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Necromantic
by AB-2013 (no address provided) 

***

A woman's journey into darkness and violence all for 
the love of a man. (MMF, nc, rp, v, sn, nec, extreme)

***

I don't really care if I live or die anymore. 

When Jon left me I felt it was the final betrayal. I 
know that I have a dark personality but I thought sex 
would make up for it. I'm pretty and I've always done 
even the nastiest thing he ever asked from me. 

Jon is an artist; he drew the picture that you see. At 
the time I thought he was just kidding when he drew me 
in a graveyard, but now I think it's so fitting. 

If I live another day I'll be surprised. Over the past 
two weeks I've done just about anything I could to die 
except take my own life. The catalog of things I've 
done would make a great horror movie I think. When you 
don't care any longer anything is possible. 

Just last night I dressed up in the sluttiest clothes 
I could find in my closet (left over from one of Jon's 
little fantasy evenings) and walked alone downtown in 
back streets waiting for someone to attach me. 

Finally I was attached. But it was by two dirty 
homeless men and all they did was rape me. It was 
almost funny. After they'd grabbed me and ripped my 
clothing and fucked me violently they helped me to my 
feet and straightened my clothes. One of them even 
told me that such a pretty young woman shouldn't be 
out on her own so late and in such a bad neighborhood. 

As I walked home holding my blouse together and 
feeling their sperm running down my thighs I thought 
of Jon. That fucking bastard would be sorry if he 
could see me now. He'd always been so possessive of 
me. He was the jealous type and it bothered him when I 
wore mini dresses and guys would look and comment on 
my legs. Wouldn't he go crazy if he knew I'd just been 
fucked by two dirty old winos. 

The night after Jon left me I had gone bar hopping. I 
guess I was hoping I might bump into him, that I would 
show him I didn't care and I'd give myself to anyone 
who wanted me. I envisioned him sitting at a table 
while I acted slutty with some strange guys. I even 
envisioned going to the restroom with one guy after 
another and letting them do whatever they wanted. 

That would make him crazy that would make him sorry. 
I'd come out with their cum smeared all over my face 
and my lipstick all smeared with a loopy smile on my 
face. Jon would be disgusted with me, but he wouldn't 
be able to help himself, he'd want to take me home and 
fuck me violently. I might just even let him. 

But what actually happened was that I ended up getting 
gangbanged in the restroom by so many men that I'm not 
even sure how many there were. 

* * *

Jon was such an enthusiastic lover and from time to 
time he would get carried away. I remember the time 
when he almost strangled me to death. It was several 
months after we started having sex and we were all 
over the board trying new things, never the same thing 
twice. 

That day he'd read a news item in the paper about this 
guy who was into erotic-asphyxia and he tried it out 
on me that night. He grabbed me when we were on our 
way to bed and threw me down on the bed. I knew I was 
in for something different when he ripped my panties 
off and violent thrust into me. 

But when he started to squeeze my neck in his fingers 
and began fucking me harder and faster I knew what he 
was doing. I realized at that moment I wanted him to 
kill me, it was such a turn on to me that I began to 
struggle silently to make him squeeze harder. 

Just before I blacked out the image in my head was of 
Jon's heaving body moving above me, my pussy was on 
fire from the rough treatment it was receiving from 
his thrusting cock and I hadn't been able to take a 
breath in several minutes. What I saw was a man 
totally into his own intense pleasure, totally not 
caring whether I lived or died so long as he got off. 

It was the most intense moment in my life to be 
totally used that way. I mean to die for someone 
else's sexual pleasure, to be their fuck-toy and then 
to be discarded once they'd cum in my body and no 
longer needed me, well, let me tell you, I came like a 
freight train and so did Jon. I lost consciousness, as 
my body was still spasming under his. It was just so 
intense. 

After that we had no limits, we lived on the edge and 
did wild things which even included animals and taking 
the lives of other people. The one time I remember as 
our crowning moment was when we grabbed a woman late 
one night and brought her to a prearranged place. We'd 
planned this out pretty well. 

Jon tied her to the bed while I cut her clothing off. 
She was pretty ordinary looking although she did have 
a good-looking body. I remember commenting to Jon what 
a tight tummy she had and that I thought she had great 
looking legs. 

We did everything you could imagine to that woman. For 
hours we fucked her, masturbated her, and cum on her. 
We cut her and finally we killed her. That was the 
ultimate, that was the perfect moment, watching the 
life leave her, watching her eyes go dull and 
lifeless. 

I stood back and watched as Jon pounded into her for 
the umpteenth time that night. Now was the moment when 
he was going to kill her and didn't care how badly he 
used her. His grunts of lust and her muffled ones of 
pain through the gag were so erotic. It didn't take 
long with Jon's big hands wrapped around her neck his 
fingers digging deeply into her flesh. 

I couldn't help myself I had to be in on it too, so I 
moved close and placed one hand on Jon's heaving butt 
and the other on one of her breasts and tweaked her 
nipple making it stand to attention. 

Then Jon groaned as his orgasm exploded and he 
frantically strangled the woman in his intense moment 
of pleasure. I could see his body jerking as he came 
in her and his fingers dug so deeply into her neck 
that I think he broke it. 

After Jon was done he rolled off her sobbing for 
breath. I leaned down to look into her eyes and could 
tell she was dead. For some strange reason I envied 
her, I wanted to be her. I leaned down and kissed her, 
shoving my tongue into her mouth and mashing our lips 
together as if she were my lover. 

Finally, as I felt my passion dying down I pulled away 
from her mouth and looked at her. For no particular 
reason I bent down again and bit off her left nipple. 
I just snarled and tore it away with my teeth, tasting 
the bloody pulp on my tongue, blood dripping down my 
chin. Somehow it was a fitting end for me. We had both 
used this woman's body for our pleasure and now we 
were done with her. It was time to discard her used up 
body. 

* * *

The next day I realized suddenly that the woman had 
probably had friends and family, maybe even a lover 
who would miss her, but I soothed my guilty feelings 
by telling myself that we'd been in a sexual frenzy 
and we couldn't help ourselves. And anyway I'd have 
been just as happy if it had been me and not her. 

That night had been our panicle of sexual arousal. I 
don't know why Jon left me several days later. 

He'd made me have sex with the neighbor's German 
Shepard the night before, making me first suck the 
dog's penis to get it hard and then turning me over so 
he could guide it into me from behind. 

When the dog's knot finally shrank enough to release 
me Jon climbed on me just like the dog had and as the 
doggy-cum squished and ran down my inner thighs he 
fucking me fast and hard until his body tensed and I 
knew he was adding his cum with the dog. 

Why did he leave me? Hadn't I done everything he'd 
ever asked of me? What was left after Jon? No man 
could ever take Jon's place; no man could live up to 
my expectations now. 

* * *

I heard the clock in the living room dinging 9PM as I 
turned the key in the lock and walked down the stairs 
of my apartment. Tonight I had a maxi coat on and 
nothing else. I was determined that tonight would be 
the night. 

As I got into the car and started it I glanced at the 
crumpled piece of paper I was holding. It was a crude 
map for party out in the desert were a gang of 
motorcycle freaks where going to cause some trouble. I 
shivered in the night air as I imagined what would 
happen when I dropped my coat and stood in the middle 
of the crowd of troublemakers in all my naked glory. 

Yes, tonight would be the night. I hoped. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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