Greetings. My name is Jordyn, and I have given my dear friend Khalani permission to post a few of my stories for you all.
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The Brutal End
The door slammed shut, it felt as if it was a blow, she lay on the bed still to shocked to realize that this was their end. As the tears welled in her eyes, her body numb staring at the blood smeared on her body she replayed the scene in her memory.
Friday night, everything should have been fun and happy, but it was not. She had a feeling all day that something would go wrong, when he called to ask her to meet him and a few of his friends at the bar, she smiled. She loved being with him. Quickly dressing and applying a bit of make-up she grabbed her purse and keys and left. Her spirits were high, but her gut warned her, and she foolishly ignored the constant gnawing.
The bar was hopping, typical for a friday night, and the bouncer grinned and let her in. "How are you pretty lady?" He always asked her that, and her reply was always the same "better with you here to protect me" he would pinch her butt as she walked by. She was used to it. As she saw his dark blonde hair, she smiled, how she loved running her hands through it, his naked body pressed against hers. She licked her lips thinking of their relations. Concern crossed her face as she looked at the other men sitting with him. The gnawing became a nauseating warning.
They seemed pleasant enought, and a few drinks seemt to have eased some of her intuition. A few more and she forgot all about it, to caught up in all the attention that she was receiving from the four men, not catching the signs of danger. The innocent discussion about snuff films, the joking about how the vikings knew how to rape and pilllage, that it must have been a glorius time to live. As the dirnks increased her senses decreased.
The familiar call of last round barely sank in as two of the strange men lifted her off the chair, she couldn't remember their names. Feeling nauseated she looked around to see her boyfriend, he had his arm around the other guy and they were play jabbing eachother in the ribs, she smiled at the silly play men could engage in. As they loaded her in the van, she smiled at the carpeted interior and the bed that filled half the back. She was tossed on the bed in a heap, she felt the world spin, and trying to sit up, found comfort in seeing her sweet blond gentleman sleeping next to her. She curled up next to him and still spining like a planet fell asleep.
She was awoken and shaken roughly awake, still groggy she was led out the van, and seeing nothing familiar she felt a panic began to rise, her boyfriend was no where to be seen.
Looking up in blue eyes, cold as steel and hard as flint she felt a chill grip her throat, unable to hide, tears began to well up in her eyes, and she finally admitted her fear, seeing this ominous stranger standing above her, a large survival knife in his hand, blood was dripping from the tip. His smile gleemed as the blade. He said nothing as he smacked her crisply against the face, she was to frightened to react. "he changed his mind at the last minute, but we needn't worry about him anymore" he said icily. She shivered at the tone as his hands began to feel her flesh, she realized she was naked, but did not remember removing her clothing.
As his body began to lean down to hers she heard a familiar moan, yet it was different, and she felt a faint glimmer of hope at the sound. The steely eyed man stopped and his grin became even more sinister, a bone chilling chuckle rose in his throat as he looker her dead in the eyes. "Have you ever heard some one die?" he asked, she sensed a bit of amusement in his voice and her eyes grew wide with fear as she followed his look to the corner. She saw her boyfriend hunched over, his slashed clothing soaking up his blood. As the steely eyed man strode towards him, all she could do was shake her head and bite her lip as he jerked her handsome love up to his feet. The steely eyed man dragged him in front of her, and began to trace the knife along his chest, and with a skilled twist of his wrist the shirt was slit and removed.
she saw that beautiful chest that she had spent hours laying on discussing dreams and marriage, all those happy memories that lovers often play with, and the tears began to overflow her eyes, and trickle down her face. "Will you beg for him?" she looked again in those steel eyes. Her eyes wide with fear and horror, she tried to wipe the now freely flowing tears away with the back of her hand and just nodded. The next laugh was more frightening than the last. "You stupid little bitch! if I wanted a nod I would tell you that, I want a fucking answer or I'll slit his bastard throat right now!" She began to shiver "yes" she weakly replied. She saw anger flash in those eyes. "God dammit you females are stupid!" He dragged the serrated blade across her lovely man's chest, his scream encouraged her to yell out. "Yes! oh god yes I will beg for him, please don't do that" her tears were torrents, her eyes screamed the panic she felt in her heart. A look of smug satisfaction passed across his face, closing his eyes in pleasure he tipped his head back.
