My cum diary ;)

[Zinsho]

Well Dhy wanted me to post this... begged me to so I suppose I'm willing to share this, not that it's nearly as good as I would have liked.

The first half I wrote a few months ago and am satisfied with, the second half I wrote tonight because of her reaction to the first.

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Blood, just how much blood did the body hold? Enough to drown a man in? Enough to drown several men? To look at the mess you'd think there was enough to drown an army in. Blood everywhere, in everything. Blood in your eyes, blood in your mouth, on your finger, on your clothes. Blood in the air, even blood through your hair. Someone had died here, someone had been destroyed and left exhibited, a crude testament to handiwork that should never see the light of day. Should never be seen at all for that matter.

A perfectly preserved skin, flayed from the muscles beneath as a pelt might be from an animal. Stretched to dry although now it was covered in a thin film of blood, more blood dripping to the ground beneath it. A veritable mist of blood, suspended in the air like dust in the sunlight, sparkling as any light hit it. The muscles, carved from still living flesh one by one. The fingers, the hands, the toes, the feet. Every one neatly severed and left on the floor, lined up to allow easy reassembly. Next came the arms and legs, larger muscles more carefully removed, bones falling limp as their support vanished.

'Did he do it alone?' you might ask. Of course the answer is unknown. No one knows who did it, how they did it. All that remains is a blurred image, the tape itself has it blurred, it isn't a retouching of the image to prevent reconstruction, there is nothing to reconstruct. How do we know she lived until the end? Because the tape shows her, plays back her screams of torment and her pleads for mercy. The chest now, her once beautiful bosom defiled and removed, the flesh long gone to dry even as more muscles were removed. The few needed to keep the organs in place remained for the moment, no point killing the victim before it was time.

By then the blood had covered the floor, leaking slowly from hundreds if not thousands of broken vessels, so small that the loss was gradual yet it added up. The limbs stripped of their muscle the more gruesome tasks began, a sharper blade was brought in, slicing away the rib cage to expose the more tender tissue beneath. A beating heart, rapidly pumping as terror tore away at the mind while this creature tore away at her body. Fluctuating lungs, breaths barely remembered before being gasped to survive. The instinct for survival killing her as surely as the injuries themselves. More oxygen into the blood meant more blood pumping, which meant more loss.

The killer didn't seem to mind though, it was as though he didn't even notice the blood under his feet, around his feet, on his clothing. He had had enough though, it was time to end it. First more torment, two candles, their flames flickering as blood splattered on them, held beneath the lungs to burn them, destroying what remained of them. Terrible agony in all certainty, the flesh crisping then breaking beneath the onslaught of the flames. Then the heart, taken in his hand and slowly crushed, blood leaking from between his fingers then spurted out, a rapid tightening of his hand creating the mist. Still in her chest though, he hadn't removed it yet.

Her eyes? One was crushed inwards with a pencil, the eraser used to push it into the cavity until it popped. The other was pulled out, then crushed beneath a gavel on the ground, the remains almost killing the first person to enter as he slipped. The brain? Ground through a meat grinder to become what it always resembled, ground beef that was spread throughout the room.

The intestines? Strung back and forth like festive chains, extended their full length back and forth through the area. The stomach was emptied, the acid poured from it onto the spleen and kidneys, dissolving them the same as it would have had they been served as a meal.

Finally it was over, the bones left to fall in the middle of the room as he neared the camera. A clear smile, perfect white teeth visible even through the distortion before the scene flipped back to the original setting for a moment, your best friend entering your bedroom in search of you and finding him there, waiting.

Then back to the room you now saw, the only clean thing in it when you arrived was the tape, sheltered in a plastic bag with your name inscribed in permanent marker. Finally you realize who it was, who had done this but it's too late, the voice starting on the tape. “You're next...” and finishing at your ear. You had thought yourself safe, but it seems you weren't “...dear.”

<<<Here ends the first half>>>

You sit there reading the story, legs spreading as you first read the words, imagining being there, seeing the events unfold. A predictable reaction, lusting after the pain and suffering of others, imagining just how enjoyable it would be to actually be in that situation, to suffer the injuries and wish for the respite of death. Already your breath grows more shallow, your hand moving without conscious thought to start to rub, feeding your growing pleasure and setting your heart to race all the faster.

Alone, safe... such mundane terms, ideas of little value when everything is boiled down to the simplest truth. You are never alone, never safe, someone can always be there, can always slip past your guard and leave you without defense. Your only warning a sudden chill and then a complete loss of power. No lights, not even the slightest of illumination that might give you an idea of where the surroundings are. The chill deepens, a sudden breath of winter flicking across your neck only to vanish a moment later. You turn to find out what is going on and already it is too late, you are taken.

Into the gloom you are swept, sights vanishing completely as though you were blinded forever, not one speck of light penetrating your new home. Your clothing lost in the same instant, stripped as naked as when you were born. Arms splayed wide you are trapped, unable to move a single muscle against restraints that you cannot feel. Even the sound of your own breathing and heart are incredibly remote, almost impossible to discern in the silence. Forward thrust your hips, knees spreading wide to reveal you to your unknown captor, the sight and sent of your pleasure as evident as a sunset in a clear sky.

His voice is quiet, so quiet in fact that you doubt you would have heard him over your own breathing, yet here you can do nothing but, no other sounds penetrate to you, all you hear is his voice, no sight of his body to reveal who he is, no sound of movement to reveal where he is. “So you enjoy the sight of pain?” Chuckling slightly he runs a slender scalpel up your side, drawing the faintest lines of blood, the cut just deep enough that your muscles will worse it with their every reaction, your own body torturing you through the injuries. “Whatever you do little slut, do not blink.” Of course even as he says it he knows you will blink, the reaction too natural to be resisted.

The moment your eyelids flick downwards you know the mistake, a trio of blades spaced across your eyelids so carefully that they are just touching your eyes without you feeling them and sharp enough that your blink is enough to slice through the flesh. Watching you scream in surprise at the pain, seeing you blink repeatedly because of it he laughs, truly enjoying this spectacle you are putting on for him. After a few more blinks he removes the blades, leaving your shredded lids to bleed into your eyes and down your face. “I did warn you, but of course you were too stupid to realize it... too stupid to even listen to the words.”

Not waiting for your reply he moves the scalpel down to your dripping slit, sliding it in carefully so as not to draw blood yet, positioning it carefully then pressing upwards, slicing into the flesh with precision so that the center of the cut crosses exactly over your g-spot. Removing the blade he looks you over, watching you twitch in pain without any way to actually move away from it. “A horny little slut with a big problem now, stimulation will affect that cut, cause more pain than pleasure yet both at the same time so that you cannot decide which is which. And you will be stimulated... trust me.”

Not even bothering to continue his speech he lashed out, fist driving into your stomach just below your ribcage, winding you with a precise blow. As you gasp for breath he is there, fingers pinching your nose shut as he kisses you. This was not a lover's kiss, not a kiss that carried any pride or desire for you, it was a kiss to strip you of pride, a kiss forced upon you to dominate and subjugate you while keeping you from breathing as well. Were it now for the blow to your chest before the kiss there would have been no problem, you would have lasted through it without too much effort. Yet you had no air to last with, no way of gaining more oxygen without his consent.

The hand that had taken the air from your lungs slid down, trailing over your clit then to your slit once more, feeling your reaction even as your body began to struggle. Driving his finger inward he pressed it to the wound, reveling in your body's reaction to the pleasure and pain, on the verge of succumbing to lack of breath as well. As your lungs surrendered to their lack of breath he finally relaxed his grip on your nose, allowing you the slightest breaths of air to keep you conscious yet without control.