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Beach Babes on Dinosaur Island, Chapter 4: Deep Waters Run Deadly

by Callous Thunderstorm

Synopsis: This is an extreme pulp-horror story about a group of beach babes who get stranded and must fight for survival on an island populated by dinosaurs.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING

The following chapter contains: consensual sex, noncon, action, violence, gore, vore, death by nothosaurus.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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The jungle gets denser, and I'm wary for traps now. I spend all my time cutting vines as Raven prowls around the edge of the remaining ten girls like a herding dog. She doesn't let any of them get more than a few feet from someone else. So I don't get any chance to ask her the questions queuing up in my head.

I don't know how far it is to where we saw the smoke. Five miles? Ten miles? I hope it isn't more; we don't have any food or clean water.

I stop and wave the girls back. All are covered in sweat, their bikinis and hair clinging to their bodies, eyes downcast.

Raven jogs forward. "Oh no," She presses a hand to her mouth. "No no no no no!"

The dead man is strapped to a tree. He's naked except for a loincloth, his dark skin covered in swirling patterns of white chalk.

"Raven, we're not alone out here. Somebody did this. Somebody killed him and left his body strapped to a tree. Now is the time to come clean, Raven. What do you know?"

Raven stares at the dead man for a long moment, and then she says. "Yes, I've been to this island before. Obviously. And I know the villagers. But this isn't their handiwork. See the nylon rope binding his hands and legs? The villagers here don't have nylon rope."

"Are you sure?" I ask, peering around the man to see his hands bound behind the tree. "Maybe you left it here the last time you were on this island? Or they traded for it?"

"No, I'm careful. And I should be the only one who knows about this island."

Suddenly, the man's eyes pop open. He looks at me and babbles something in a language that sounds Polynesian; I think I can make out the word, "invaders." And then he sees Raven and goes quiet. After a moment, he says one word in a voice filled with quiet awe.

"Hina,"

He repeats the word again more loudly. Then he says it a third time very softly, his eyes watering. Raven reaches out and touches his forehead. The man's body slumps and he does not move again.

I look from the dead man to Raven. "That man knew you, Raven. That word he called you - it's the name of the moon goddess on many Polynesian islands. Why would he call you the Moon Goddess? Who are you?"

She looks up at me. For a moment, I see through to the scared girl behind her fierce facade. "I'm not their moon goddess. I'm just a girl who's had one too many bad experiences."

Then she turns back to the body, all business again.

"Help me take down the body. We don't want to panic the girls."

We take him down and I manhandle the corpse into a dense thicket. "He said something else. What was it?"

"He said invaders came and killed many of the men of the village and took their... cattle." Her mouth sets into a thin line.

"Someone has invaded my island, Flynn. *My* island. I'm not their goddess, but I feel a sense of responsibility to these people. Someone is killing them and we need to protect them."

I nod. "Ok. Let's get moving then. How far is it to the village? Maybe we can make it there by evening?"

But in fact, we can't. Our forward progress slows to a crawl in the dense jungle. After another grueling hour, Candy comes forward. "We've got to stop, Flynn. The girls are troopers, they're being so brave, I'm proud of them, but they can't go any further without rest and water."

Raven joins us. She's visibly agitated, but just as sweaty and tired as the rest of us, "Fine. I think there's a freshwater lake just a little bit further in."

"And how do you know that?" Candy asks, eyeballing Raven suspiciously.

"Because I've been to this island before, you ditzy bimbo."

"Do not call me a ditzy bimbo!" Candy says, swirling around in a way that makes her boobs bobble from side to side before flouncing off in a huff back to the other girls. I watch her hips sway as she retreats. I hear the other girls groaning as she uses soft words to encourage them on.

By the time we reach the lake, it's getting dark. Small animals scatter as we approach the water side. I get out the empty water flasks from the emergency kit and approach the water's edge.

"Hold on, dick-for-brains," Raven says. She puts a hand out to stop me, and creeps forward to the edge. She peers into the water. The lake is so clear I can see the bottom; it's about two football fields across and one wide, and the water is deeper and darker on the other end.

"Ok. You're fine. Get us some water. Here's a survival tip for you: never go near any water where you can't see the bottom."

I fill the water bottles, then put a water purification tablet in each one. The girls flop themselves down wearily, almost too tired to chatter uselessly. I ration the water out, making sure each girl stays hydrated. Meanwhile, Candy gathers firewood and starts a small fire. "My dad used to take me camping," she says when I raise an eyebrow at her unexpected usefulness. "Don't look so shocked. I'm not just a fantastic pair of tits."

The girls curl up against each other and go to sleep, huddled together for warmth and safety around the fire. I listen to the rustling in the trees just outside the firelight. Raven is right in at least one respect with regard to these girls: they are helpless in the face of a dinosaur attack.

I see a shadow standing at the edge of the lake. Raven stares out across the lake, made silver in the moonlight. I approach behind her quietly. Reflected on the water, the moon is larger and brighter than I've ever seen it before.

"Raven. We need to talk. You need to tell me what's going on, so I can help you. So I can help the girls."

She doesn't turn around. "Not now, Flynn."

"Well..." I say, hoping to get lucky, "there are other ways I can comfort you if you don't want to talk."

She half-turns to face me. Under that strange moonlight, her pale skin takes on a sickly pallor, her eyes sunk in deep shadows. I take an unconscious step back; she looks like an undead thing in this light.

"Not now, Flynn. Fuck one of the bimbos."

As I retreat back to my post, leaving Raven to think her dark thoughts, one of the girls stirs, crawls away from the others, and stands up. She pushes her brunette hair out of her face, her green eyes bright in the moonlight. She's wearing a blue cross-cut one piece with a window cut revealing her navel and side-boob. Her breasts are small but shapely, and she has large freckles on her face and down her shoulders.

I walk up to her. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" I ask.

"Umm, I'm so sweaty I can't sleep. I thought I'd take a bath in the lake. Is that ok, sir?"

"No one should go anywhere alone. But ... Let's not bathe here. The water's too shallow here; it's a bit deeper further on."

"But didn't Raven say..."

I put a finger to her soft lips. "Never mind what she said. While I'm here to protect you, nothing bad can happen to you. Come on."

She looks at me, bites her lip, then says, "Yes, sir."

I take her hand and we pick our way around the water's edge about a hundred yards; we're screened off from the campfire by a line of trees.

"Let me help you out of that bathing suit." I say. The girl stands still, trembling, as I run my hands down her shoulders; her skin goosebumps. I pull down her swimsuit and lay it on the ground; her naked body shines in the moonlight. Her freckles go all the way to the tops of her breasts. Then I take off my own clothes, lay them on top of hers, and I lead her by the hand in the dark water.

"I want to thank you for all you've done for us, sir." she says, putting a hand on my shoulder and looking up at me.

"Yes. I'm sure you do, uh..." I try to remember her name. Honestly, all of the beach babes kinda run together. "Emily. You're a pretty girl. Can you think of a way you can repay me?" I give her my best lopsided grin.

She raises up on tiptoes and we kiss, longer and lingering. She murmurs, "I think I can, sir," into my mouth. She breaks contact, turns around and rubs her wet slit up and down on my hardening cock.

She greets me with moans as I press inside her. She reaches underneath her, rubbing her clit as I hold onto her waist and begin rocking back and forth. I am a piston and she is a shaft; a live, warm, squeaking shaft, her sex noises growing sharper and louder as I see her body flush as she quickly approaches orgasm.

I pound into her hard, full strokes each time, the water slapping between our bodies as our hips smack together. I run my hands over her dimples of Venus, then up the indentation of her spine. She shivers and arcs and presses herself into me, moaning. "Oh god, oh yes! Deeper, Flynn, deeper!"

I moan as my balls tighten; my cock thrums and I bury myself into her, leaning over her. Just then, eyes half closed, I'm looking at the reflection of the moon in the water. Something scaly and sinuous cuts the moon in half, coming toward us.

Emily's eyes are closed and her body clenches and shudders in orgasm; she squeals in pleasure, and I want to call out, to warn her, but instead I'm cumming, and I can't hold back. Raw savage pleasure blasts my brain for long seconds as I spend myself deep inside her. I lean into her, pressing her body forward out over the deeper water, my fingers clenching hard on her hips.

Then the water in front of us explodes. A serpentine body twists up, ending in a long reptilian head with jaw filled with serrated teeth that hovers just above for for a frozen moment. Emily opens her eyes and screams, her hands splashing in the water next to her. She tries to move and run, but I clench her hard, still cumming inside her, barely able to think coherently.

And then the aquatic monster strikes down, snapping its long jaws closed around Emily's head and shoulders. I hear her bone crack and she howls of agony just before the monster dives under, dragging her body with it. It twists around and heads back into deeper water. I hold onto Emily's hips and get dragged into the deeper water with it.

Water fills my lungs. I hang on as it swims deeper, driven on by sinuous slithers of its long body and by powerful strokes of its four legs. I open my eyes; the water is dark, but I can see Emily's hands pressing against the monstrous jaw line trapping her inside it. Thank God, she's alive!

Then the dinosaur bites down; Emily's hands go limp as her shoulders and head separate from her body, with me still inside her vagina.

I pull out, the last of my semen spewing into the bloody waters, and kick off her lower body. My head breaches the surface. I cough up a lungful of water and suck air gratefully. The reflection of the moon is scarlet in the frothing water.

"Get out of the water!" a voluptuous female body calls from the shoreline. It's Candy! I start to swim toward her. She kneels down and extends a hand to me. The water is deep here; I can't touch the floor with my toes. I reach out to her extended fingers and then hear the water thrashing behind me; I twist around and see the dinosaur rearing up from the water, jaw open, diving down on me.

I bring my legs up and kick out; by some miracle, they lodge in the slimy skin of the creature's mouth instead of slicing open on its teeth. I grip its upper jaw with my hands; I feel my muscles bulge as I begin to pry its mouth open.

The creature dives; I have the presence of mind to gulp a lungful of air, and then it's pushing me down, holding me down against the bottom of the lake, its foreclaws trying to rake me off its mouth. I strain until my muscles feel like they are going to rip.

Then a voluptuous figure breaches the surface of the water above us; Candy's blonde hair trails behind her. She scissors her arms and legs open and closed in big strokes, propelling her body effortlessly to the depths. She clenches a long knife between her teeth.

Candy grabs onto the creature's neck with one arm and straddles it with both legs, squeezing it between her thighs. Then she pulls the knife from her teeth, raises her hand and stabs down into the creature's open eye.

A terrible rumbling scream fills the lake. Dark blood spews from the penetrated eyeball. I push off, lungs feeling like they are about to burst, as the creature turns its attention to Candy. It rolls and thrashes, but Candy holds on, riding it. The last thing I see before I breach the surface is her raising the knife again.

I can't see either Candy or the dinosaur, so I stroke toward the shore. I find the beach where Emily - poor girl! - and I made love, and I wade up.

Raven stares at me.

"Thanks for helping," I pant, hands on my knees, water dripping off my hair.

"You were useful just as long as you were protecting my girls. When you put them in danger by ignoring my explicit warning, you became a liability. I was going to let the nothosaur eat you."

I try to compose something pithy, yet sufficiently apologetic to not ruin my chances of getting into Raven's pants, when I hear a splash behind me. Terror clenches my guts as I swing around, expecting the nothosaur to spring from the water at me, but it's Candy. She's bedraggled, holding the knife in one hand. The underwater action has made her blue mirokini top come off, and her beautiful breasts are naked and gleaming in the moonlight, her large nipples hard. She walks up beside me, bumping me with her elbow and hip. Raven glares at her. She glares at Raven. The tension is so palpable you could cut it with a knife.

"A knife! Candy, where did you get that knife!?" I blurt out.

She looks at the knife in her hand as if she's never seen it before. It's a black combat knife with a 6 inch blade, serrated at the top edge, with a molded grip. She snaps her gum, and I can almost hear the brain cells clanking behind her beautiful blue eyes.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaims after a long moment, looking up at me in desperation, "Guys! You've got to come quick. The girls are being kidnapped!"

