Elizabeth as he made his way to the crank to bring her right side up, then came back around to the front and stared at her.

"I'm going to undo your feet restraints, and then we are going to have a talk..." inhale, exhale"...."if you try and attack me, which I understand why you might want to, but try and keep your emotions in check, because if you try and attack me, I warn you, I will not hold back...Just listen to what I have to say...." he reached down carefully and slowly, to unscrew the clamps hoping that she didn't attack him.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Even as he encouraged her, Eva was a creature lost to her more basic instincts to hunt and kill. The flesh was hot and thick in her mouth, dripping blood up her cheeks and soiling her hands in his fluids. The flavor was delightful, raw and fatty like any good meat ought to be. But it was higher in fat that most foods she ate and turned her stomach, making her released her prize and let it drop into the floor with a heavy wet plop.

Eva was still practically foaming at the mouth as Vykon approached her and turned her back the correct way, her body able to stabilize slowly as the blood began to return to its normal routine. Her porcelain skin was just a few shades lighter now though, and dark circles were starting to show beneath her eyes. Blood loss was having its effect on her, and the adrenaline pumping through her veins could only do do much.

The beast watched him as he slowly unfastened her ankles, the sudden lack of support making her hit the floor with a soft thud. Her arms were shaking, weakened from exertion and lack of good blood. Eva's back was a mess, blood soaking every inch of her and deep, angry gashes still oozing slowly. Her hair was matted in places, stuck together in thick red dread locks. But her eyes were still quite alive, her body forcing herself closer to her still gurgling victim.

"Stop making that noise." The words were a harsh whisper, her hand forming a fist the crunched down the last of his windpipe. She leaned over him then, mildly curious as he struggled for the last of his air, fat face seeming to swell and turn blue, then purple. His last breath came as a rattling exhale, his body going limp. Eva searched the dead man's pockets until she found a cloth to wipe her face with, shoving the dirtied thing into the dead man's mouth.

Eva hadn't acknowledged her betrayer yet, forcing herself onto her own unsteady feet first. Her right hand assessed the damages to her left, which had started to swell horribly and turn purple.

"Whatever you wish to discuss, say it quick before i bleed out." She said finally, letting her left arm hang limp at her side.

 

[nnaasttey]

She was equal parts beauty and beast, and she was more beautiful to him now, ragged and blood soaked, unkempt and dissolved; raw and her most primal self.

"I brought you here to see if I was right about you, I had a suspicious hunch but I had to know for sure; If you were the delicate flower you pretended to be, or were you actually THIS---" all the while he explained himself, Vykon moved closer toward her; heart pounding, racing, about to explode from his chest, until he was closr enough to reach out and grab her face. He was willing to risk what ever she might do to him in retaliation, because after watching her eat that man alive he could not resist any more "----You are a craven---bloodthirsty--- ANIMAL----" he took charge of her body, pulling her battered and bruised face toward his, planting thirsty lips on her open mouth; the desire to taste the blood on her lips was undeniable, he whipped his tongue around hers, mixing blood and spit together inside her mouth, and then sucked her taste organ between his lips, flicking it with his own; swallowing the thick mixture of fluids down his throat after savoring the delicious flavor, it's viscous texture. Vykon had crossed over, the cool, collected, composed man he was a moment ago had dissappeared, the Demon in him was alive and aroused by all the carnage. He broke away from her mouth, not because he was finished, but because he needed oxygen

".....NO! You are much more than that!..." He licked her face, ingesting more of her kill's blood into his mouth, "...More malificent!..." Vykon could not get enough of the delectible flavor on his palette "....More ravenous!..." He lapped her wounds almost intimately as his hands clutched around her neck "....More, Ravishing...Animal doesn't do you justice, you are moreDepraved, you are a SUCCUBUS he kissed her one last time letting his lips linger before he broke away, stepping back, to removr his clothes, revealing his raging erection.

"And I want to fuck you---Even if it, Kills you!" Vykon's eyes widened, he couldn't resist her any longer, he swooped her off her feet and laid her down on the dead fat man's, blood stained belly.

