This story is about a man and his life long dream.

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The putrid smell invaded his awaiting nostrils. He loved the smell.

So inhumaningly rank, but it smelt like a fragrant flower would smell to a normal person. He saw her dainty body waiting for him on his workbench. He touched her skin; icy cold, just the way he liked it to be. He kissed her dead mouth, licking her delicate lips with his warm tongue. Kissing always brought back the night he first met her.

A lusty barfly waiting in the shadows; he had watched her all night. Her slender body encased in a tight little number. She was young; the perkiness of her breasts could've told anyone looking that. Her slim cigarette fit in the perfect 'o' of her red mouth; her sexuality sending out waves to anyone paying attention. He worked up a little courage and walked towards her.

"Hello there," he whispered once he was close.

"Evening," her voice held a slight southern drawl.

"What are you doing in a place like this?"

"Why? Want me to go to yours?" she winked at him.

Perfect. The young and beautiful girl turned out to be a slut. Perfect for what he had in mind.

"Sure, let's go," he said with a grin.

"Where?"

"My place," he grabbed her tiny hand and lead her out to the car.

She slid perfectly into the passenger seat, her little dress lifting to expose underwear-less skin. She caught his eye looking and smiled passionately.

"You like that?" she asked as she took his hand and placed it on her hot vagina.

She squirmed slightly as his fingers explored her folds, and touched her clit. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers. It was turning rock hard.

"Mmm, please hurry and get to your place baby."

He traveled the familiar road to get to the special place. He had been waiting so long for this to work. It was finally going to work tonight.

The headlights splashed against the garage. They had arrived.

They got out of the car quickly, not wasting anytime. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside. She pulled him close and kissed him so deeply that he almost didn't want to do the deed, but it was now or never.

He pressed his thumbs into the pressure points on her neck. He had studied them thoroughly and knew that if pressed hard enough, you could knock even the largest of people out, and lucky for him, she happened to be very tiny. She was out cold in a matter of minutes.

Holding the limp rag-doll like body in his arms, he took her down the stairs. The chains dangled in the slight draft. The wrist chains hung from the ceiling, and the feet chains were longer, but he could tighten them to stretch her out if he felt it necessary. He wasted no time in strapping her in.

She looked so beautiful in the dim yellow lighting of the single 60-watt bulb. He tightened the chains so she was stretch straight, almost to her limits.

He lowered himself to smell her sex. It was musky, but such a wonderful scent. He could feel his member stirring. He hadn't felt this aroused in a long time. He flicked out his tongue, and slipped it into her slit. The soft folds of her pussy opening up to his slick tongue. He took her clit into his mouth, and nibbled at it.

She was starting to wake up. He shoved two fingers into her little hole. She was still slightly dry, by her body's revolt; he could tell that it hurt. He drove his fingers in deeper, adding a third. She awoke and screamed. Good thing he had soundproofed the basement. Although against her will, her pussy started to get wet. He stuck his tongue in once more and lapped up the wetness.

"Why're you doing this? Please, let me go!"

He looked up at her. He had stripped her little dress off, her perky tits bounced right out. He stood up and looked her in the eyes.

"Because I have needed you for so long. I have almost been waiting forever for this!"

He grabbed the sharp knife sitting by his "toys" on the workbench. He licked the blade, cutting his tongue in the process.

"Sharp." He loved the coppery taste of blood.

He flicked the knife against her hardening nipples.

"You like this cunt?"

She looked away from him. In one quick splice, her nipple was gone. She screamed in pain. He couldn't take the noise. He walked back to his toys and grabbed his leather strap that had a little red ball attached to it, it should do the trip. He fastened it tightly against her head. He wanted to cut off some circulation.

The blood spilling from her missing nipple ran down her flat stomach, and pooled around her pussy. He licked at it. Coppery and sweet. He bit where her nipple used to be. She screamed in pain. He played with the quarter-sized hole with his finger, he even spit on it.

"Do you know that I wanted to be a Forensic Scientist? But that my grades were too low? I would've been great!"

He grabbed a fine tipped felt marker, and marked a large 'Y' on her stomach. Her eyes widened in horror. He picked up the sharp knife again, and cut into his markings. Blood poured from the cuts. Her eyes starting rolling up in her head.

"Oh no cunt," he slapped her face. "Don't die on me yet!"

He went behind her and looked at her ass. He spread her cheeks and looked at her puckered asshole.

"You have a virgin asshole?"

Of course she wouldn't answer. He cupped some blood in his hands, and layered her asshole in it. He positioned himself behind her, and shoved right in. Her muffled screams played like music in his ears. He pulled all the way out, and back in again. She was so damn tight. Once his hard cock was out, he slammed it right back in.

He grabbed the knife again, and traced it around her pussy lips. He rammed his thick member in and out of her ass as he got her pussy lips open. He got into a rhythm, as he pushed into her ass, the knife cut up her hole. He had the knife all the way in her cunt with he felt her one last kick at life.

Her body slowly started dying, and he was reaping the benefits. Her ass muscles tightened around his thick shaft, not letting it go. He shot a steaming load right into her. He pulled out roughly and examined her face. It was still so beautiful. He could fix that.

He grabbed his trusty knife out of her messy cunt, and popped it into her right eye. Her eyeball plopped out with a satisfying 'pop'. He looked at it sticking right on the tip of his knife. He popped it into his mouth. There was a quick pop, and liquid flowed into his mouth. He chewed on the rest of it, and swallowed it down. Delicious. He reached down and grabbed her nipple, it might be tasty too? He placed it into his waiting mouth. It was chewy and gross, he spit it out.

He took her out of the chains, and laid her flat out on his workbench. The perfect place for her. He clicked off the light, and went upstairs.

He sighed deeply. What a fond memory. He looked down at his dead lover. He positioned himself with his knees between hers. He lifted her limp legs, and placed them over his shoulders. He pushed his cock inside her messy cunt, and fucked her hard and fast.

He came quickly, and set her legs down. He stretched backwards to reach his trusty straw. He lowered himself, straw in mouth, and began to suck his seed out of her dead vagina. Delicious.

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