Beach Babes on Dinosaur Island, Chapter 3: A Lesson in Mammalian Biology

by Callous Thunderstorm

Synopsis: This is an extreme pulp-horror story about a group of beach babes who get stranded and must fight for survival on an island populated by dinosaurs.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING

The following story contains: noncon, oral, action, violence, gore, vore, death by compsognathus.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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I lead the way as the thirteen of us forge into the jungle. The sun makes its slow away across the sky, descending to our left as we head north toward the jagged cliffs. The beach babes are nervous and scared, but that doesn't stop them from being chatterboxes. I try to keep and an ear out for other dangerous predators, but all I can hear is the girls' chattering behind me. One girl in particular - Mallory - has a high pitched, whiny voice that makes me wince.

Mallory is a bottle blond with blue eyes wearing an black halterneck backless one-piece with plunging neckline to her navel. It leaves both of her ass cheeks hanging out and the majority of her ample breasts exposed. It's an outfit designed to lounge around in a rich man's yacht in, completely impractical for wading through thick jungle.

Not that any of the other beach babes are wearing clothes more suitable. Although, I notice for the first time, Raven is wearing hiking boots.

"Aigh! I hate this!" Mallory complains for the tenth time this hour, "I hate all these insects. It's too hot! When we get back, I'm never going on a cruise again. Never!" She slaps her skin where another insect has landed on her. I'm on the verge of telling Mallory to shut up when Raven does it for me. The five-foot-nothing goth chick sidles up to the beach queen and hisses, "If you don't shut up, your voice will draw another pterodactyl right to you. Do you want to end up like Francesca?"

Mallory goes silent and pale then. I can tell she's seeing the horror of the blood-covered pterodactyl burying its face inside Francesca's guts. She starts to cry.

Candy comes up, puts on arm around her, and coos comforting nothings to her. She glares at Raven. The goth chick circles around behind the remaining girls, like a shepherd keeping her flock of sheep together, then comes up to me.

"Keep going. Why have you stopped?"

I've been trying to find a clear-ish path through the trees. So far, I've been lucky, and the trail from the beach has been broad and obvious. But I stop when confronted with a wall of thick greenery. Candy and the other girls hang back, sensing the natural hierarchy of command: Raven and I are the emerging leaders, the officers if you will; Candy is the sensible non-commissioned officer, just slightly less dimwitted than the other bimbos. But between Raven and me, I'm not sure who's in charge. I am clearly the Captain. I worry she might be the Admiral, though.

Raven zips open the supply bags and digs around. "Y'know," she says, "It would've been useful if you'd been a man and packed a real knife." The pulls out the Leatherman Signal in its nylon sheath. "You can't hack through a jungle with this."

I take it from her when she proffers it. I pull out the small saw blade and stare at it disconsolately.

"It could be bigger." Raven teases. She steps up to me and runs her hand along my hip. I remember the feeling of being squeezed between her thighs.

"I've never had any size-related complaints so far." I say as she slips her hand into the waistband of my cargo shorts.

"I need something longer and harder," she breathes. She goes on tiptoe, her face nuzzling against my shoulder.

I lean down and I can smell her breath. Our noses are an inch from each other. "Oh, I'm sure I can fill all of your... needs."

Her fingers make contact with my manhood and it leaps into her hand like an eager puppy - I mean an eager dog, a big eager dog - just as our lips brush against each other.

Then Raven breaks contact. Oh, that fucking little cocktease is going to get rammed so hard. "The path to the village is this way," she says, pointing to a spot in the foliage. Yes, now I can see it; the trail has just been grown over by vines. A minute hacking them away, and the trail - narrower and darker but still usable - becomes obvious.

"Finally"! Mallory says. She's broken out of the gaggle of bimbos, and strides forward swiftly. "If you two brain geniuses are done fondling each other, let's get back to civilization! I can't wait to have a tall glass of ice water." I can see she's sweating profusely. The thin fabric of her black swimsuit clings to her heavy breasts; I can see the outline of her nipples through it. Oh man, I'd love to fuck her body, if only I could shut her whining mouth. I wonder if there's anything hand I could gag her with? Her own swimsuit maybe?

I raise an eyebrow at Raven. "I guess she can cut down all the vines in the way with her tits," I laugh. Raven snorts, then says, "Get the fuck back to the front with your minuscule little tool, dick-for-brains. You're disposable; these bimbos aren't."

"AAAIIIIEEEEE!!"

"Oh fuck!" I dash up the trail. I pass a bend in the trail, and there's Mallory. She's suspended upside down, her dangling blonde head ten feet off the ground. One of her ankles has been ensnared with a vine noose, and she's been yanked violently off her feet. Her arms flop down, fingers extended to me. "Help meeeee!"

Raven peeks around the bend, then disappears. She reappears a moment later.

"I told Candy to keep the girls back. They haven't heard anything. I told them we just need to clear some more brush."

I nod, "Good. We don't want them to panic before we've solved this situation."

"Help meeeee!" Mallory screams. "Get me dooooowwwnnnn!" She thrashes, making her voluptuous body swing like a pendulum. Oh man, her voice is irritating.

"Well?" Raven is looking at me. "Cut her down. And maybe your tiny widdle knife can slip and cut her tongue out so we don't have to listen to her whining voice anymore."

My eyes follow the vine snare to where it is anchored. It's tied to a higher branch, which presumably had been bent down under pressure; when the trap was sprung, it snapped back up, carrying the hapless Mallory with it.

"You want me to climb up there?"

"Do you see any other way of getting up there?"

"AAIIIIEEEEE!" Mallory screams again.

"Oh shut up!" Raven snaps, but then she and I both see what Mallory has already seen: a small sauroid, no more than two feet long, with a small, wedge-shaped head at the end of a long sinuous neck, is climbing down the vine toward her, it's thick tongue darting out in front of it as if it is tasting her scent in the air.

"Oh fuck!" I say. "What is that?"

"Compsognathus." Raven says confidently.

"Easy for you to say. How do you know that?"

"I'm a paleontologist."

I look down at her raised face. Surprisingly, her black lipstick and eyeshadow have not run in the day's heat. Some of the other girls makeup has run by now, giving their faces blasted expressions.

"AAAIIIIEEE! Getaway from me!" Mallory screams, kicking at the small dinosaur with her free leg. The compy easily dodges her foot and chitters like it's laughing at her feeble attempt.

"You barely look old enough to drink, let alone have graduated college."

She nods, her eyes not leaving Mallory. "I'm older than I look.

"Hey! Mallory! Are you ovulating?"

"WHAT!?" Mallory screams. The dino is now climbing down her stretched leg. I can see where its small claws are leaving red dots on her calf and thigh.

"She must be ovulating."

"How do you know that?"

"Compsognathus are ovophagus - egg eaters. It must be confused by her mammalian biology, thinking the egg cell inside her uterus is food."

"Wait... are you telling me... it's going to eat her uterus?" I watch the big-breasted girl swing from her outstretched leg. The small dinosaur's head is already nuzzling at the gap between her thighs. Its long tongue slips under the fabric of her swimsuit and laps between her pussy lips. Sweet mercy, I've never been so jealous of a prehistoric theropod before.

Raven nods. "Yup. Better get moving, dick-for-brains," I push my knife into my belt and head toward the tree. "When I cut her down, she'll drop on her head. Can you catch her?"

"I don't need her head, just her pussy and uterus."

Well, that comment is going to need some explaining later. I begin to climb the tree.

The compy's head is now at the gap of Mallory's pussy. It has shoved aside her skimpy swimsuit material. It's long sinuous tongue darts in and out of her pussy, tasting her. Mallory pulls herself up, clenching her abs as she takes a swipe at the creature with an open hand. "Get away from meeeee!"

The animal responds by snapping at her hand. Its teeth aren't very long, but they are sharp, and I hear the crunch of bone as it snips off Mallory's little finger. The poor girl howls in pain as her amputated finger flies off into the jungle, where unseen animals scramble to not let the morsel of food go to waste.

By the time I reach the branch anchoring the snare around Mallory's foot, twenty feet in the air, the compy is beginning to wriggle its head inside Mallory's pussy. I see the girl clenching her thighs, trying to keep it out of her, but she's helpless: its tongue has made Mallory juice up, and its head barges inside her lubricated passage without much resistance.

I climb out on the limb. I've never been afraid of heights, but the limb sways dangerously, and it's a long fall to the ground. I take the Leatherman from my pocket, flick open the saw blade, and begin hacking at the vine.

The compy has its entire head and neck deep inside Mallory's vagina now; the girl begins shrieking in agony, and I see blood ooze out through her hole, past the dino's neck stretching her pussy lips wide. It's eating her from the inside!

I redouble my efforts to saw through the vine. It's thick and green, and the tiny blade makes progress difficult. Mallory continues howling, and blood now flows continuously up out of her pussy hole. I wonder how long the dinosaur can hold its breath inside there? I am still more than a little jealous and turned on.

Finally I feel the vine begin to sheer and tear under Mallory's weight. Just as I saw through the final fiber, the compy pulls its head out of Mallory's pussy. Its jaw comes free, and I see a pulsing, bleeding V-shaped organ clenched between its jaws. It's Mallory's uterus and ovaries, dangling from the confused ovophagus dinosaur's beak.

Mallory drops like a sack of bricks to the ground. Raven stands below her; she manages to grab and cradle Mallory's head with a blanket from the emergency kit, but the bikini babe's tailbone is not so lucky, and it slams into the jungle trail with a sickening crack.

I start sliding back down the tree. The little compy seems to have enjoyed its ride to the ground; it now stands on Mallory's large breasts, its hind claws digging into her soft tit-meat, holding her uterus in its small three-fingered hands right over her face, its mouth delicately chewing on her ovaries as Mallory stares up at it, wide-eyed, blubbering in pain.

I reach the bottom of the tree just as Raven is saying, "Those are my ovaries, you little thief!" But she doesn't seem to actually be mad at the primeval creature, or afraid of it, and the compy doesn't seem to be afraid of Raven.

I approach cautiously. Mallory is still wailing in pain, her high-pitched voice splitting my ears. Raven says, "Flynn, make yourself useful and shut this bitch up."

I walk over to her, making a wide berth around the happily chomping compy. Raven grabs my waistband and pulls me over. She yanks down my shorts, revealing my already-hard cock.

She bends over and kisses it, then tugs me to my knees, Mallory's blonde head between my knees. "Mallory isn't going to be alive much longer," she says, pointing to where blood is hemorrhaging between of Mallory's kicking legs. "Save us from having to listen to her voice by gagging her with your cock. Make this bitch's throat useful in the last moments of her life."

I grab Mallory's head by her ears and bend it back. The compsognathus, now sated having consumed both of Mallory's ovaries, jumps off, dropping the rest of the bloody mess of her ripped-out uterus on the ground. To my amazement, Raven slowly extends her hand and the compy lets her scratch its head.

Mallory looks up at me with tears in her eyes and begs, "Puh-please I-i'm in s-so m-much p-pain.... *blubber*" I'm so goddamn hard, and her voice is so irritating, that I can't help but shove my cock into her open mouth. Mallory's eyes go wide, then she's making glk-glk-glk noises as I hump my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Raven reaches out and pushes open Mallory's chin for me, stretching her jaw wide.

I shove myself deeper inside the twitching, dying beach bimbo. I penetrate her glottis as I open up her throat with my cock, watching its progress by the bulge in her throat.

I feel Mallory's throat trying to expel my cock, giving my aching manhood a pleasurable massage, and I hold myself ball's deep inside the dying woman's throat. "Yes," I sigh, "It's nice not to have to hear her whiny voice anymore."

