Her only desire is to sate her
steamy sensual sadistic need to
cruelly punish and torment others
and fulfill her evil erotic bloody
bone crushing lust as she leads me
blindfolded and bound into her dark
dank palace of pain and torture...
Her voice is cruel,cold and passionless
as she recites her evil incantations
over my bloody and bound body as I am
lifted upon the alter of pain and humility.
I am accosted by the sickly sweet scent of
black roses and rotting jasmine as she coldly
binds my outstretched arms and legs to the
steely shackles and places a putrid rubber
gag in my mouth to muffle my tormented screams
and places a red velvet mask upon my face to hide
the horrors of what shall befall my weakened form.
Suddenly the sharp crack of a cat of nine tails
echoes in the still air and I feel the terrible
pain as it savagely ravages my burning body.
At once she is upon me running her forked tongue
over my writhing body lapping up the dark red drops
of blood that now cover me. I feel her cold hand as
it wraps around my manhood and begins to squeeze as
she climbs on top of me slowly riding me building
lustful momentum as her sharp cries of sadistic
pleasure echo across the room.
Finally I hear her walk away leaving me strapped to
the bloody alter of despair and smell the acrid scent
of black roses and feel the sharp thorns dig into my
mutilated flesh a final blow to my tortured and abused
body on this harrowing evil night.
Donavon Scott Vinson
