Excerpt-Goregasmic Bliss

(Dungeon Girl 21 by Burt86)

She heard him coming in the darkness.  She felt panic rise in her and she couldn't help but to cry out with fear. She tried to slip the blindfold off just enough to see something, anything, but couldn't.  She was cuffed from the ceiling, feet barely touching the floor. Cold and naked, hanging like a side of beef. She heard the sound of metal scraping against leather, as if a dagger from its sheath.

Too quickly she felt the blade caressing her skin. The cold, hard metal making small cuts. Her muscles tightened and heard her captor's breathing deepen, it's stench reaching her nostrils. She felt him wrap his arms around her as if it were a loving embrace. Then the pain as he bit her, flesh and muscle ripping from her body. His hand began to trace down her back, in between her thighs, she tightened.  This thrilled him even more.

He forced her legs to part and felt her. She was moist. Crouching down on one knee, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of woman and fear. He licked her back as he stood and she couldn't help but feel a small amount of pleasure though she was so frightened. He had heard the soft sigh escaping from her and decided to enjoy her before returning to his work. He licked every inch of her skin, tasting how sweet yet salty she tasted and noticed her flesh warming as well, soft moans escaping from her. He took the gag out of her mouth and sucked out her tongue, playing with it, pretending she was his lover.

She wondered if she knew him, his touch so very gentle now. Possibly it was the boy who lived next door to her, that she had known all her life.  Many times she had caught him peeping in her window and always got a little thrill teasing him acting like she didn't know he was there. Maybe it was he. She would enjoy.

His hands touched and squeezed her breasts with great need. Fingertips circling her nipples and flicking them, then tongue. She heard herself moan and felt the droplets dripping down the inside of her thighs. His mouth tracing down, farther. She thought "Oh God! Yes!" Felt his tongue exploring her and bringing her to the brink. When she orgasmed, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around him. Unzipped and set himself free, slowly entering into her. She moaned, throwing her head back.  He felt huge, almost ripping her open. The slow yet intense strokes intensified by his mouth exploring hers and his leather covered chest rubbing against her breasts. He felt her quaking against him. He thought she was enjoying too much so he rammed into her hard as his nails peeled flesh from her back.

She screamed loudly and he quickly replaced the gag. His pleasure was just beginning. He threw her legs off of him and he dragged the knife around her waist, the red line grew and seeped. He pulled her upon him from the back. Pain searing through her as he took her as deeply as he could.  Her tears began streaming and trying to beg him to stop as she tried to wriggle away from him, futilely. The more she tried to get away the more excited he became and would unleash more pain upon her by making a new cut in her back and ramming harder.

Smelling the fresh blood was driving him to almost loose control of himself, slashing and gnashing like an animal, her screams like music to his ears. A pool of blood was forming, growing larger and larger by the minute; he wanted her to suffer more. She was not pleasing him enough. He took the blade of his dagger and began stabbing it inside of her sweet spot. The pain so intense, she started blacking out.  Each time she did, he would stop and watch her like a scientist watching a lab experiment, nudging her every now and then to try to make her come to again.

He decided to finish for the night, he had work the next morning and it was growing late. He took her in her vagina this time; giving her the most pain he could and keep her conscious. As he orgasmed, he slipped his fingers in to the now traced out seams of her back and peeled it down. The sound of her hide tearing away from muscle was so exquisite. He came even harder at this.  He then rubbed the flesh over his face, drinking from it, smelling the blood and feeling it's warmth pass over his lips.

Stephen then placed a bucket under his beauty. "Mmmm. She is perfect!" he thought to himself. He would have to make this one last as long as he could. He had to learn how to control better, this he knew.  It was not satisfactory for his toys to last such a short length of time; he would have to learn how to prolong his pleasures with each of them. He wondered if he could make them last for even months. Yes, he thought if he could contain himself a bit more, it would be possible to prolong their lives, prolonging not only his pleasure, but their suffering as well.