Raven leans forward, and starts kissing Mallory's face, sticking her tongue between my body and Mallory's stretched lips. I can't help it; I'm just a normal guy, so the sight of this hot goth bitch engaging in a lesbian kiss on a dying woman makes my balls tighten; my cock throbs and I start spewing down Mallory's throat. I hold her face tightly to me as I cum, leaning forward and groaning in pleasure. The blood spasms from her between open legs in time with my ejaculations. By the time I sigh with deep pleasure of orgasm, the last blood pulses out from her, her body twitches, and he lays still.

I pull my cock out of the dead woman. Streamers of saliva and cum run from my dick to her lips. Raven looks up at me and kisses my softening cock. My body shudders with delight.

"I'm sorry," I say as Raven's mouth cleans my cock. "I let another one of your girls die on my watch."

"You tried, Flynn, you tried your best." she says. "We don't need to panic the other girls. Ten pairs of pussies and uteruses are still sufficient for my purposes."

I pick up Mallory's limp body in a princess carry. "Soon, Raven, you're going to explain to me what the hell is going on."

Then I carry the uterus-eaten corpse to where the foliage is the densest, and drop her body behind it. When I get back, Raven is coiling the vine rope and putting it into the emergency bag. With her boots, she's scraping Mallory's blood off the path. I'm surprised how so much blood vanishes so quickly in the dense litter of the jungle path. When we're done, there's no sign left of Mallory.

When we lead Candy and the other eight beach babes through the path, I hold my breath, but none of them notice anything. "Where's Mallory?" Candy asks.

I glance at Raven. She shares a secret smile with me. "She's gone on ahead to the village. We'll meet her there." Candy snaps her gum, shrugs and doesn't question it.

Beach Babes on Dinosaur Island, Chapters 1 and 2

by Callous Thunderstorm

Synopsis: This is an extreme pulp-horror story about a group of beach babes who get stranded and must fight for survival on an island populated by dinosaurs.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING

The following story contains: action, violence, giant crabs, noncon, gore, vore, death by pterodactyl.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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Chapter 1: Rough Waters

"Name's Flynn. Flynn Savage. And I own this here boat." I run my eyes slowly over the thirteen lovely beach babes loitering on the dock.

"Hiiiyyyy!" the closest, blondest, big-tittedest one says. Her bikini top is little more than two strips of blue cloth held over her breasts by a ring between them. "I'm Candy."

"Of course you are," I purr, extending my hand to take hers.

"We need to charter a boat." she says, snapping her gum a second later.

I look at the other twelve girls. The majority are blondes, natural or bottle-made, with some brunettes and two redheads mixed in for good measure. Their swimwear leaves little to the imagination, but even so my imagination is working overtime. Not a single one carries any luggage. Day trippers.

"I'd be happy to," I smile. Please, I think, please just let me fuck one of these girls. No, not ambitious enough: please let me fuck three of them. One at a time or hopefully all three at once.

I haven't released Candy's hand yet. Her fingers are warm and delicate between mine; I stroke the back of her fingers. She doesn't seem to mind; her smile could melt butter.

"Where do you ladies want to go?"

"Oh!" she says, a look of confusion drifting over her lovely features. "Ummm... she knows."

My hand slips from hers, and another lady steps forward. Her short black hair is dyed violet at the tips. She wearing a black bikini with a fishnet shirt over top that reaches down to her thighs. Oh god, those thighs look like they could crack walnuts! With her black lipstick and eyeshadow, she couldn't be more of a contrast to Candy's blonde bimbo.

"I'm Raven," she says.

"Of course you are," I purr, extending my hand. She shoves a folded piece of paper into it.

"That's where we're going."

I glance at it and raise an eyebrow at her. "There's nothing there."

"What?" Candy says, snapping her gum and looking over my shoulder at the paper; her large breasts bump into my back. "What do those numbers mean?"

"Nothing, Candy. Could you please make sure the others are ready to go," Raven says. Candy runs a hand through her hair and walks back to the gaggle of other girls. I watch her hips sway as she goes.

"Look, Mister Savage..."

"Call me Flynn," I say with my best lopsided grin. "Or Captain."

"Mister Savage, look, you know there's nothing out there. I know there's nothing out there. But these..." her voice drops two registers and I have to lean down to hear her, "...bimbos don't know that. You just take us for a cruise and I promise to make it worth your while."

She runs a hand up my chest. "More than financially. These girls are bored and horny and you'll be the only man for literally hundreds of miles of empty ocean."

My fantasies go off the deep end. The goth chick plays a central role in all of them.

I realize I haven't said anything in almost a minute. I have just been staring at the girls, the way their tits bobble in their tight swimwear, the way their bodies gleam in the morning sunlight. I lick my lips and swallow.

"Sounds like you've got yourself a deal."

The girls pile aboard. I make sure to greet each one by extending my hand to her and helping her into my charter boat. A sea of smiling faces floats past, each one mounted on a killer body.

I go to cast off the mooring line but Raven is already handing it to me as she climbs into The Lucky Duck. The other girls settle down into the passenger seats but she follows me into the wheelhouse and takes the usually empty copilot's chair.

The engine sputters to life and then the sea is churning behind us as we make our way away from shore and out into the Pacific. Behind me, I hear the din of vacuous conversation. I see Candy rubbing sunscreen on her long limbs, then stretching out her body to soak up the rays of the sun rising behind us.

Raven puts her hand on my leg. I decide I am going to pound her first, as she and Candy engage in a sloppy 69 for my pleasure.

The trip is long. The coastline vanishes behind us and the ocean lies like a flat sheet in all directions. If it weren't for the apparent wind of our motion and our wake stretching behind us, it would almost seem like we were standing still. Behind me, the girls start complaining. "We should turn back!", "This is boring!", "I thought we'd be there by now!"

It is beginning to grate on my ears, but then Raven turns around suddenly and snaps, "I promised you it would be worth it! Now be quiet until we get there!"

The other girls fall quiet. There's a menacing intensity in Raven's glare at her friends. I raise an eyebrow at Raven. She looks back at me. "What?"

An hour later and the sun stands overhead. We are a hundred nautical miles into the ocean. Raven has corrected our course a few times; I'm not sure why, but she's guiding us into her empty coordinates in a zigzag pattern. But I'm a simple guy: if a paying customer promises me pussy, I'll take The Lucky Duck wherever she says.

All of a sudden, I feel a strong cold wind blow across the starboard side. The ocean becomes dark and choppy in that direction.

Well, maybe I can get that pussy back on the mainland. "I'm sorry, Raven. We have to go back. There wasn't supposed to be any storms today..." I scratch my head.

"No. Turn into it."

"What?"

"Turn into it now!" The wind gusts up strong and her hair snaps behind her like black and violet flames.

"No way am I going to..."

Raven stands up from her seat, takes one step forward, then swings her leg over my lap. "What are you doing? Now isn't the time..." I protest, trying to stand up. She shoves me back into my seat with one hand and leans over me.

She presses her lips into mine. She smells like spices; her hips grind down on me as she pulls my face to hers, opening her mouth, her sensuous tongue twisting against mine. I know I should throw her off and make the course correction, but she's pressing against every aching spot in my body, and my reptile need briefly overpowers my better judgment.

Then I see that she is turning the wheel with her other hand stretched behind her. Turning us into the storm. "What are you doing!" I struggle, pressing against her body, but then she squeezes her thighs and I can't think for a little bit. When the moment passes, we are faced into the storm and she has pushed the throttle into the red zone. My little charter boat bounces into the choppy waves.

Behind me, I hear the other twelve beach babes begin yelling in frightened panic. Thunder booms, and the sky grows dark more quickly than I could have imagined. Rain lashes down on The Lucky Duck and her fourteen occupants. Raven doesn't stop grinding on me. Rainwater plasters her hair to my face.

Finally, with a great effort, I put my hands on Raven's shoulders and push her off me. "What did you do?" I ask in panic. A boom of thunder swallows her answer, but she is smiling an erotic, secret smile.

I push her back into her seat and fight with the Duck's controls. I feel the rudder buck through the wheel. Then the Duck shudders and a splintering crack vibrates through the hull and the wheel locks up.

"Lifejackets! Everyone put on your lifejackets!" I can't remember if I have told everyone where they were. I may have been too busy ogling tits and asses. I glance back; Candy already has on her bright orange lifejacket and is helping the other girls into theirs.

I turn back to the bow, and a column of rock suddenly juts up from the middle of the empty Pacific in front of us. "What the hell...?" I exclaim. I yank on the wheel, but the rudder has been ripped from the Duck. I can do nothing as we hurtle toward it. With a horrible squeal, the Duck scrapes her port side against the jagged pillar of rock. The girls on that side are thrown to the floor.

The keel of the Duck buries itself in something and everyone flops forward as our momentum comes to an abrupt end. Just as suddenly, we pass out of the rain and wind and the sky clears rapidly, like we've sailed into the eye of the storm. I get to my feet first, and pull Raven to hers. The Duck's hull has split open on the jagged rocks lining an unknown beach. I see thick jungle forest extending from the beach up an island peaked with a jagged mountain in the middle.

Exactly where nothing should be. Exactly where Raven's coordinates had said.

Then the back of the Duck catches fire. The girls nearest the flames scream in terror, batting at their hair. I run back. "Out! Everyone out! Get to the beach!"

My hands pull on arms and yank bodies as I help the twelve girls to their feet and usher them to the rope ladder on the side that Raven has already let down. The goth chick is hip-deep in the surf, helping her friends down the side, cooing to them softly and pointing them to the beach, where they huddle together like sexy driftwood. Finally, she calls up to me, "That's all twelve! They're all safe!"

I grab my emergency kit from under the deck and am swinging my legs over the ladder when an explosion rocks the Duck and the shockwave hurls me into the ocean. I slam into the water, knocking the wind out of me. My head goes under and I flail my limbs. Then my hands find Ravens; she yanks me out of the water. I gasp for air as she half-drags me to the beach. I look back just in time to see the flames crack open The Lucky Duck; her hull sinks back into the thirsty Pacific.

"Well, we're not getting back that way."

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Chapter 2: Terror on the Beach

Overhead, seabirds circle. The tide roars up the beach, carrying bits of The Lucky Duck with it. I wring sea water from my captains hat and hold it over my heart.

"Goodbye, sweet girl. You were the best boat."

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look and see Candy standing there in her blue microkini. Behind her, the other 11 girls stand huddled close together. "How are we going to get home now?"

My first thought is that we can all stay here and start a new civilization, with me as the head, all but worshiped by these twelve nearly-naked females.

But then I think about it seriously. "We aren't going to get anywhere standing on the beach. This island can't be uninhabited; we just need to find civilization and call the cost guard to get us home."

Beside me, Raven points up. "Look there!" Candy and I look where she's pointing. A thin wisp of smoke rises from beyond the rocky cliff that dominates the center of the island.

"What is that?" Candy asks.

"It's smoke, you ditz." Raven sneers at her.

"Don't call me a ditz," Candy frowns, popping her gum.

"... and where there's smoke, there's fire!" I finish Raven's thought. "That must be a town or something. Anyway, that's where we're headed." I adjust the strap on my emergency bag.

"Ok, ladies!" I call out in my authoritative captain's voice, "all of you follow me and we'll be home by dinner."

Just then, one of the beach bimbos screams. "AAAAIIIIEEE! Get it off me, get it off me!" I turn to face the sound. One of the girls, I seem to remember her name is Francesca, has walked off a few feet by herself down the beach. She had set her foot on an exposed rock, only for the rock to rise up into the shape of an enormous crustacean. The crab's shell was easily four feet long; raised up on its six legs, its waving eyestalks came level with the brunette's head. One enormous pincer had snapped shut around Francesca's wrist.

Raven and I run forward. Candy, on some maternal instinct, runs back to the other girls. "Ok, ok, calm down," she tells them. "And stay together! And don't touch anything!"

The crab begins to scuttle sideways into the water, dragging Francesca with it. The girl braces her feet, but they just slide in the wet sand. I can see blood trickling down her arm where the sharp chitin of the monstrous crab's claw bites into her delicate wrist.