Vykon pryed her legs opened to reveal her treasure, it was a tight, pink, package with two fat meaty outer lips that concealed everything that hide inside, he couldn't see a thing until he spread her tuat pink clasp open with his middle and fore fingers. This was even after she had been violated earlier by that massive horse dido up stairs; he couldn't believe how bound her opening was, just thinking about her constricting around his massive schlong gave him shudders. Vykon dove in, sucking and licking his pet's forbidden folds, running his mouth over her entire lower region, he gobbled her up, nipping and drawing her precious luscious, pink, privates into his greedy mouth. Vykon wanted her wet enough to slide right in, because he was even bigger than the massive horse dido which she had been violated with on the dance floor.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The steady breathing was doing nothing to calm Vykon down, his face showing his excitement as he lavished her with compliments. He was talking near nonsense about testing her, praising how well she had managed to suffer through what she had been through and still come out alive. A delicate flower, he had called her. Yes, delicate seeming enough until she drew back her lips and feasted on the flesh of the damned.

She could feel her body temperature lower as he spoke, her eyes straining again to concentrate, to stay conscious. It wasn't until his mouth met hers did she find life again, though perhaps not what he would have wanted. Her good hand clenched, balling up into a rather decent right hook onto his jaw. The pain shot down her arm, causing some wounds that had stopped bleeding to start again. But the hit had been only one, the hand hungry on his flesh now as he continued his sexual assault on her. Her mouth was eager, wanting and tasting him as much as he did her.

As he pulled back again, she struggled to keep her balance, sighing softly as his tongue picked at her wounds, tasting her blood and cleaning her skin in small streaks. Her own tongue licked at her lips, hungry for him again. When he kissed her again, she had become insatiable, her tongue probing his mouth and seeking the taste of her own life force. She groaned softly against his lips, biting them harshly, though nothing in comparison to what she had done to the fat man. She was capable of so so much more.

The room spun as he lifted her, easing her down onto the cooling corpse of her assailant. His fingers were hungry on her, spreading open her sex to expose her. There was no fight in her except the fight to stay alive, her head relaxing back before the darkness at the edges of her vision threatened to close in on her completely. His tongue was a skillful thing between her legs, licking and teasing her body into a hot and wet arousal. Unlike when she had been violated before, this time she craved it. Her teeth bit her lower lip and she made a desperate move - she slammed her left wrist against the floor, a small crack coming from the joints. But it was enough to bring energy back into her body, to remind it that there was still fight left.

Her head lifted and her lips pulled back, right hand reaching down to grasp a rough fistful of his delicious red hair. She snatched him, pulling him up to her lips, her mouth forcing upon him with a desperate need. When she let go of his mouth, she was fighting breathlessness, "Fuck me God damn it." It wasn't a suggestion, but a command, her nails digging into his scalp harshly. "I'm not dying with only one taste of your cock to keep me happy in hell."

 

[nnaasttey]

The steady breathing was doing nothing to calm Vykon down, his face showing his excitement as he lavished her with compliments. He was talking near nonsense about testing her, praising how well she had managed to suffer through what she had been through and still come out alive. A delicate flower, he had called her. Yes, delicate seeming enough until she drew back her lips and feasted on the flesh of the damned.

She could feel her body temperature lower as he spoke, her eyes straining again to concentrate, to stay conscious. It wasn't until his mouth met hers did she find life again, though perhaps not what he would have wanted. Her good hand clenched, balling up into a rather decent right hook onto his jaw. The pain shot down her arm, causing some wounds that had stopped bleeding to start again. But the hit had been only one, the hand hungry on his flesh now as he continued his sexual assault on her. Her mouth was eager, wanting and tasting him as much as he did her.

As he pulled back again, she struggled to keep her balance, sighing softly as his tongue picked at her wounds, tasting her blood and cleaning her skin in small streaks. Her own tongue licked at her lips, hungry for him again. When he kissed her again, she had become insatiable, her tongue probing his mouth and seeking the taste of her own life force. She groaned softly against his lips, biting them harshly, though nothing in comparison to what she had done to the fat man. She was capable of so so much more.

The room spun as he lifted her, easing her down onto the cooling corpse of her assailant. His fingers were hungry on her, spreading open her sex to expose her. There was no fight in her except the fight to stay alive, her head relaxing back before the darkness at the edges of her vision threatened to close in on her completely. His tongue was a skillful thing between her legs, licking and teasing her body into a hot and wet arousal. Unlike when she had been violated before, this time she craved it. Her teeth bit her lower lip and she made a desperate move - she slammed her left wrist against the floor, a small crack coming from the joints. But it was enough to bring energy back into her body, to remind it that there was still fight left.