"Now little whore get down on your knees and amuse me" His eyes pierced her soul and she mindly obeyed, kneeling before the two men. His grin still had not changed, the sick pleasure obvious. "Lick the blood" he said flatly, she looked up at him confused. "Lick the blood from this meat's chest or I will do it for you" again he dragged the blade across the once smooth chest, slightly harder this time, she winced as another scream blasted through the room. Quickly she leaned forward and choked down the salty flavor, thick like iron. "Lap it like the bitch you are" he said bemused, and as she began to gingerly lick his wounds, he reached down and shoved her face into the wounds. Again a scream of agony escaped those soft lips, now bruised.
She couldn't breath, she smelled and felt nothing. Just a sickening slimy texture invading her nose, her mouth, she felt it matting her hair, all she could hear were the pained moans, and the tears were refreshed as she again realised who's moans of agony they were. She felt a rough hand jerk her face away and by her hair lift her up, her womanhood coming to a cruel restin place in front of her lovers broken and bloodied nose. The gentle blonde man tried using that familiar scent for comfort, but only found torture there.
Hard, cruel lips pressed her's painfully against her teeth, a sharp tongue forced it's way through her lips and unable to breathe she had no choice but to open her mouth. The tongue felt odd and repulsive in her mouth, the cold slobber sickening her, mingling with the lingering taste of blood she gagged a bit. It was met with another slap, this one hard enough to slam her to the bed. "so you bitch, I make you sick?" the steely eyed man hissed with hate. She just stared, tasting her own blood now in her mouth, and saw the blade raised high. It was brought down forcefully into the abdomen, an odd sucking sound followed, as she heard her kind man exhale in agony, unable to catch his breath. Again and again she watched as the knife was plunged deep into his cavity and quickly pulled out, the glazed look of those hazel eyes killed her heart as she saw the man who once brought her so much pleasure and joy slip away. She let herself slip away with his spirit.
Her eyes became a glassy red as she laid on the bed in shock, looking at her lovers blood on her hands and feeling it beginning to dry on her face, she felt the tightness as it began to bruise. Numbly she let her eyes drift to the still body on the floor and so engrossed in what she just witnessed she failed to notice the steely eyed man slipping behind her until she felt his weight on the bed. She froze still, closed her eyes and prayed to whatever god may be listening to her.
She felt a rough finger slide up her back, not tenderly but softly, her body shuddered at the touch, and she felt goosebumps began to prickle on her skin. His finger was followed by his hand and as she closed her eyes wishing with what heart she had left that this was all a bad dream she felt the hand close around her neck, and slowly, tightly squeeze. She felt the blood began to pulse in her head, and dizziness began to well up and she saw glittering lights beneath her close eyelids, and felt a rush as she was shoved to the bed. Her eyes jerked open at the blow.
He was above her, admiring the rush of blood leaving her reddened face a deathly pale, he mused at how beautiful the dried blood complimented the yellowish purple bruises, he brushed a strand of blood crusted hair from her face and fell upon her. He kissed her hungrily and possessively, the squirming exciting him even more, he began to wrap his arms around her neck.
That precious little neck, so curved and smooth, he was oblivious to the white turning red, in his passion did not notice the little wheezing and as he became hard with desire, forced her graceful legs apart with his, and with no niceties, slammed in to her, releasing her neck at the sensation, her tight hole resisting, his strong beast ripping her, her scream of agony, a crescendo of music to his ears, the tears and fright in her eyes whipping him into that madness, and with visions of the knife slamming into the body he felt as if he was the knife, her frail body it's sheath.
Grabbing a handful of her hair he pinned her and continued his battering, her screams now just shocked tears, and as he felt his seed explode into her he moaned loud and as hard as he came, jerking her hair hard as he slammed into her one final time. She lay there empty eyed, staring at the rain stained ceiling, he briefly wondered what was on her mind. Seeing the bruises even darker, he realized he was hungry and removed himself from her broken body, leaving her to her broken mind.
Going to the closet he pulled out some sodering wire, and preceeded to bind her tightly. He then pulled some duct tape out of the night stand drawer, he stuffed her ripped stockings in her mouth and placed the tape over. After he was confident that she would not be leaving him he started a shower. Dried himself off, and dressed. As he passed the bed he stopped briefly to pinch her nipple and kissed her forehead. He walked out and slammed the door, she heard the click as he locked it.