I grab a rock and hurl it at the crab. It bounces harmless off its shell and splashes into the surf. The crab has already retreated far enough into the water with Francesca - I realize with a swell of horror that it intends to eat her! - far enough into the water with its struggling meal that Francesca is up to her knees in the water. The panicking girl looks back and me and blubbers, "Please help me, Flynn!"

Well, there's nothing makes a man so brave as a damsel in distress. Dropping my emergency kit, I race forward, grab the crab's pincer with both hands, and heave. The muscles in my arms and back strain with the effort.

The crab's claw doesn't budge, and then its other claw comes around and snips at me. I have to let go and dodge back.

"What can we do?" I ask Raven. She's on her knees, digging around in my kit. The monstrous crab has dragged the brunette up to her waist into the surf. Francesca is wearing a white one-piece swimsuit, open at the back, with a little decorative ruffle almost like a skirt at the waist. Her dark hair is pulled off her face by a white ribbon. Her skin is tan, and her body long and tight. I admire the way her swimsuit outlines the crack of her ass.

Focus, Flynn! Help the damsel in distress now, get rescue sex later!

"Take this!" Raven says, tossing me something. I'm so distracted with Francesca's sexy struggling that I fumble the flare. Raven runs up beside me, igniting her own flare.

"It's afraid of fire!" she informs me.

Raven dashes in on the creatures left side; I jog to its right. The surf swallows my legs and then my hips, slowing my movement. I wave the spitting flare at the creature's eye-stalks. Its retreat into the ocean stops, and it raises its claws to shield itself from the flares. At that moment, it releases Francesca and the girl collapses butt-first into the ocean.

"Keep it back!" I order Raven, and I forge through the water to the fallen girl. I toss my flare into the Pacific and grab Francesca's body up in a princess carry, then make my way back up to the beach. Francesca wraps her arms around my neck and sobs, "It was so horrible, I didn't know what to do. Thank you for saving me!" She's soft and light in my arms. Rescue sex, here we come!

I see Candy standing with the other girls, looking concerned but also keeping them calm. Good, the last thing we need is another of my paying customers panicking and running off by herself to get eaten by monsters.

I see Raven standing in the surf, the tide up to her waist, waving her flare at the monstrous crustacean as it retreats back into the ocean. After the last of its shell disappears beneath the waves, she turns around and wades back to the shore.

I get to the beach and set Francesca down on her feet. I grab a bandage from the emergency kit and wrap the bleeding cuts on her wrist. She runs a hand through her hair and smiles shyly up at me. "How can I ever thank you..."

And then, before I can give voice to any one of the dozen ways I believe it would be appropriate for a sexy young woman to thank me, Raven calls out, "Duck!"

For a moment, I think she means my late, lamented charter boat, but then a shadow passes over me. I crouch down as a giant bird of some kind passes overhead. Francesca was not as fast-thinking, and its outstretched talons rake her back and shoulders. Blood pours from ragged gashes and Francesca shrieks in pain. But the talons have also ripped open her white bathing suit, and her firm C-cup titties bounce free. God I've love to suck on those.

Raven pulls on my shoulder. "Come on! Get under the trees, dick-for-brains!" I scramble to my feet. A dozen yards ahead of us, Candy is already herding the rest of the girls deeper into the treeline. Who knew she would be helpful in a crisis?

Raven and Francesca and I begin to run. Raven is fast and agile, and she ducks another swoop from the giant bird. I don't get a good look at it, but the glance I get from the corner of my eye sends shivers down my spine. Birds should have feathers, not scales!

Francesca is slower than Raven or me, I realize, her body bogged down by terror and blood loss. Her breasts flop as she runs, her torn swimsuit hanging off of her in bloody rags.

Then the pterodactyl swoops again at Francesca. The brunette raises her arms to defend herself, but she's helpless against the momentum, mass and savage musculature of the prehistoric aerial predator. I get a good look at the creature attacking us at last: its body is as large as a man's, with membranous wings stretching out between its arms and legs. They look thin and delicate, but the sinews working under that thin skin belie the creature's savage strength.

The pterodactyl's talons sink into Francesca's arms. She screams in pain and fear. "AAAHHH! Flynn, help me!" I stop my forward run and turn around, but its beating wings press me back, and then the creature is airborne, carrying Francesca away in its talons. I watch the young brunette's sexy long legs flailing uselessly underneath her as the creature sails out over the water, catches a thermal and rises twenty, thirty, forty feet in the air. Francesca's screams echo across the breach. Her bare breasts flop every which way.

"I thought dinosaurs were supposed to have feathers?" I say, catching my breath.

"Does that thing look like it has feathers!" Raven sneers, "Come on! Let's get to the safety of the trees. Your remaining fans are waiting for you."

I watch as the pterodactyl circles with the struggling Francesca in its talons. It lands on an outcropping of rock as Raven and I rejoin Candy and the other beach babes, only fifty feet away but unreachable from this position.

"It's so horrible." - "You were so brave." - "Please get us to safety, Mr. Savage." - "We're all so grateful to you." - "I can't watch!"

My eyes don't leave Francesca's fate. The girl lies on her back on the rock, her arms still crushed under the pterodactyl's talons. The dino raises its long, toothed beak high, then strikes down quickly. Francesca caterwauls in pain as it bites into her pussy. Her legs twitch helplessly and blood hemorrhages out between her thighs. The dino raises its head again, then stabs down into her belly. She wails in pain as her stomach splits open. The victorious hunter raises its head, trailing her intestines from its jaws as it swallows. Francesca's head falls backward, and her eyes seek mine across the distance. "Pl-please..." the dying girl blubbers, "... please, Flynn... save meeeeeee..."

Then with one last thrust of its beak into her body, the pterodactyl rips her beating heart out of her chest, tosses it into the air like a dog, then chomps down on it.

"Noooo! Francesca!" Candy wails beside me. She clings to me, her soft breasts pressing into my chest. She buries her face in my shoulder and sobs. Holding her body gently, I force myself to watch the pterodactyl devouring the dark-haired girl until nothing is left of her but a bloody stain and a few bloody rags of her swimsuit. I feel my manhood twitch, from adrenaline and fear and Candy's voluptuous body pressing tight against me. Not from watching a girl get eaten by a dinosaur. That would be wrong.

The other 10 girls look at me, expecting me to take charge and lead them. I won't let them down. "Ok, girls, we're heading out. We can make it to civilization. Everyone stay calm and stay close and we'll all make it."

As we head deeper into the jungle toward the smoke still rising from behind the rocky prominence, Raven marches up behind me, carrying our sole bag of supplies.

"Do better next time," she growls at me. "I need these girls alive."

What does she mean by that?

(To be continued...)

Willing Prey

by Callous Thunderstorm

Synopsis: This is an extreme horror story about a girl who, when faced with a fatal disease, chooses to live out her fantasy of being hunted.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING

The following story contains: consensual, cnc, chase fantasy, violence, bow and arrow kill.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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"I want you to kill me."

I stared at the message on my monitor for a few minutes. Indecision paralyzed me. I got up, poured a tall glass of water from the tap and drank it. I paced back and forth. Then I heard roaring again, mixed underneath the traffic noises from outside. Fear knotted my guts and I clicked the send button.

The road leading up to this point wasn't one I went down willingly. I was, just a little more than a year ago, an average, more than averagely happy and well-adjusted girl, on the verge of high school graduation. I had a loving father, an old but faithful dog, a boyfriend I loved more than the world, and a best friend I shared every single one of my secrets with. We were going to double-date to prom together.

"Who are you taking to prom, Becca?"

"That would be telling," she said, half-smiling at me. If I detected anything sad in her face then, I ignored it. I should have taken it as a warning when she wouldn't even tell me, her best friend. I guess I chalked it up to maybe her not having had the nerve to ask anyone yet.

Prom night came. The hairdresser had teased out all the knots in my mouse-brown hair until it shone like polished teak, piled in layers atop my head. My fingernails were painted and decorated. I slipped on the blue satin prom dress and I stared at the reflection in the mirror. Who was that girl?

Jason looked like an overdressed refrigerator in his tux, but in the giddiness - the supernatural euphoria of prom night - he looked radiant and magical, like heaven had sent down an angel just for me. When he escorted me into the dance hall, it felt like my feet weren't even connected to the ground.

We danced and we danced, and I was hot and sweating under the bright lights. I finally had to take a break to powder my nose.

My life of hell began when I got back from the restroom.

Jason stood there, next to Rebecca. He was looking at his shoes so intently I also looked at his shoes, wondering if there was something on them. But Rebecca stepped forward. She took my hands.

"Maya, I have something I have to tell you." She reached behind her and pulled Jason forward. He looked everywhere except in my eyes. "We have something to tell you..."

She kept speaking, but I didn't hear anything she said after that. I just felt my heart drop, like the floor had suddenly opened up and engulfed me. I fell and fell and I kept falling. Somehow, I ended up at home. I sobbed into my pillow.

It broke me, inside. I was sick for a week, and the rest of the school year passed without me noticing. I couldn't stand to listen to any of the bands we had all listened to together; couldn't stand to talk to our shared friends. My grades slipped, but I'd already been accepted to the University of Michigan, so that barely mattered. I pretended to be sick on graduation day so I wouldn't have to see them again.

University was supposed to be a rebirth. A transformation, like a butterfly coming out of her cocoon. But it just pushed me deeper into my depression and darkness. I couldn't make friends. I discovered the dark side of the internet, and it reflected my own pain and self-loathing back at me. I went deep: down past BDSM, into even darker subject matter.

I met a man. We roleplayed. I told him everything, and he commiserated. I told him my fantasy of being hunted; we roleplayed that scenario and similar scenarios; I died so many times at his hands. He told me what a giant dork he was, and we sexted our way through several fandoms.

I could tell he wanted more. He told me enough that I knew, for sure, who he was in real life. I wasn't willing to go that far, not yet. He didn't press.

When I went home that first semester for Thanksgiving, Rebecca knocked on my door, proverbial hat in her hand. I was so angry at her that I almost hit her, but I invited her in instead and she sat at the kitchen table. I made hot chocolate for us, the way my mother used to make it - grating the hot chocolate into cups, adding the cinnamon and cayenne, then slowly heating the milk. Rebecca's apology was as halting and nervous as it was heartfelt.

"We... we knew we had feelings for each other. We never did anything behind your back - I promise! But we knew we had to tell you. Not telling you would be worse than lying. We knew it would hurt you, but..."

I set her mug (the one that read "But First, Hot Chocolate") down in front of her, steaming. My throat was so tight I could barely speak.

"Why prom?" It should have been the greatest night of my life. Instead it plunged me into a unending darkness.

"When I saw him there... when I saw him and you together... I'm so sorry, Maya. I wanted him so much. I couldn't..."

"You fucking ..." I started to say. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to be furious. But I sat with my mug. The silence grew thick between us. Outside the kitchen window, a robin warbled, as if it didn't even care about my pain, and the shattered bonds of friendship congealing between us.

Rebecca sipped her hot chocolate. She looked into the dark, steaming liquid, the marshmallows and heart-shaped candies melting on top.

"I'm pregnant." she said.

I put my mug down, walked around to her side of the kitchen table, and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of her head. "I love you so much," I said. It was like a spell; all of that anger gone, leaving me empty and I cried into her shoulder. Her fingers stroked my hands and arms. She cried too. "I've decided to drop out of school. I'm going to get a job and support him."

"Are you sure this is what you really want, Rebecca?"

"Yes. More than anything."

When she left, I stared after her as her car drove down the street until long after she was out of sight. When my phone chimed, I looked down. I couldn't even think of playing our games anymore. The self-loathing that had been my dark muse was gone. I deleted the messaging app.