Her head lifted and her lips pulled back, right hand reaching down to grasp a rough fistful of his delicious red hair. She snatched him, pulling him up to her lips, her mouth forcing upon him with a desperate need. When she let go of his mouth, she was fighting breathlessness, "Fuck me God damn it." It wasn't a suggestion, but a command, her nails digging into his scalp harshly. "I'm not dying with only one taste of your cock to keep me happy in hell."

As if Vykon needed permission from her to do what he was about to do, Elizabeth was eager and horny, begging, no demanding he fuck her now. The intensity of the moment kept ratcheting up as the suspense built until he slide inside her. Their naked bodies rubbing and melding as the blood of Elizabeth's fallen victim smeared all over them; in the the background, Trosky's dumb slaves screamed in agonizing pain as they suffered from their mortal wounds unable to escape. Vykon stared into her eyes and locked lips once more before he spread her legs far and wide as they would go before they snapped off her hip, opening her groin up so that she could receive him completely.

" I hope you're ready for this...."

Cylon plunged the total girth and lenght of enormity into her tightly restricted wall, but it wasn't easy, the head of his penis met with resistance against her outer labia, but Vykon forced his was in. Her milky trap swallowed his cock inches by inch as he delve deeper into snare, he could feel the inner walls of her vsgina expanding, stretching, ripping and his schlong was only half way in. He felt like his penis was rearrange her inside out, Vykon could feel her body quake, notice her muscles clenching, it fueled his passion knowing that he was ripping her apart, he was a sadist in every sense of the word.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHRRRR---" Vykon unleased a primal scream; more like roar, his vamperic nature which he usually hide so well was unable to be controlled during sex, he sounded liked a beast.

" YES, FUCK YES---feel my cock deep inside your cunt, whore, I will make you cum many times over under the power of my cock, if you don't perish first!" He kept pushing and pushing far as he could and when he felt that her pussy had no more room to give, he only pressed harder pinning her legs down with his mighty grip he put his entire force Dien on her, he could tell that the fat man's corpse beneath them was being crushed, he heard the bones crack and break under the weight of them.

Vykon was just getting started, now that he had stretched her cunt out some be started to pull out rotating his hips until his tip was just about to pop from her pussies opening, then he slammed right back into her a little more than half way continuing that motion as he grunted over her, he knew thathat it would take time before he could fit the whole thing in, all 23inches.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

If Eva thought she had been ready, she was quite sorely mistaken. Vykon was a vicious creature and more so when he was in the midst of lust, his cock a frightful thing that wasn’t to be taken lightly. For the size of him, she may as well have been a virgin in comparison. She could feel the tremble of excitement in her body at the prospect of taking something so large into herself, not only because it would be their first union as a ‘couple,’ but because it would be the largest man she’d ever been with. The hunger in her had changed, moving from the bloodlusting cunt that she had been to a sexually aroused beast.

He brought out all of the horribly delightful primal traits she strove to push back down deep into her body, and it was so good to let her demons free from their closets. Her sex was unwilling at first against him, not because she didn’t desire him, but because his girth was almost too large to fit. He was uncaring in that aspect, forcing the head into her body with a rough thrust of his hips. The wet walls gave way around him, though gripped the sides terribly tight as if embracing him in the hug of a lover.

Her jaw clenched and she struggled against the pain of being stretched to her limit and then some, her walls shivering around him as they struggled to accommodate his size. Her vision was fading again, and this time she was letting it, her body relaxing for a moment before she fought back against passing out. The pain was immense, the added pressure on her hips only pushing her body to its absolute limits of endurance. And even still he plunged inside of her.

Vykon’s words were lost to her mind, which in itself was lost to the side of her that wasn’t human, but an animal that was dying to have its basic need of Hunt fulfilled. Her head rolled back, limp but still conscious as she let out a chest-deep groan of pleasure, the sound more like a death rattle than anything else. She was dangling by a string, her mind somewhere in limbo between awake and dead as her body enjoyed and feared him, lusted and agonized beneath him.

And even still, she desired more of him.

 

[nnaasttey]

If Eva thought she had been ready, she was quite sorely mistaken. Vykon was a vicious creature and more so when he was in the midst of lust, his cock a frightful thing that wasn’t to be taken lightly. For the size of him, she may as well have been a virgin in comparison. She could feel the tremble of excitement in her body at the prospect of taking something so large into herself, not only because it would be their first union as a ‘couple,’ but because it would be the largest man she’d ever been with. The hunger in her had changed, moving from the bloodlusting cunt that she had been to a sexually aroused beast.