The blow cracked across her face as her eyes jolted open. “miss me sweetheart?” the voice sent a shiver down her spine and fear went up to her throat. She met his steely cold eyes and and cringed as his hand landed again, drawing blood from her lip. The wire had cut circulation off from her hands, and she could no longer feel them, and she felt hunger gnawing at her stomach, she could taste the foulness that the site of him brought in her mouth, despite the stocking that was taped. She stared at him, still caked with blood.
“You’re a mess!” he said hatefully and spitefully, and grabbing the knife from the nightstand approached her. She closed her eyes hoping that he was going to finish her, but much to her dismay he cut free her bindings and jerked her by the hair and dragged her to the tub. He had already drawn the water and she could see the steam rising as he grabbed her up and dropped her in. She felt the hot water scaled her skin and her cry of agony brought a smile his face, as he grabbed a back brush and some soap he began…to lather her cruelly and mercilessly, she just sat there and quietly cried, not wanting to anger him. He used a pleasant smelling shampoo and just as roughly cleaned her hair. She focused on the pleasant smell and tried to block out the pain her body was slowly becoming accustomed to.
He jerked her out of the tub, and with little care left her standing there shivering, as he took his time gathering some toiletries. He then grabbed a soft towel and began to rub her down, admiring the bruises and gashes on her once perfect pale flesh. He took his time drying her arms, tracing a finger lovingly along the still bleeding bind marks on her wrist, and caressed her swollen eye. She stood there not moving, just wanting him to leave her alone. Her stomache sank as she felt his repulsive tongue began to lick her face and dive into her mouth, lowering her to the floor, she complied. Finding the ache of her hunger a pleasant distraction.
Finally finishing with a disgusting grunt he led her back to the main room and still naked set her on the bed, he gave her a cold burger with dry fries and sat down across from her to watch her eat. She picked up, and unwrapped the burger and biting into it, frowned a bit at the coagulated grease, seeing that look of anger flash across his face, she quickly forced the grimace away and smiled taking another bite. Shoving some of the dry fries in her mouth. He continued watching her eat with a very satisfied grin on his face.
After she finished the cold meal, coagulated grease still in her mouth, she just sat and looked at the floor, the hot water had eased some of her aches, but the bruises still hurt. She bit her tongue, and focused on the pain there to not grimace at hers. She shifted a bit as she felt his cold, hard eyes watching her, and he got up and smacked her. “Don’t like me looking at you slut!” He hissed as she fell to the bed, the blow awakening the blood on her lips, she sniveled a bit. He hit her again, and was quickly on top of her and unzipping his pants. She clenched her eyes shut, hoping he would not notice her tears. He grinned as he slammed into her.
She again bit her tongue to keep from screaming in pain, as she felt him tearing inside, and her stomache lurched as she felt him fully emersed, a bit of saliva dripped from his mouth onto her forehead. It was hot and slimy, she smelt old liquor on his breath, as he slobbered on her neck, and bit her breast. His grips on her wrists made her hands numb and she laid there, praying again to gods who looked away.
The pleasure was exquisite, the resistance of her flesh, gradually welcoming him with the moisture. Her tears he relished, he knew she loved him when she cried, she was learning her lessons. He knew that girls like her liked being punished. They were dirty girls that needed to be taught that they were property. As these thoughts filled his head he began to shove harder and he could hear her whimpers. It drove him to a madness, and he dug his nails into her little wrists, he tipped his head back, his sick pleasure being fed and continued pumping, hearing her screams made him enjoy the sensation and as he heard her screams turn to cries, he let himself go, and moaned a loud and gutteral sound as he felt his seed shoot into her, he made a few more shoves emptying everything and collapsed on her, he smiled in satisfaction feeling her chest heave, and looking at her bruised face, the blood dribbling from the corner of her pouty mouth, the closed eyes moist with tears he began to kiss her softly, brushing her hair away from her face. She felt none of the kindness.
She awoke to find herself bound by those wires, she just laid there, afraid to move. The grumbling in her belly was a pleasant distraction from the pain she still wasn't use to. Her throat was dry and parched, she couldn't remeber the last time she had a drink, her bladder ached, and her hands again were numb and cold, her heard throbbed and she felt the sickening trickle of fluids between her legs. Hearing nothing she softly began to cry.