When I got back to school, I made some friends. They were there, just waiting for me. All I had to was smile. They chattered endlessly, open and oblivious. I was still quiet; I had never been a chatterbox, and the powerful emotions I had gone through left me with more to process than my frame could hold. But I listened and smiled. We did study group together, and then played board games together, and then, on Friday night, we all decided to go to the under-21 dance club that was on the edge of campus.

I got up and danced, feeling the throbbing music flow like energy through my limbs. Euphoria flooded my body. I danced with my new friends. One of the boys smiled at me. He was, I decided, kind of cute, and I moved my body closer to him...

And then I heard the roar. The lights dimmed and the room spun and suddenly everything was above me. I opened my mouth but could not speak. I saw the look of worry on the boy's face, but then I looked behind him. The lights overhead shone darkness, and the room began to shake. The roaring filled my ears from every direction.

I screamed and awoke in a strange bed. A machine next to me beeped softly, rhythmically. I blinked at the patterns on the ceiling and walls, and each blink resolved those patterns into the texture of a hospital room.

I sat in the doctor's office with my father holding my hand. He showed us x-rays, and pointed to a dark mass in my head, and frowned the frown of serious men. My dad choked up and cried. I was too stunned to cry.

"How - how long?" one of us asked.

The doctor took off his glasses and ran his hand down his face. "I'm sorry. We just don't know. But... it's weeks. Maybe months. It could be days, we just don't know. Not years."

A tiny part of me was grateful. I didn't have to go back to my campus dorm room, or my snoring roommate, or have to study those horrible textbooks anymore.

A grayness settled over me. I barely ate, and what I ate tasted like ashes. After that I was released, and I went to sleep early that night in my own bed, and woke up in the middle of the night to the noise of a roaring that faded to the rumble of trucks rolling past. Terror seized my muscles and made my jaw ache.

I lay awake, empty of all desire to move, for hours until I heard my father's car pull out of the driveway for work. Then I got up and went into his office. I sat in his swivel chair and just stared at the gun safe. I knew the combination, of course. We'd practiced home defense drills when I was a kid. They had seemed silly then. Now they seemed terrible. With great effort, I walked away from that room. But I didn't know why. I had nothing to live for.

Lady nosed me, I took her for a walk. I listened to the susurrus of the wind in the treetops while she sniffed around. Then the horrible roaring arose again; darkness filled the heavens and I ran home, half dragging my dog. I got into my bed and pulled the covers over me. I didn't come down when dad called me for dinner.

When the roaring awoke me again the second night. Fear paralyzed me, straining my muscles until it felt like my bones would pop out of their sockets. When I could move at last I knew I had to do something. I got out my phone, and despite the late hour, reinstalled the old messaging app me and found my sexting correspondent. It had been months since I had thought of him at all. His last message to me was this:

"Are you still there? Do you still want to play? If you ever do, I'll still be here."

I composed the message with trembling fingers. It took me three tries: "I want you to kill me."

I waited. It had been so long. Had he abandoned the account? Did he still want to talk to me? He probably wouldn't even reply until at least morning.

But then a message came back. "You mean, like, in a new rp?"

"No. I mean. I want you to kill me. For real."

"Fuck. Are you serious?"

"Yes. Now. I want you to kill me."

"No. I mean. Never. Even if you're willing, that's murder."

"Not in my case. Listen. I'm dying. I have an inoperable brain tumor. I wake up every night, a little more terrified each time. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I don't want to die slowly. I want to die quickly. I have a fantasy of being hunted. You have a fantasy of being a hunter."

"This is too much, Maya. I can't do this."

"Please. And you will fulfill both of our fantasies, and give me a clean death, instead of a prolonged one."

There was a long, long pause on the other end. So long I put my phone down and fell into a half-sleep again.

Finally, my partner replied. "Ok. There's a million reasons why I shouldn't, but I will. This... this is the greatest gift anyone could ever give me. How could I ever repay you."

"Thank you."

"When do you want to do it?"

"It has to be soon. I can't stand this anymore."

It took a few days to get everything in order. But my lethargy was gone, and I couldn't keep still. I wished everything would go faster; I felt like Lady straining against her leash when she wants to chase a squirrel. But then all the plans were made. I said goodbye to my dad. I told him I was going hiking in the mountains, something I had always talked about. He held me quietly. I knew he didn't expect me to come back. Saying goodbye to Lady was harder; she was an old girl, I had had her since I was very little. Since before mom died. It was worse than when I went away to college. She looked at me with wide, doggy eyes and her tail wagged back and forth. Then I was out of the house, and every moment of my nineteen years of life up to that point was behind me.

I'd never flown before. I thought it would be more of a liminal space, both nowhere and two places at once. Instead, it was crowded and noisy and I felt people's eyes on me. I felt sure they knew what I was doing. The acceleration of take-off pushed me back into my seat; I watched the ground slip away, and I thought: he's going to kill me. What if he tries to do something worse than kill me? But then I smiled; the joke's on him, I'm dying anyway.

We met at arrivals. He didn't run to me and hug me. We sort of looked at each other, and circled a bit. We'd exchanged selfies, of course, but in real life he looked different than his staged photos. Lankier. Hungrier. Dark eyes sunk deep into their sockets.

"Are you sure this is what you really want, Maya?"

"Yes. More than anything."

People parted around us on either side, dragging luggage, looking weary or bored or staring at their cell phones. I felt sure that every single one of them must know what we were planning.

I nodded, and we fast-walked to his car. The airport terminal disappeared behind us, then he turned left away from the city. "The place I've rented us is a good two hours away. We'll get there, have dinner. You can relax and sleep. It will be your last sleep, Maya. In the morning, we'll eat and then... it will all be over by noon." He looked at me. He seemed sad.

"Second to last sleep," I corrected him. "Don't feel for me. I can't stand it. Not after everything. You're just my killer."

We spent the rest of the trip in silence. I leaned my head on the seat and watched the world roll by; it was really beautiful out in the countryside, with autumn's riot of colors.

He turned off the highway onto a country road. Sharp hills rose on either side, their trees shedding their leaves in a cascade of reds and oranges and yellows. We turned off the country road onto a gravel access road, crunching slowly up the lane and then down into a steep gulch. "This site used to be a strip mine. It got partially filled in. They built a cabin and rent it out to... to hunters. There's a lake at the bottom with trout in it if you like fishing."

The car pulled up slowly to a stop before the cabin, a story-and-a-half affair, clean and rustic. I saw a red tomcat stalking something into the bushes, but then it leaped and vanished.

"Why don't you relax. I'll make us dinner. The upstairs room is yours. I'll sleep on the couch." He carried a bag of groceries in.

I shed my traveling clothes, and took a long, hot shower. Wrapping my body in a fluffy towel, I padded out to the kitchen and watched his back as he chopped the woody stems off a bunch of asparagus, and hand-whisked an egg cream sauce he poured over it.

"You could have anyone you want." I said, almost without thinking. He turned around, saw me standing there in nothing but a towel, blushed and half-turned away, but his eyes were dragged back to me. "You're still young, and healthy. You have money and you're a good cook. Why are you alone?"

He stared at the ground at my feet. He was quiet a long time. The white fish sizzled in their pan. I was about to apologize when he finally said,

"I have a darkness."

I just about laughed. What didn't I know about darkness? But the way he said it was so soft, so quiet, like it was welling up from deep within him. I made a soft sound in my throat.

"I had a woman once. A very special girl. I don't know why she loved me, but she did. We were going to... we were engaged. She wore my ring on her finger. But I kept this part of me from her. I couldn't bear the thought of telling her, and I couldn't bear the thought of keeping it a secret. It kept me up at night. If we were going to be together for eternity, she had to know what she was getting into. Who she was marrying. All of me.

"So... one day I sat across from her. I made sure that the door was unlocked, and that she sat close to it. She looked at me with her blue eyes shining. My heart ached. I didn't want to tell her."

He plated the food and set them on the small kitchen nook. Outside, the trees swayed in the breeze. I caught a flash of the cat outside, then it was gone again. "Are you... are you going to eat like that?"

"Uh... sorry." I said. I changed upstairs into the spare clothes I had brought - my hiking jeans and the t-shirt with the teddy bear and heart on it. Then we sat at dinner, quiet for a moment. The setting sun shone through the autumn leaves, lighting the cabin like stained glass.

When I raised my head again, he resumed: "I told her the darkness that is in me. I spelled it out. Every fantasy. Every dark feeling. And as I went, I saw her face become paler and paler. That light in her eyes died and was replaced with horror. Horror at who I was! She stood up, and I felt pinned to my chair. She looked at me with... with disgust. Like I was vermin. She took off my ring, and I think then if she had thrown it at me I would have... I don't know what I would have done. Something I could never take back. But she didn't. She set it down carefully in front of me.

"'We're over,' she said. 'If you contact me again, I'll call the police.'"

He stopped there, his voice choked with emotion. I cut a piece of asparagus, dipped it in the bechamel sauce, and ate it. I was so surprised by the flavor bursting inside my mouth I exclaimed, "It's delicious!"

He smiled at me. "Thank you." he said. There was sadness in his eyes.

"So, your fiancee - ex-fiancee. Did you try to contact her again?"

He shook his head. "I loved her so much I would do anything she said. Even when she commanded me to never speak with her again, I obeyed her completely."

I finished all the asparagus and a quarter of the fish. I put my hand into the center of the small table. "I'm sorry that happened to you. I know you loved her. Sometimes, for people like us, the darkness is too much."

His hand extended to mine, then paused. "How could I ever love anyone again after that? Knowing that if I ever revealed my full self to them, they would reject me? I couldn't bear it again."

His hand passed by mine and picked up my plate. "You'd better get some sleep," he said. He turned his back to me. "Tomorrow I will kill you."

I lay upstairs on the king-sized bed. It was the largest bed I'd ever slept on. The warmth of the cabin and the audible hush of the woods outside lulled me into a gentle sleep.

I woke up with a roaring noise shaking the cabin. I slid from the bed onto wobbling feet. It felt like I was moving through fresh concrete. The room careened wildly, and I stumbled from handhold to handhold until I all but fell down the stairs.

"Maya, what's wrong?" he said. He got up, the blanket sliding off of him. Shadows deepened the definition of his body. The roar came louder, shaking the windows until I thought they would shatter. I stumbled forward and he grabbed me up in his arms.

"Don't you hear it?" I asked him. I think my eyes were wide in the darkness of the cabin, whites exposed, pupils dilated. He held me close, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his body. His lips brushed against my hair.

"I don't hear anything except the wind in the trees."

I trembled against him and listened hard. The roaring was gone. The room stopped spinning. I began to sob into his chest. "Oh. Oh. Oh. It has to be soon," I begged him. "Kill me soon. I'm so frightened."

He held me in his arms and we sank together back onto the couch. He stroked my hair. "It's just a few hours to sunrise, then we can start, Maya. Be strong. It won't be long now."

I lifted my face from his chest. He smelled clean and like a man should smell. I blinked up into his eyes. It was dark, and I couldn't make out their color. Had they been brown? I put my hand on his chin and turned his face so I could see better. He breathed out, and I breathed his breath in. I leaned forward and kissed the side of his lips.

"Maya... I..." his body tensed, like a startled rabbit.

"Yes." I said. "The answer to all your questions is yes. No more words."

I raised my hands over my head, pulling my shift off. He looked down at my body. I took his hand and guided it to my chest. I felt his fingertips brush against my naked breasts and my flesh goosebumped in response. I opened my lips against his, my nose nestled against the side of his nose. Our breath became one breath. My heart fluttered as his fingers found my nipples; they hardened under his touch.

I pushed him down onto the couch. He lost his shyness, and I felt his manhood swell against my body. His hands roamed over my shoulders and breasts. I slipped off my panties; they disappeared into the darkness. I slid my sex up and down on his. Heat radiated from my core, making my body flush, and my nectar made us slick.

I slid down to the corner of the couch, kneeling and bent over. I pressed my lips to his balls. He twitched and groaned. I opened and closed them against his sensitivity, then planted a kiss at the base of his cock. My fingers wrapped around his shaft, and I held it away from his body as I kissed my way up the underside. It trembled in my hands. I smelled his musk and tasted my juice on it.

