Hell hath no fury...
I was bored. :)
Pt. I
Hissing with fury and loss, glaring at the lukewarm coffee covering the yellowed pages of the book open upon the black granite countertop. Many years and a king's ransom spent in acquirement, ruined before her. Rimed texts preceding the plague, texts filled with necrotic whispers seeping through dank pages, bearing the inedible taste of hell itself.
She rounded on her servant, kneeling naked on the kitchen tiles before her. Belt snaking forward, snapping with finality against his bare flesh. Raising welts of halfhearted atonement and helpless longing, pitiful phallus standing erect and dripping. Never touched by her, the servant often consoled only by tears of sexual frustration and short-lived release at his own hand in the dead of night.
Leaving her pet to clean, sweat and detritus soaking his naked, sagging flesh as he scrubbed with submissive passion at grime seated deep within the disused oven, she stormed to her room, slamming the oak paneled door with angry desperation.
She ran her fingers down her small boned, graceful body. Musing on the wetness between her legs, her nails gouging deeply into her small, peaked nipples. Gasping at her own promiscuity, she began to dress. Kept pure, her own submission to memories of days singing in choirs filled with joyful zeal.
Pale blue lace thong, a size too small, riding deep in the cleft of her buttocks. Tight fitting faded jeans, artfully ripped along the left thigh, topped with a plain halter top of crimson hue. Simple black boots, scarred from long use and dirty with neglect.
Marching out, she dragged her pet forward by the short leather leash, cramming a stained brown overall smelling of urine over his head. Baggy and inelegant, a statement of his suffering.
Confusion clouded his face at the words slipping from her lips... Public? Pub? He was lucky to see sunlight, never allowed to be in the company of others. Her own personal embarrassment and sloth like need embodied in human form.
Deep bass pulsing through her, the club stretching away as her gaze narrowed on the whining toy before her. She snapped the leash, dragging him forward by the chain taut around his neck. His craving for her apparent in his ardent gaze, her nails dragging along his cheeks in cruel punishment.
Taken as a tool, submission used as a means to an end. Never granted the pleasures of the flesh, driven by his heartless lady into tasks of menial labour and depression. Given out on whim, tortured and sold. Flesh tired and broken, staring up at her with the shrinking gaze of fear...
Leash falling from her fingers, whispering against the hardwood floor, she turned away. Heels clicking, receding. Leaving him to face utter humiliation. Tear filled eyes gazing upon the calculating denizens of the club, left with nowhere to go, nowhere to run... Left to satisfy the need of the first to lift the leash, left to hold shattered hope.
Pt. II
Craving control of the world around her, needing to force the collar of submission onto something more than her hapless pet, she lit the crimson candles of unholy faith ringing the pulpit of a disused, forgotten chapel in a town long since left to fight ever the ever encroaching decay of long abandonment.
Goosebumps rising on her exposed flesh, her sonorous chant filling the empty hall, singing words of dead need to souls trapped by guilt and fear, cursed to remain forgotten upon the earth.
Awakening damnation, frozen air swirling as the rotted hands of hell forced against flagstones under her feet, the dark promise of Abaddon's beastial lust rising from ash to embrace her broken soul ...
..Thrown against the altar, cold pitted stone pressing against her scarred flesh, blood running slick and fast from her wrists, she screamed in abject fear at the feral lust glinting in the dull eyes of the hellhound before her. Matted fur rubbing against her skin, the scent of her virgin gift driving the hound forward with willful, forced lust.
Gasps of mute horror punctuating the deep growl of need, demonic heat running slick up her calf, a member of knotted fury holding promise of only pain, and forceful taking of gifts never meant to be given. Claws slashing deep furrows in her young skin, marking her as sacrifice to unholy greed...
Mounted by hell, her breasts rubbed raw by bloodied fur, panting muzzle yapping at her neck whilst pulsing, blue veined terror pushed hard against her dry sex, proclaiming her owned with howling penetration, ripping her asunder. Dripping blood and excitement as the beast above her rammed deep, cutting into her.
Ragged teeth closing around her frail throat, biting down with glee as the beast shuddered, pouring vile acid deep in her loins. Suffocating in absolute ecstasy of pain, feeling naught but the claim of hell upon her soul, she writhed with death under the beast mounted upon her, as a dark tale to demonic lust...