He brought out all of the horribly delightful primal traits she strove to push back down deep into her body, and it was so good to let her demons free from their closets. Her sex was unwilling at first against him, not because she didn’t desire him, but because his girth was almost too large to fit. He was uncaring in that aspect, forcing the head into her body with a rough thrust of his hips. The wet walls gave way around him, though gripped the sides terribly tight as if embracing him in the hug of a lover.

Her jaw clenched and she struggled against the pain of being stretched to her limit and then some, her walls shivering around him as they struggled to accommodate his size. Her vision was fading again, and this time she was letting it, her body relaxing for a moment before she fought back against passing out. The pain was immense, the added pressure on her hips only pushing her body to its absolute limits of endurance. And even still he plunged inside of her.

Vykon’s words were lost to her mind, which in itself was lost to the side of her that wasn’t human, but an animal that was dying to have its basic need of Hunt fulfilled. Her head rolled back, limp but still conscious as she let out a chest-deep groan of pleasure, the sound more like a death rattle than anything else. She was dangling by a string, her mind somewhere in limbo between awake and dead as her body enjoyed and feared him, lusted and agonized beneath him.

And even still, she desired more of him.

Her deafening moan was music to his ears. Her body admitting defeat, he knew that she would be his forever soon enough. He would end her life as he did some many others in the past, during sex, the most primal of all experiences, next to killing ones prey; and I guess you could say why this was so intoxicating for him, because it combined the two most carnal things in this earth into one exciting joy ride for him. Sadly, often the ride didn't last long enough, and that is why he tried to wait longer this time than he ever had before. Vykon really took his time for this hunt because he wanted it to last. He knew he could have fucked her sooner but the sooner he did the faster shed die, like all the others, or so he had initially thought. However, she was different. In her condition, he would have given her a minute, 3 tops; but they were, or rather he was going on 10 minutes and he had crammed almost half his monstrous cock into her tight little snatch, and still she hadn't killed over yet. He was perplexed. But also enraged and driven even deeper into his lust. How dare she defy him and deny him his ultimate pleasure. She just kept moaning and moaning, louder and louder, we're others would be lifeless and silent, she was not, and so he plunged inside her over and over with more abandon, except this time when his penis met with resistance from her insides, at the boundaries of her vagina's walls, he didn't stop and pull back out, instead he pushed harder, and deeper tearing at her pink puffy walls. His mighty cock slashed fresh wounds in her like a piercing spear, he could not only feel her give way inside, but he smelled the aroma of newly drawn blood. Vykon slowly drew back his hips and pulled out his massive schlong, he wanted to see her blood coating his cock, and to taste it. Hr rubbed a hand around his hard as a rock cock, and locked the blood from his palm. It tasted delicious. And he knew that he'd want to go even deeper.

"I don't know if you can hear me wench, but I'm pleased and shocked that you've survived this long in that condition, I'll admit I was a bit concerned that if I really gave you a good fucking from the beginning, I'd have killed you instantly, but now I'm must admit that I'm both excited and disappointed that you didn't die, so now I feel challenged to kill you with this cock whore, and I promise you'll going to wish you had already."

Vykon flipped her other to fuck the bitch doggy style, putting her face down into the dead corpse beneath them, with her as up. The perfect position from him to get even deeper, and make her cum. There was nothing like making a bitch scream in both agony and ecstasy as you take her life with your cock.

Vykon took hold of her neck for support with one hand really pressing her face into the bloody carcass that served as their marriage bed, as he violently "consumated" there bond for the evening. A marriage of sorts, he thought wouldn't last longer than the next few breaths. Slapping his cock head on her clit her ordered her to look alive, and to come back into consciousness, he wanted her to not just lie there, but be present for her own destruction. He rubbed the hood of her clit with the entire length of his cock, toying with her.

"I SAID WAKE UP BITCH!" He pinned her arms behind her with the hand not clutching her neck, and pressed them into the small of her back, creating a nice arch in her back, listing her ass up more. He slid just the tip of his cock back between her silky smooth slits, and paused...

"NOW,Tell me how bad you want me to punish you with this COCK, BITCH!"