I opened my lips around his cockhead and took it into my mouth. I had a sudden sense of nostalgia; my fingers drummed on his shaft and stroked his balls. He bucked his hips, sending himself deeper into my mouth. His hands ran through my hair.

I sucked and licked at his cockhead until I tasted the first salty tang of his precum, then I lifted my mouth from him. Fairy-bridges of saliva trailed from my lips to his glans. I kissed my way up his abs and his chest, kissed his neck, up his chin and found his mouth. He opened his hungry lips for me, and I pressed my tongue against his. Electricity jolted through my body, curling my toes. I rubbed my wetness against him, his hardness parting my folds. His hand reached down, parted my lips, and he guided himself in. I lifted myself up on my knees and sank down on him, feeling him open and fill me. I groaned, or he groaned, or we both groaned.

I started moving up and down, leaning over him, my lips hungrily kissing his face. I felt his bristles against my sensitive lips. The fingertips of one hand ran down my side, sending shivering ripples through my body, then his nails raked up my back, over my shoulder blades and neck. I arced and pressed myself back against him. His manhood slipped deeper inside of me.

In the darkness, our bodies throbbed together; we breathed each others' breaths and our heart beats synchronized to each other. I clenched on top of him and he pulsed below me. Bottle rockets ignited inside me, spiraled up my spine, and burst inside my head. Their brightness blotted out all conscious thought, sending me reeling into a field of white.

Somewhere, I heard myself scream as my orgasm clenched me, but here, it was so quiet. Waves of pleasure buffeted me from every side, pushing my under. I couldn't take a breath. I never wanted to breathe again if it meant leaving here.

Seconds and hours and eternities passed and then I came back. I heard my own gasping squeaks as my orgasm drained the tension from my muscles and I collapsed on top of him. I nuzzled my face against his neck, underneath his ear. His whiskers scratched against my face. He held me hard to him, his hips still bucking, his manhood pulsing and filling me up inside.

"I love you, Maya," he whispered to me. I put a finger to his lips. "Don't," I told him, "It will make what you have to do tomorrow harder." The night drifted through me, and I don't know if I slept or if I lay awake, feeling his warm solidity beneath me, until the sun rose, filling the cabin with dappled light.

I slipped off him and let him sleep. I took a shower. The last shower of my life, I thought as the warm water cascaded the soap off my body. I got dressed again, in my hiking boots, jeans and t-shirt, this time putting my jean jacket on top to protect against the morning chill. When I was ready, he handed me a tall glass of something pink.

"What's this?"

"Berry smoothie with protein powder. We're both going to go hard this morning. You'll need the energy." I sipped it. It was delicious! My body felt empty from last night. I drank half and had to stop myself. I didn't want to be full for the chase. He finished his.

"Are we ready?" I asked. I was eager to get going now that the day was here.

He nodded, his mouth a flat line. "Of course. Make it across the cut and up the other side and it's two miles to State Road 400. That's your goal. There shouldn't be anyone on it at this hour."

"Fine. State Road 400. I'll make it there or die trying."

There was a brief second and then he laughed. "Maya, you are the woman of my dreams. You're the only person who accepts the darkness within me. And I have to kill you.

"Fuck, I love you. You have five minutes once you leave. Whenever you are ready. I won't go easy on you." He knelt down, and picked up his gear. A compound bow, polished and gleaming, gears oiled.

"Well, that's not fair." I laughed.

"Life's not fair." he said. "You said I'd live out my fantasy. I'm only ever going to get to do this once, so I thought hard about it. A gun's too quick. A knife's too messy. This is the perfect instrument to kill you: clean, quick, personal."

I put my hand on the door leading out. His fingers went to the dials of his watch. I opened the door and smelled the fresh, clean, cool air in my lungs. I put one foot over the threshold. I heard the tiny click, and he said. "Five minutes."

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This is the moment my entire life has been building towards.

I bolt, leaping off the steps of the porch onto the dirt path in front of the cabin. I turn from the road, and run down into the cut. Tree limbs and long grasses grab at my jacket and jeans. I stumble through a thorn bush; I see it coming but can't change my momentum downslope fast enough. I hold my arms in front of my face and crash through it. Thorns piercing my jacket and jeans, jabbing into my skin.

I hold out my hands, grabbing at saplings and branches to try to slow my downward run. My boots skid over fallen leaf litter. If I fall, this could all be over sooner than later. But then the slope evens out and I'm running over flat ground; my feet join a path that meandered down from the cabin to the artificial lake at the bottom. The tarn extends about the length of a soccer pitch in both directions. I decide that taking the little fishing boat docked at the end of the pier would only make me a sitting duck. I go right instead, since that way appears to offer the most cover.

I don't hear anything and then an arrow shaft thunks into a tree trunk next to my head. I twist and duck and juke, looking behind me. I catch a flash of his blue jacket half-way up the cut; he's braced against a tree, lining up another shot. I slip on leaf litter and scramble to get the trees between him and me.

"I'm coming for you, Maya!" he calls out, his voice echoing across the gulch. It's not very intimidating, as far as it goes; but I appreciate the effort, and my heart thumps loudly in my ears.

The trees here are grown wild. The undergrowth slows me down. They are dense behind me now as I make the turn around the tarn. But then they thin out: I've strayed too close to the lake, and I glance over my left shoulder across the clear water sparkling as the sun makes a late rise over the hilltop. I see him moving at the water's edge, arrow notched, bow down. His eyes pick me out and he raises his bow. I duck back into the trees and a sharp pain rises from my side. I put my back against a tree, and look down. The arrow grazed my right side; it's barely bleeding. I wonder why I didn't think to bring any kind of first aid kit.

Well, live and learn.

I keep going. The morning is chill, maybe forty degrees, but the run is hard, and my heart is beating a mile a minute. My breath labors, and sweat dampens my shirt to my body. I pass the tarn and begin the climb upslope. This side hasn't been developed, and I have to scramble up on all fours, using the trees as handholds to pull myself up the steeper parts. I have no time to plan my route upslope; my death stalks close behind me.

I reach the top of the slope, breathing hard, arms and legs aching. I look back over the sparkling tarn. I don't see him anywhere. It's only when I turn back to continue my run toward State Road 400 that I see him, a hundred yards away, already at the top of the slope.

I run, sprinting away, but the tree line ends quickly and I hear his boots crunching behind me. The trees give way to a long open field that ends in another wall of trees about a mile away. I sprint hard, remembering to juke left or right, but that costs me speed and distance.

The first arrow buries itself into the soft sward a yard away from me. I dodge in the other direction, put my head down and pour on speed. I glance behind me, my hair lashing against my face; I move it out of the way and see him steady himself. His bow is raised, string taut, eye closed. He doesn't seem to be breathing. The arrow tip moves a fraction and then there's a blur and then I'm rolling on the ground as pain screams up through my right calf.

I clutch my leg; the arrow has embedded itself in my calf muscle, almost all the way through. I scream in pain, holding my leg up. I can see him approach me, his face an unreadable rictus. I still myself, biting my lip to hold down the scream. I force myself to lay still, pressing down the dead stems of grass.

"Finish me," I say, tears in my eyes.

"Yes," he says, "In a bit." He puts his bow on the ground, then kneels between my legs. I kick away from him. There's something in his eyes now. Something that wasn't there last night, or that he had buried so deep it wasn't even a flicker. Something the bloodlust of the hunt had awakened.

He grabs my legs and pulls me toward him. "There's another part of my fantasy. You might remember it from our roleplays."

"Jesus fucking Christ," I say between gritted teeth. "Just kill me already."

I hear a slither of metal on leather as his knife comes out.

"You said you'd kill me cleanly."

"You said you'd be my fantasy. Now be a good girl and stay still."

He presses my wounded leg back; the muscle flexes on the arrow protruding from it and I howl in pain. His other hand runs the knife up my other leg toward my crotch.

"You'll be dead soon. Just let me have this."

I bite my lip. I can almost deal with it. Just a little more. I remember our lovemaking the night previously. It was so good. A part of me wants this, past the pain and fear. A part of me longs to let the hunter have his conquest. I lay back and try to hold still.

But then the Earth roars. I can feel it tremble beneath me, feel the grains of the soil vibrate like an earthquake. The noise is so loud it splits my ears; my hunter is saying something but I can't hear it anymore. I raise my head and look past him. There, coming up out of the gulch, shoving mature tree trunks aside like blades of grass, is a lion, as tall as three men, sword-toothed, jaws gaping and dripping saliva like serpents onto the ground, sinews sliding under its skin. Above it, darkness occludes the cloudless sky like ink spilled in water.

The terrors I felt at night come back, here in the daylight; my heart feels like it is going to explode in my chest. My guts clench. My hunter pauses, looks into my eyes, then looks behind him. The lion is right on top of him, its jaws opening wide to consume his entire body.

I grab the arrowshaft in my leg and yank it out; pain competes with fear in my scrambled brains, and I lash out at my hunter. The arrow head finds his cheek, and gouges down it. He screams, letting my legs go, hands to his face. I turn; I can't watch the lion devour him, scramble to my feet and sprint. The earth trembles with every footfall of the lion, but now I can run faster than ever, the certainty of death making every muscle fiber burn.

Air whistles past my ears. The dry sward is a blur on either side of me. I'm sure the lion has consumed him behind me; I feel a pang of remorse stab through my being. I killed him; I killed him; in my own selfishness, I killed him. I crash into the treeline. The dark trees clutch at my arms and ankles, trying to halt me, but I power through them. I have to reach State Road 400. I don't remember why. But I have to.

Then I'm out of the trees again. I see the road glisten like a silver lake in the mist ahead of me. I stumble toward it. I'm almost there.

Pain stabs through my belly. I look down. An arrow pierces me through; blood wells quickly, soaking my shirt and jacket where it juts from my body. I take another step and then another arrow nicks my shoulder blades, lodging awkwardly between my bones. I collapse to my knees, twisting around as I do so to face my predator.

The hunter steps from the tree line. A trickle of blood creeps down his face. He notches another arrow.

"Why, Maya? Why!?"

"You can never forget me now."

The arrow is aimed at my heart. I raise my hands up away from my sides, giving him a clean shot. "Finish me!" I beg him. I wonder where the lion went to? The colors of the world bleed into the pain in my body.

Then I feel a sharp pang in my heart; my love for all the world explodes out, and my own blood fountains from my chest. He drops his bow and runs to me, skidding on his knees, and now his arms are wrapped around me, stroking my hair. "Maya! Oh Maya! I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" His sobs rock both our bodies. My hemorrhaging blood turns his blue jacket red.

I want to tell him it's ok; I want to tell him I see Jason and Rebecca and their child, smiling, safe and happy. I want to tell him he did good by me. I want to tell him I love him and his darkness and I want to tell him to be free to love again. But I can't say anything. A sense of euphoria fills me. The roaring is gone. The fear is gone. I smile at him.

Arabella's Home Invasion Nightmare

by Callous Thunderstorm

Synopsis: This is an extreme horror story about a young woman whose home is invaded; she is beaten, raped, tortured and finally stabbed to death by a masked intruder.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING

The following story contains: noncon, maledom, femsub, violence, beating, rape, anal, anal to oral, torture, breath play, knife play, and snuff.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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Arabella pulled into her driveway after a long day of job hunting. The 25 year old woman let the car idle in the driveway as she put her forehead to the steering wheel and waited. When the tears did not come today as they had on so many previous days, she turned off her car and headed inside her home.

Three years. Three years after graduation and she still did not have a meaningful job. In her desperation, six months ago she had set up an onlyfans where she revealed her body to horny strangers. She couldn't believe how few men had subscribed. Her friends were always telling her how hot she was: 5'8", long platinum-blonde hair, pale blue eyes and large d-cup breasts. A natural hour glass figure other women killed themselves for. But the competition for horny men's money and time online was fierce, and her need to make ends meet, especially laboring under a ton of student loans and a mortgage, competed with her desire to get a real, meaningful job as a teacher. She wanted to change people's lives for the better, not just make lonely guys horny.

