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Archive name: people.txt (MF, v)
Authors name: Wednesday's Child (Address withheld)
Story title : People Like... Them

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People Like... Them (MF, v)
by Wednesday's Child (Address withheld by request)

***

"Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, again her hand 
ascended, and again it slashed downward, slicing her 
stomach." Self-injurers, Lani and Glen, lose all sense of 
reason. (Self-injury, fiction)

***

He yelled and slammed his large fists on the bathroom 
door, "It's not fucking worth it! Open the door... Now!" 

She was oblivious to his threats and pleas. She tore the 
medicine-cabinet open, the mirrored door shattered; glass 
shards flew everywhere. She knocked over expensive 
bottles of perfume, in her frenzy to find the little 
packet of razors she hid there just a week before. 
Bottles tumbled and crashed into the white porcelain 
sink. 

From beyond the door, Glen heard the shatter of glass, he 
knew exactly what she was going for. Years of therapy and 
even a few lockdowns in a psychiatric ward, did not - 
could not - help Lani, this was her form of release from 
emotional and mental anguish. Glen knew this, he suffered 
the same demons. 

Lani barely saw through streams of tears, and heard 
nothing, but the deafening screams in her mind. Her 
fingers found it - the relief she needed so bad. Clumsily 
she tore at the small box. Shiny, silver blades tumbled 
into the sink, she numbly snatched at them, not caring 
that the glass and double-sided razors sliced through her 
delicate fingers. 

A trembling hand rose above her chest, a silvery flash 
blinded her momentarily, her hand came down, splitting 
her thin shirt, and slashing into her very own flesh. 
Lani gripped and tore at her shirt, she looked down 
between her creamy breasts, crimson beads filled the 
white cut rapidly - the gash spilled red. 

Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, again her hand 
ascended, and again it slashed downward, slicing her 
stomach. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head, 
she choked off a deep, guttural moan in her throat. Lani 
wiped her hand over the new cut, and relished in the 
sting. Blood smeared her taught, white stomach - she 
hacked at her flesh again. 

She readied for another slice, when suddenly the bathroom 
door burst open, jagged, wood slivers, spiked from the 
doorframe. Glen rushed through, but paused at the door 
for a moment. The spectacle before him, of her cuts, 
blood, her bare breasts and stomach, overwhelmed Glen; 
his own demons instantly surged to taunt him. 

From pure instinct only, Lani turned her face toward the 
noise; she had no idea what was going on, around her - no 
idea what she was doing. The distant look in her eyes, 
reminded Glen of the high he'd experienced, from this 
very, same act. 

Glen summoned his strengths and bolted for her, snatching 
the razor from her poised hand. He felt the pressure, 
knew it cut his thumb and fingers - he dared not look. He 
threw the blade against the wall, the innocent, tinkling 
sound it made when it fell to the tiled floor, sent a 
chill up Glen's spine. He roughly grabbed Lani's 
shoulders, and forcefully turned her to face the long, 
dressing mirror, hanging on the bathroom wall. He buried 
his face into her neck and wept with her. 

"This was so not worth it my love...." He cried.

They both stared ahead at the image, his bare arms 
wrapped around her soft, round breasts and flat stomach. 
Glen reflected on how beautiful Lani was, the soft curls 
of her long, brown hair, the smooth roundness of her hips 
and tender white breasts. He loved her intensely, and 
seemed to feel more love for her, when she battled this 
life-long sickness of self-injury. To Glen, even the 
self-inflicted, purple and grey scars that blemished her 
delicate, pale body, were like added works of art. 

He bent his broad form, and tenderly kissed her ear and 
neck, "I'm sorry, I was a second too late." he whispered.

With a weak, almost child-like murmur, Lani replied, "You 
woulda talked me out of it." 

"Yes my love." he said, while staring at the twisted 
reflection before them - the sight that only people like 
them, could understand and desire. 