She awoke this time to the door slamming and looked up with fearful eyes, he smiled at her lustfully, he deposited some plastic bags and Walking over he untied her, untwisting the wire and unwrapping it from her gashed flesh, releasing the blood flow. He lifted her up and took her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet. "Now you be a good girl, and I won't have to tie you up anymore" he said walking out the restroom door.
She sat there and while relieving the painful bladder pressure she looked at the peeling walls, and the water stains on the ceiling. She let her eyes roam over the dingy bathroom, noticing the rancid smell. She gently wiped herself wincing at the pain, she just sat waiting for him to return. He came in and not even glancing at her began to run a bath, and poured in a fragrant oil. She just sat there not sure what to do, he turned to her. "do you want to take the bath or do I have to make you?" He slurred out. She looked at him unsure of the tone in his voice, she slowly stood up and took a step to the bathtub. He handed her a sponge and body wash, and leaving the room returned with a chair, sitting it across from the tub.
"Now get in and be a good girl, wash youself nice" He said with a smirk on his drunken face. She obediently nodded and stepped into the steaming tub. She went to sit down, and he stopped her with his cruel voice. "On your knees, I want to watch you." She just nodded and kneeled down. Using the sponge to squeeze the fragrant water over her head and shoulder, enjoying the heat. She picked up the body wash and winced in pain, hoping he would not do anything, she noticed him just shift a bit in his chair. She squeezed a bit of the pink gel onto the tan sponge and with a few squeezes had a nice froth going, she started at her shoulder.
She made slow gentle circles, closing her eyes enjoying the gentle massage. She circled down to her breast and began to bathe there, glancing at him she noticed his full attention was there and with a brief thought and a little grin of hope she began to make methodical circles between her breasts and dipping the sponge in and squeezing the water over her body let all the suds drip off her nipples and flow down her body, she then began to rub her stomache and cirlced around to her rear, turning enough just to give him a peek at what she was doing, and then sliding around the outer thigh, spent even more time washing her sore and bruised womanhood, smiling seeing the distracted and hungry grin on his face. She finished washing herself and while she was squeezing water over her hair he jerked her out of the tub and dragged her to the bed.
He threw her to the bed and began to make drunken love to her, she almost wretched at the sour taste of his mouth and breath. While she let her body distract him, her mind was a flurry of activity. As he moaned the last of his seed into her he collapsed, and she laid beneath him for a bit. When hearing snores she squirmed a bit and then managed to slide out from under him. She lay next to him waiting to see if he was going to move and when he didn't she sat up and touched him. She was met with a disgusting dribble snore as she slid very carefully along the bed to the nightstand. Quietly sliding the drawer open she glanced in and saw the blade, dulled by her lover's blood and tears returned. Very carefully she reached in the drawer, glancing at the snoring lump next to her and felt her bruised hand grip the hilt.
She smiled and withdrew the knife, and hearing him move a bit quickly stuffed it under the pillow and slid the drawer shut. She sat there with her hands in her lap and waited to see if he would awaken, when he did not she slipped her hand under the pillow and again grabbed the hilt of the knife. She held it under the pillow for a bit and closing her eyes prayed for strength and forgiveness. Feeling a sense of power rising to her throat she pushed him over, he moaned a bit and layed there on his back, still snoring.
She looked at the door, looked at him and tightened her grip on the blade. She straddled him and sat there on him waiting for him to awaken. She built up her anger and frustration and began to a bounce a bit,hoping to wake him up and hearing him groan, she felt her excitement grow, raising her battered and bruised arms above her head, focusing on all her pain and fear and love that was destroyed, she grinned, her eyes as empty as his were cold, and as they opened she brought the blade down and with a sickening thud.
She felt a brief resistance as the blade broke through his skin, slipping through his esophogaus and grinned evily as she felt it sink through to the mattress. She beamed with satisfaction seeing the anger turn to fear in his eyes as she held the knife in his throat. Finding she enjoyed the feel of the hot red liquid spilling over her hands, and felt joy as she saw the last of that coldness leave those evil eyes, she just sat there on his still body and cried.