The job interviews today had not gone well. "What have you been doing since college?" was not a question she could answer without sounding like a slut, and no one would hire a slut to teach. Even though she kept her onlyfans and internet persona under a different name, she feared that in any table full of interviewers, at least one guy must recognize her. Must already know what her tits look like under her demure button-up blouse.

Inside her home, her life felt even more empty. There was the room with her recording equipment where she played the slut online. She ignored that room for tonight. She just couldn't handle it. She wanted to be alone with her angst. She rifled through the mail. More bills - utilities and the mortgage were due this week. Maybe she would have to go online after all? If she was lucky, one of her few onlyfans subscribers would be online, and might part with a hundred bucks to see her get her tits out.

She stepped out of her one-inch pumps, then stripped off her blouse and skirt. She padded into the bathroom, took off her reducing bra and panties, then took a long, steaming shower. The hot water flowed down her curves, and she turned her face up into the spray, pulling her long hair back. It relaxed her and some of her worries spiraled down the drain with the water.

The shower prevented her from hearing any noise as the intruder jimmied open her back door. Jed was wearing black leather and a black balaclava. He had a combat knife on his belt, and a small bag filled with goodies at his hip. He had been waiting, watching her driveway from his van.

The spotter had provided pictures, a link to her onlyfans, and her personal address. "Kill the bitch," he had listed. "Beat her, rape her, torture her, snuff her. Whores like her deserve it."

Jed had picked up the bounty. He'd do this one inside her own home, which was far enough away from her nearest neighbor that no one would hear her screaming. As her perused her nudes on his phone while waiting for her, he whistled. Damn, she was a looker. He really liked the freckles smattered on her cheeks and nose. It gave her a sexy girl next door look.

He slipped into her home, hearing the noise of the shower. He adjusted the go-pro on his forehead. The client was paying for a first-person view of the action. He position himself in the hallway outside of the bathroom, and waited.

Arabella turned off the shower, slid open the curtain and stepped out. She toweled off in one of her fluffy towels, running it up her legs and down her arms before rubbing it into her midsection and then her breasts. Finally, she dried off her hair, brushing it in the mirror. She leaned over the sink, staring into her own pale blue eyes in the mirror. She held her gaze for a long moment. No. She wouldn't go online tonight. She'd read a book instead. Maybe she'd close her onlyfans. Regain some of her own self-worth.

Jed heard her bare feet pad toward the bathroom door, then saw her pale body, gleaming naked and fresh, as she walked right past him. His hand shot out and clasped down on her shoulder.

Fear clenched at Arabella's heart as she felt a hand touch her. Her chest tightened as she turned, eyes widening in panic. A hulking masked man blocked the hallway to the stairs. She tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

Jed leered down at her. He stepped forward, pulling her toward him, and slammed his fist into her bare stomach. The girl crumpled around his fist, grunting as her eyes bulged.

He then pushed her body hard, slamming her against the opposite wall. He shifted his grip from his shoulder to her neck, wrapping his fingers around her slender neck and squeezing. Arabella gasped for air. She raised her hands to his forearm, but his muscles were taut like steel cables. He pushed her against the wall, sliding her body up it until her eyes was level with his and her feet kicked seven inches above the floor.

Jed stepped in close, his leather-clad body pressing against her delicate, naked skin. Her breasts flattened against his chest. He put his mouth under her ear, smelling the freshness of her washed skin and the fragrance of her shampoo. "You shouldn't have been such a whore online," he chided her. "Not that it would have mattered much."

In response, Arabella made a creaking noise from her throat.

Jed let her drop; Arabella gasped for air but did not miss a beat. She tried to summon everything she'd learned in her self-defense classes. She ducked under his arm and ran for the stairs.

Jed watched her go, chuckling, and followed her at an unhurried stroll.

Arabella hit the bottom of the stairs, and her momentum collided her with her front door. Immediately, her hands were on it. She didn't care that she was buck naked; she had to get away from the maniac. The handle turned and she yanked it open as hard as she could.

She yelped it surprise when the door wouldn't budge. She stumbled backward and fell on her butt.

"Tsk. Tsk." Jed chided. "Do you think I would be as unprepared as that? You silly girl." He stepped up to her, slowly drawing his long combat knife from its sheath. Arabella's pale blue eyes locked on the evil-looking blade. She pushed herself backwards, scooting on her butt. She raised her hands to defend herself. "Please, no..." she started to say. Her voice was a choked squeak.

Jed snatched up both her wrists easily and hauled her back up to her feet. He pressed his knife against her cheek. "I control the horizontal." Arabella held her breath as she felt the cold, unyielding blade slide down her tender skin.

"I control the vertical." His blade traced down the curve of her ample breast and rested on her aureole.

"I control you. Now, turn around and put your nose against the wall like a good girl. Remember, obey me or I will cut you into tiny pieces."

Jed didn't consider himself a liar. After all, he wasn't planning on cutting her into tiny pieces, just beating her and either strangling her to death, or gutting her - he hadn't made up his mind which yet. He didn't bother to explain this fine distinction to the girl. She had enough on her mind at the moment. He was very considerate that way.

Arabella turned around. She could still feel the masked stranger's presence behind her, intruding on her thoughts like a shadow. She looked into her living room, saw the wall art that spelled out L-O-V-E in four separate wooden letters, carved and painted with small flowers. She had made it in art class five years ago.

She turned to the wall and pressed her face against it, her nose touching the paint. "Please don't hurt me," she squeaked, "I'm complying."

Jed chuckled. "There's a good girl. Keep up that submissive attitude and I won't need to hurt you." Well, that was a lie, he thought to himself. Still, no reason to panic the poor thing.

Jed yanked her wrists behind her back. He took a pair of handcuffs from his pouch and ratcheted them down around her slim wrists, squeezing them extra tight to make sure she couldn't slip out. Her fingers opened and closed into fists repeatedly behind her.

He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her around. She looked up at him as he put his knife to her cheek again. "Now. Give me a blowjob. Make me cum and this will all be over."

Arabella gulped and nodded. She'd blown a few of her boyfriends in college, including one memorable 69. And she'd certainly sucked off enough cucumbers and dildos on her livestreams. "Yes, I'll make it good for you," she swallowed hard. "Please don't hurt me."

Jed grabbed her hair, pushed her body down and dragged her into her living room. He dropped his pants, sat on her couch and spread his legs. "Go on cunt. Prove to me you want to keep your skin."

Arabella trembled before him, hands behind her back. She got down on her knees. She could smell the musk from his crotch. She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his low-hanging balls. Jed reached out and she flinched, but all he did was move her hair to the side, to make sure the camera had a good view of her face as she pleasured him.

The busty platinum blonde kissed first one testicle, then the other, little delicate kisses, before she opened her mouth and sucked his balls into her mouth. She watched his thick cock grow larger in front of her face. She kissed her way up his thick sausage, lifting herself up on her knees. His cock was thicker and longer than any of her boyfriends' had been.

She reached his glans and gave it a tiny lick. Jed shivered in pleasure, and put his hands on her ears. "Suck now," he grunted. Arabella opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his glans. She lapped at his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the salt of his precum. She started bobbing her head up and down.

"Show me how much you want to live. Take it all," Jed grunted in pleasure. He pushed Arabella's head down until the tip of his manhood pressed against her uvula. Arabella made choking noises and drool flowed out of her mouth down his shaft. "Open up!" Jed demanded. She tried to relax her throat, and then with one thrust of his hips his cock thrust into her esophagus.

Arabella gagged. Behind her back, her hands twisted, fingers opening and closing, her terror making her desperate to defend herself. But her hands remained bound securely. She felt her helplessness like a weight pressing down on her mind. Her masked intruder wasn't just a psychotic man; in her mind he became as large as a shadow out of nightmare.

As the blonde girl gagged on his cock, Jed pressed her head down, forcing her lips around the base of his cock. His crotch hairs entered her nose, irritating her nasal passages. Tears, snot and drool ran out of Arabella's face, but she was helpless to resist. She tried to rise up, but the strength in his hands easily kept her locked into a balls-deep deepthroat.

Jed counted slowly to thirty, then released her. Arabella's freckled face lifted off his crotch and she wheezed for breath through her nose. Her face had started turning red from lack of oxygen. She turned her eyes to look up the length of his torso to his masked face. Fear made her toes curl.

Jed let the bitch continue to milk his cock with her mouth for fifteen minutes. He let her breathe for a bit, bobbing her pretty head up and down on his cock, then pressed her head down into another deepthroat, feeling her esophagus massage his cock with peristalsis. Each time, he held her face to his crotch a little longer; when he released her, he smiled to see the deeper shades of red her face took on each time.

Finally, he let her mouth up entirely. Fairy bridges of saliva arched from her lips to his cockhead. She gasped for breath and looked up at him. "Pl-please..." she gasped. Her throat felt sore from his cock violating it. "Please let me go now."

Jed raised an eyebrow, a performative act that the girl could not of course see because of his mask. "Let you go? But I haven't even cum yet. Come on up here. I want to taste those mouth-watering funbags of yours as you bounce on my cock."

Arabella shook her head no, but Jed grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and showed her his knife. "Would you rather me cut off some of your fingers and toes and then rape you anyways?"

Convinced by his calm, rational logic to be a good girl, Arabella stood up and straddled his legs. She pressed her sex onto his hard, wet cock, sliding it up and down. He heard the handcuffs clink behind her back. "Here, let me help you with that," he said, and gallantly held his hard cock away from his body as Arabella lowered her pussy onto it. Jed's fingers spread her lips, and then his cock slipped with a wet shlumpf into her tight vagina.

"Oh, fuck, bitch, you're already wet," he said, primarily for the benefit of the kind old man who had ordered Arabella raped and killed and would be watching the go-pro footage later. Arabella blushed, ashamed of her body's reaction to being forced to be submissive to a complete stranger. But fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and there are few things more terrifying for a young woman than a home invasion.

Arabella lowered herself slowly down onto her attacker cock. She felt him filling her up, her sensitive insides announcing every inch of his long cock like a conquering army parading through her center. Tears dripped from her eyes, and her big D-cup breasts bounced in front of Jed's face. He lifted his balaclava to reveal his mouth, revealing a shock of wiry gray mustache and beard. Arabella had heard the depths in his voice, but realizing the intruder was probably twice her age surprised her still.

In fact, it made her juice up a little. She had always had fantasies of older men. As the man wrapped his hands around her left breast and sucked her teat into his mouth, she groaned and began rotating her hips. Jed tasted the salt of her skin and felt the bumps on her aureole with his tongue, and was pleased at another bitch whose body betrayed her. They were all just fucking animals.

Arabella began moving slowly up and down. Her hands behind her back made it hard for her to balance, and she had to clench her abs to keep from toppling over. Jed kept her torso leaned over him and he slurped noisily first on one nipple, then on the other. Her nips became hard under his mouth, gleaming with his saliva.

She began moving more quickly, pumping herself up and down on his cock with her thighs. She squeezed herself down on him, and Jed groaned in pleasure. Arabella thought that after her came, he would leave her alone. She tried to hurry that process along by using her body as best she could, squeezing and pumping and thrusting and groaning. She made herself make fake orgasm noises, biting her lip, but Jed wasn't fooled. Instead, he bit down on her nipple; Arabella screamed as his teeth drew blood, but then she found herself clamping down on him extra hard, and her lubrication flowing.

"Cum for me," Jed growled at the young woman flopping her tits in his face. "Cum for me before I'll cum inside you."

Arabella fought hard to become really horny for him. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine a romantic dinner with a boyfriend; she imagined long kisses, and fingers stroking her skin, long foreplay before intercourse, just as she liked it.

Jed bit down on her other nipple, making her scream again, and bringing her out of her fantasy.