He breathed-in the deep, feminine perfume of Lani's hair, 
the scent of blood trailed up to his nostrils, he closed 
his eyes. His arms wrapped tightly around her shivering 
body, wanting to warm and soothe her, save and protect 
her from the world around - and herself. Glen himself, 
grew weak with desire, he was a self-injurer also, though 
he'd found the power to abstain for a number of months. 
Part of his fortitude, was due to wanting to help this 
little angel, that now trembled in his arms. 

Glen caressed Lani's face, his own, sticky blood mingled 
with hers and soiled her chin, he turned her swollen lips 
toward his. Glen's mouth pressed against Lani's, his 
tongue darted through her full lips. He suddenly wanted 
to make love to her - half from his building desire and 
half from his consuming weakness. They're both sexual 
beasts. Any other person would have froze with panic at 
this gruesome sight, but Lani and Glen are so, very 
different.

He rubbed her bottom lip, pinched it with his bloodied 
thumb and fingers, and then feasted on its irony 
sweetness. Their tongues hungrily darted into each 
other's mouths, as if the answers they searched for, were 
hidden deep in the other's soul.

Glen wrapped his body around Lani's and swept her off the 
floor. She understood what was about to happen and wanted 
it as much as he did, if not more. The heat between them 
rose like an inferno from hell. Lani embraced Glen's 
shoulders and back, and held his body tight. 

Mindlessly, he reached into the sink where perfume had 
pooled around shards of glass and blades. He blindly 
fished for a twin-blade and slid it out, the aromatic 
liquid stung the fresh, open wounds on his fingers, but 
the stinging sensation only intensified his rising need. 
They kissed deeply, and breathed heavily against each 
other's faces. Their hearts beat quickly - they lost 
complete control of reason.

He placed her on the hard, dark-blue floor and covered 
her body with his. Her legs twined around his thighs, he 
groaned and bit her neck. Together, like two, feral 
animals in heat, they crushed hips. Lani spread her legs 
and tilted her hips upward, feeling the bulge in his 
jeans, press and rub hard, against her white-denim, 
covered clit. 

"I'm sorry Lani, so sorry...." Glen looked into her 
large, brown eyes and apologized before making a small 
cut just above her left nipple. 

Lani arched her back and moaned out her ecstasy and pain. 
He lapped at the new cut, and slammed his hips harder 
into her. He would cum any second from pure animal 
passion, but Glen fought internally for any sense of 
control.

Lani, numbly searched for the razor that Glen threw 
against the wall. She felt the all, too, familiar cold of 
steel and raised it above his back. Pulling on his shirt, 
she slit and ripped it open. Glen shuddered from the 
tearing sound of the material separating. She tore his 
shirt apart, revealing a tanned, muscular back and 
shoulders. 

She held the back of his neck and lifted her head. 
Licking his shoulder, she brought the symbol of their 
lust so close to her tongue, that she could almost taste 
the metal. With one long and deliberate stroke, she cut 
his shoulder and closely followed the slash with her lips 
and tongue. He groaned, closed his eyes tight and turned 
his face from the incision, reveling in the orgasmic 
pain.

Then, like a growing thunder off in the distance, he 
growled, "NNnnooOO!" 

He grabbed her arms, pinned them above her head and 
looked deep into her eyes. Lani's eyebrows knitted, her 
eyes questioned his movement, her swollen lips slowly 
parted, licking the blood - his blood - that stained her 
lips. 

Her heavy breathing raised her supple breasts to him, 
weakly she begged, "Please?" 

Like Delilah to her Samson, she lured his desire. The 
demon surged once again, and consumed Glen's mind and 
body. He roughly dry fucked her, his cock ready to 
explode. Another cut to her right breast, he sucked both 
nipple and blood. She brought the razor down against his 
back and slashed him twice, triggering Glen to tense and 
moan loudly against her breast. He bite down on her stiff 
nipple and sucked it between his teeth. He fucked her 
through his jeans, driving himself between her soft and 
parted thighs. 

"Oh God!" Lani cried out again, when she felt his blade 
slice the length of her side. 

She brought the razor she clutched, between them, and 
unconsciously carved the word 'love' into Glen's chest. 
Their hearts raced against eternity, the darkest of all 
loves, consumed them. 

The sharp scent and sight of thick, red blood, the 
hardness of Glen's rigid cock against her soaked jeans, 
were unbearable. Lani raised her ass off the floor, 
lifting her six-foot tall beast-lover with her. She cried 
out, her body tensed then convulsed. A torrent of cum, 
streamed from her throbbing pussy, into her already 
saturated panties and jeans. 

With the intense orgasm still racing through her body, 
Lani slid out from under Glen and forced him onto his 
back. She straddled his thighs and bucked her hips, 
ramming her aching pussy, forcefully into him. She was 
crazed with the need to have his cock deep inside her 
cunt. She slid down, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, 
and jerked them down to his knees. Glen's rigid cock, 
burst free from the denim restraint. Without pause, Lani 
leaned over and sucked the tip of his purple-red bulb 
into her wet mouth. 

Glen lovingly swept Lani's hair from the sides of her 
face. He watched her in fascination, while she hungrily 
worked up and down his long shaft. Blood smeared her 
flushed face and full lips. He let go of her soft, brown 
waves, letting it fall and brush along his hips and 
thighs. The vibrations from moans, deep in her throat, 
sent Glen's mind reeling. He held the back of her head, 
pulled it down and thrust his hips up, forcing her to 
swallow as much of his throbbing dick as she possibly 
could. 

Lani slipped out of her white jeans while eagerly sucking 
his swollen cock. She tried desperately to deep throat 
him. The huge head of his pulsing member, slipped into 
her throat, but he was more massive and harder than ever 
before, she could hardly reach the base of his member 
with her lips. Her tongue slid side to side along his 
shaft, and slipped out passed her bottom lip, trying 
earnestly to reach his balls - she would have swallowed 
his entire cock and balls if she could. She inhaled 
deeply through her nose, and drank-in the musky scent of 
this man-beast. Lani cupped his balls with one hand, 
picked up the razor, and slid it along his hip with the 
other. 

Glen cried out, "Fuck!" and rammed his cock up into her 
throat. 

He twisted his neck until his cheek pressed flat against 
the cold floor. Lani cut him again, across the top of his 
pubic hair. She swallowed his dick deeply, before pulling 
off with a slurping pop. Lowering her puckered lips to 
the new gash, she licked and traced the blood where it 
streamed over his hips. 

She dropped the razor to his chest, rose on her knees and 
mounted his hips again. Lani grabbed his glistening cock 
and slapped it against her smooth, wet pussy. Her eyes 
closed, her head fell to her shoulder, she slid the 
pulsing head of his dick through her glistening, outer 
lips. She pressed and circled his dripping cock around 
her protruding clit, finally using the length of his 
shaft, to slap the reddened, inner-folds of her cunt.

Glen drove his hips up, wanting to shove his fevered cock 
into her tight cunt, but his dick slipped and glided 
through her supple, inner lips. The shaft of his slick 
member, eased between Lani's trembling, cunt lips and 
banged against her pebble-hard clit again. She bucked and 
jerked wildly with another, climbing orgasm. Lani's moans 
grew more intense, from little-girl like whimpers, to 
deep grunts and gasps. 

Glen felt the hot splash of Lani's cum, swamp his cock. 
He looked down, and watched droplets of her clear, sweet 
honey, shower his dick, thighs and stomach. 

He pulled his left hand back and spanked her hip hard 
while she came. He ran his right hand against the 
flatness of her stomach and up to her jiggling tits. The 
agonizing sting of his hand sliding over new, open gashes 
brought instant tears to Lani's eyes. 