"Hurry up, bitch," he growled at her, "Or I'll bit your fucking nipple off."

Arabella pumped herself as fast as she dared, squeezing hard on his cock, each stroke nearly the full length of his shaft. Her face was flushed as her big tits flopped in his face. "Puh-please..." she begged, "Please touch my clitoris. Please let me cum..." she felt her orgasm start, building slowly like the ocean behind a dam.

"What will you do for me if I let you cum, bitch?" Jed snarled. Arabella gasped. What was he asking? She didn't know what to say, so she gasped, "Please... I'll do anything." it was becoming hard to think with the pressure building inside of her.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Just... please... let me cum."

Jed considered all the nasty things he wanted to do with this cute girl. He settled on something simple, to more quickly get to the main event of the evening: beating her sexy body to within an inch of her life, then snuffing her.

"Anal to oral."

Arabella gasped. She pumped herself up and down faster. Her thigh muscles and abs were beginning to ache with the strain; she felt like a machine that was about to burst at the seams. None of her old college lovers had ever been able to hold out half as long.

"Yes. Yes please, sir," she gasped. Anything to get this asshole out of her life. Anything to be rid of the home invasion terror. Anything to orgasm.

Jed sucked her nipple into his mouth and held it there as his hand went underneath her, pressing his fingers inside her sopping folds, and found her clitoris. As soon as his fingertip brushed it, Arabella's diaphragm clenched, arching her body, and her levy burst. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, and as his two fingers pinched her most sensitive bud, she began screaming in pleasure.

Arabella flopped and thrust like a madwoman on top of him. Jed's cock ached for release, but he held himself back even as her body torsioned down on him, squeezing him, trying to pump the cum out of him. Arabella's screams of pleasure turned into small squeaks, and she slowed down. Her lubrication flowed over them both, and their thighs smacking together wetly.

Jed grabbed her hair behind her head and forced her mouth into contact with his; she tasted the copper of own blood from her bitten nipples on his lips. His lips mashed into hers and his tongue probed into her mouth. She had a close view of his eyes, her wide pale blue eyes staring into his narrow hazel slits, so filled with malice and lust it made her body tremble.

"Get on the fucking ground!" He screamed at her. The sudden anger in his voice shocked her deeply, as she was trying to float in the luxury of her orgasmic aftermath - if she admitted it to herself, of the best orgasm she had ever had.

He stood up, pushing the girl off of him and onto the floor. She fell in a heap and curled up, staring up at the masked intruder, trembling with fear.

"Get on your knees ass in the air, bitch!" he screamed at her. He grabbed his belt from his pants and violently slashed it across her naked breasts. Arabella screamed in pain, and then twisted her body, getting on knees as he ordered her, face on the ground. Her fingers twisted useless behind her. She hated the fucking handcuffs maybe more than any other horror this evening. She felt if she could only use her hands, things would just get better. She looked back through her hair as he got on his knees behind her. She felt his hard cock, wet with her saliva and pussy juice, rubbing between her ass cheeks.

"Please no..." she begged, "I've never..."

SMACK! "AAAIIIIEEEE!!!" Jed slashed his belt between her shoulder blades. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he screamed at her as he started forcing his way into her puckered butthole.

Arabella panicked as his cock began bursting her open. She squealed, her tears flowing onto her carpet. SMACK! "AAIIIEEE!" he hit her again, this time on the shoulder. "Gunh gunh gunh pl-please top h-hitting meeeeeee...." she whined. With a huge thrust, Jed popped his cockhead into her tight sphincter; the rest of his shaft followed, plunging several inches inside of her with one thrust.

"GAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" Arabella screamed. The pain in her ass was unbelievable; it felt like his cock was an hot iron rod was being shoved inside her, larger and harder than any shit she had ever taken. And going the wrong way!

Jed grunted in happiness to see this pretty girl stuck on the end of his cock. He really wanted to whip her big titties more, but that was impossible because of the angle. He settled for smacking his belt down on her shoulders, her back, her arms, her hips and her butt, the sound of leather on soft, yielding flesh loud, almost as loud as the blonde's screams.

He lifted himself up on his toes, leaning over her, his hand pressing her face into the carpet. He began thrusting, slap slap slap, going balls deep into her anus with each thrust before pulling out again. Poor Arabella screamed with each thrust in.

"Pl-please..." she whimpered, "Please, it feels like you're tearing something inside of meeeee...."

"Good. You fucking deserve it, bitch!" Then he spit on her, right on her face, and his spittle trickled into her eye, where it mixed with her tears.

Jed luxuriated in the feel of the young woman's ass spasming on his thick cock. He slapped inside her, full, long hard strokes, extending his pleasure - five minutes, ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. The poor blonde girl stopped screaming with each individual thrust, and just keened in pain. Jed looked down and was not surprised to see blood coating his cock as he pulled it out and thrust it in. Maybe he had torn something inside of her? He chuckled.

After twenty minutes, Jed felt his cum rise in his balls. "Now bitch!" he snarled at his blonde fucktoy, "Get your mouth on my cock NOW!" he grabbed her hair, pulled himself out of her anus with a wet pop, then spun the girl around on her knees. The violence of it all made Arabella shut her eyes, but when she opened them, his cock - stained with her effluvia - bobbed in front of her face. She almost wretched.

"Get it in your fucking mouth!" Jed snarled. He raised his belt and slapped it down on her head. The pain startled her, more intense and private than any other, rattling her brain. Arabella opened her mouth, praying her nightmare would be over as soon as he came.

He grabbed her ears and thrust his stained and dripping cock into her face hole. She gagged, the smell of it overwhelming her, and he thrust in, banging open her throat and pushing himself balls-deep. He felt her throat massaging his cock; her felt her body struggle to breathe. Arabella tasted the disgusting mixture on his cock, and her body heaved, wanting to throw up, but with his cock thrust down her throat, there was no where for it to go.

Jed listened to her gagging and watched her body heave for a long time. He occasionally pulled back to let the poor suffering onlyfans whore take a wheezing breath through her nose before plunging back inside her again.

Arabella felt like her lungs were going to explode. Her face turned red, and then purple. Her fingers twisted behind her back. Her body bucked, but she could not pull her head out of his grip. She rubbed her tongue against the base of his cock, hurrying on his orgasm.

Jed felt her trying to make him cum, and finally allowed himself the luxury. He screamed, slapping at her head with his belt as he began spasming inside her, sending sticky, disgusting strands of cum directly down her throat and into her belly. The blows on her head and the lack of air made Arabella dizzy. The blows and the strain on her neck made her develop a throbbing headache.

Finally, after his cock softened up, he withdrew from her mouth. His cock was shiny clean with her saliva. He dropped Arabella, and her face slammed into the ground. Foul drool flowed out of her mouth and onto the carpet.

She was abused; raped in her mouth, cunt and ass. Beaten and dizzy and she had a headache; the blows to her sexy body and tits stung her. But she sobbed in relief. It was over. Or so she believed.

"Pl-please..." she begged from her position on the floor at his feet. "You got what you wanted. Please leave now..."

"What I wanted?" Jed laughed. "Are you kidding? Raping you was only foreplay. What I really want is to kill you!"

"No! No! NOOOOO!" Arabella screamed as her nightmare doubled back on itself. "I did what you wanted! Please let me live!"

Jed reached down and yanked the blonde girl up by her hair; her boobs wobbled. "No way, cunt. A nice old man paid to watch me beat you to death, and one good cum from him is more important than your entire life!"

His fist slammed into her belly. Arabella grunted and tried to double over, but he held her upright.

Holding her by the hair, he began smacking her belly, sides and tits - especially her gorgeous, round tits - with his belt. The leather smacked cruelly into flesh, and Arabella screamed as she tried to twist her body to avoid the blows. She kicked her legs, but Jed just stamped his boots down on her naked toes, crunching the bones with a sickening crack.

He continued beating her large, bouncing breasts with the belt until they were thickly crosshatched with angry red welts. Then he tossed his belt aside, closed his fingers into fists, and slammed them into her side. Once, twice. Three times. Four. Arabella grunted with each blow, her eyes opened wide and clear liquid flowed out of her open mouth. Then Jed pulled back, grabbed her head with both hands, and slammed her body down as he raised his knee to meet her face. The impact broke her nose, and he shoved her body to the side, blood flowing down her face.

"Run, bitch." Jed said, drawing his knife.

Arabella was terrified for her life. She had felt something burst inside of her body. Blood clogged her nasal passages and she had to take ragged breaths through her mouth.

Arabella staggered toward her kitchen, unable to straighten her torso up because of a blinding pain in her belly when she tried to do so. She saw the fresh flowers in a vase she had put on the counter this morning. She had tried to keep her spirits up, tried to put on a front of a happy, sexy girl for this hard world. And the hard world had repaid her kindness with rape and murder.

She tried to make it to the back door. Jed walked slowly behind her, dragging his knife along the walls and countertops. Arabella stood in front of the back door and stared at it stupidly. She could barely think; the pain in her body was driving out all other thoughts. She couldn't move her hands to open the door.

She turned to face him. He was only a few feet away, grinning at her. He licked the edge of his knife, his eyes glittering.

"Pl-please..." she tried to beg one more time. She barely had any voice; it was a whispering squeak of fear. Behind her back, her fingers fumbled with the lock of the back door, the poor thing not even remembering the trick Jed had played on her with the front door (a wedge in the doorframe that prevented it from opening.)

"Please. I d-did what you wanted. Please l-leave. I w-won't t-tell anyone." her voice quavered in fear. Her eyes were glued to the evil knife.

"No," Jed said, smiling at her almost - almost - kindly. "You won't."

He stepped forward and plunged his knife into her firm belly. Arabella caterwauled as she felt her insides rip, and then blood began to vomit from her mouth as Jed sawed the blade across her belly. Her guts opened up, and when Jed withdrew his knife, her intestines flopped down wetly on the floor at their feet.

With one hand, he held her neck, pressing her back against the door. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, his eyes looking directly into hers. His other hand ran the blade up her side; Arabella's skin goosebumped, and then he shoved and twisted it up underneath her left breast, slicing it off her body in three hacking strokes. Arabella yowled at the horrible mutilation; blood welled up from her mouth, coating Jed's mustache and beard. He kept his hazel eyes locked on her pale blue eyes.

He held her there, sheathed his knife, and his free hand ran up and into the gaping hole where her breast had been, fingers probing past bleeding tissues and stroking the bones of her ribcage. It took twenty minutes for Arabella to die, the life slowly ebbing out of her, her breath coming more and more slowly in wheezing, blood-soaked gasps. Finally, her body chuddered, and she breathed out one last time. Jed breathed in, taking her last breath into his body and holding it as long as he could before he let it back out.

Her released his grip on her neck. Arabella's beautiful corpse thumped onto the ground, on top of her spilled intestines. Jed grabbed his plastic-lined duffel bag, and placed the dead girl inside it, folding up her limbs so she looked like she was curled up and sleeping. He plopped her sliced-off breast in there with her and zipped her up. No use in wasting a pretty corpse. Her pretty freckled face would make a good masturbation sock. He slung the bag over his shoulder and hummed 16 Horsepower's Black Soul Choir to himself, taking pride in a good job well done.

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A week later, his secretary looked in on the principal. "The hiring committee has come back with its recommendation," she said, plopping the official paperwork onto his desk. "Top pick is that Arabella girl. She's the best fit for the job. We can give her an offer anytime."

The principal looked at the gray-haired matron. "Well, unfortunately, it seems that lady is no longer responding to our calls. We'll have to go with the next candidate in line."

"Oh, that's a shame," his secretary said, then turned back to her busy day and thought nothing more of it. Once he was alone in his office again, the principal turned on the go-pro footage and watched the scene where Arabella sucked the man's cock again. He smiled. Yes. A whore like her got what she deserved. He'd have to remember to cancel his onlyfans subscription; it's not like she was going to post any more pictures.