He pinched and pulled her dark-red nipple, pulled it 
high, then dropped it to watch her tit bounce. Her face 
contorted from the pleasurable pain. He abused her tit, 
twisted and tugged her nipple relentlessly, stretching it 
toward the ceiling and bouncing her tit on it, as if the 
large nipple were some type of bungee. He let go abruptly 
and slapped her aching, extended nipple. He spanked her 
ass vigorously, he felt the softness of her cheeks jiggle 
against his balls. Glen slowly dragged his nails across 
the soon-to-be welts. 

Lani cried out, "Yyyesss baby! Hurt me... always... hurt 
me!" 

She aimed his stiff cock, sticky with her cum and his 
pre-cum, at her tight hole. Her middle and index finger 
spread her juiced lips, she lowered herself slowly, her 
pussy lips enveloped the head of his rod. Glen held her 
hips and pulled down. Lani struggled against him, and 
from consuming his entire cock all at once; all Glen 
wanted was release. 

They paused, looked into each other's eyes - then Lani 
thrust down, taking Glen's enlarged member completely 
into herself. They gasped and moaned together, she leaned 
over and rested her cheek against his chest, and rocked 
her hips.

Reaching behind, Lani massaged and tugged Glen's balls, 
her quivering pussy clenched at his enormous cock. He fit 
so tight and could feel every gripping muscle in her 
tender cunt. His strong hands slid under her ass and 
lifted her nearly off his cock, keeping just the wide 
head of his dick, buried deep between her wet folds. She 
held and steadied his sticky, hot cock. He paused for 
only a moment then dropped her down, her ass slapped 
against his thighs and balls. Lani screamed in ecstasy, 
pinched and twisted Glen's nipple with her free hand. 

His body tensed, he grunted between clenched teeth, "C-
cunt." 

Lani raised her hips up, and tightened her aching pussy 
around the head of his cock. The sound of wet sex from 
her sopping cunt, drowned out their cries and moans. She, 
simultaneously, fingered his taut asshole and rubbed her 
enlarged clit with two slippery fingers. Lani slammed her 
smooth pussy down again, at the same moment, she pushed 
her finger into Glen's tight, virgin ass. He bucked his 
hips up and down wildly and emitted grunts from deep 
within his chest and throat. Glen violently came, like 
never before. Lani threw her head back and forth, her 
large milky tits shook and bounced. 

He reached up and pulled down on her shoulders, his balls 
tightened up, his cock jolted and shot a thick load of 
hot cum, deep inside of her. Their bodies tensed then 
convulsed again, she continued to fuck him. He groaned 
again, another shot of bubbling cum, coated her hot 
snatch, their mingled juice seeped from her blushed and 
contracting hole, spilling between her thighs and onto 
his balls. 

Lani cried out again and dug her black, enameled nails 
into his bronze chest, all but her hips stopped moving. 
She continuously ground her clit into Glen's pubic hair 
and splattered his exploding member with her own creamy, 
hot cum. 

She looked down into his face and at last collapsed on 
top of him. They lay there in each other's arms panting 
heavily, their bodies still twitching, her pussy still 
clenching his slowly deflating cock.

Finally, Glen swallowed hard and licked his dry lips, 
"Lani... babe..." he breathed and tried to brush hair 
from her eyes, "...never again." 

She softly cried, "I know." 

Shakily, they moved to get up. Lani had to peel herself 
from Glen, their bodies cemented together with dried 
blood. She leaned over and kissed him passionately, their 
tongues probed and circled each other's, still tasting 
the bitter sweet of iron. 

She sat back on her heels to get up, glanced at the long, 
bathroom mirror and blinked her eyes. Lani pulled her 
hair away from her face, but when she unsteadily got to 
her feet, she noticed the word 'love' painted, in blood, 
across her cheek. 

She whispered to herself, "Yes... love." 

***

Writer's comments: This story is solely fictional. If it, 
in any part, resembles another's situation, it is purely 
coincidental.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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