This one is for Liz, my spawn in Austrialia and fellow reader. You earned it. I hope this wins your affection as it did mine as I wrote it.
To note i'm a horrible person for writing this and taking pleasure in doing so. Yeah... this is my first real guro story! Edited by myself. I hope it's good enough seeing as my editor is going out of town!This story includes - Abuse, sticking objects where they don't belong and well sadism.
Some real notes though. I don't know if you can die this way but you know...she dies okay?? That's all.
By Tea & Waxfruit (c)
"What....what are you going to do to me..?"
The young girl spoke in a shaken tone as she looked up.
A large figure stood above her and smirked, stroking her cheek. Trying not to tear into that supple flesh under his finger tips, he then just let go of her face. She had been chained to the wall, hanging from her wrists and was wearing a short red and pink dress. It was decorated with lots of white lace and gold embroidered ends. They were of trinkets of pearls, faux diamonds and glitter.
Girlish, yet sexy.
No undergarments and nothing, but long stockings that barely reached above her knees. Her long black hair was tied back into an elegant pony tail; upon her head was a silver and red crown with a ribbon that was tied under her chin.
Large platform doll shoes and her face had been made up. Ruby red for her lips, heavy pink blush and glittery touches around her eyes. Little hearts and little star stickers had been placed around her face as well as around her neck line and legs..
"Now, now. Lighten up a little and smile for me? I’m not going to hurt you...yet." Replied a low velvet voice. The girls eyes started filling up with water but no tears fell. Her breathing had increased, and yet she was not heard.
"Please.. leave me alone. Just use me and get it over with!" She had tried to avoid looking at the figure the whole time, either looking at the ground or around the room; Which was decorated like a childs play room. The man above only laughed.
"Use you? No I have a far more greater purpose for you than sex. You must give yourself credit ."
"I want to go home! Just let me go please!"
He shook his head and kneeled down so he was eye level with her. "No. I'm sorry but you're going to be my dolly." She froze and looked up at him. "Your what?" The man gripped her chin and licked up her cheek. "My dolly." He replied again. She had forcefully managed to get a good look of her captor. He was slim and had long brown hair that tied in the back. He wore a black gentleman's suit and thin black rimmed glasses. He didn’t look very frightening, but his eyes gave a cold stare that could scare anyone into submission. She couldn’t make herself look into his eyes she merely closed her own and hung her head.
The man smiled at her and let her go. "I’ve always wanted a little toy. See I don’t want you for sex, but I want to play some games with you. Tell me dolly what is your name?" He asked, tilting his head back. His eyes were still fixed on her and he didn’t seem to have a problem of her not watching him. She could only feel her breathing becoming more heavy. "Isabelle." She replied after a minute or so of solitude. He grinned and forced her chin up. "Isabelle?" He asked as he ran one of his large hands down the side of her head. He felt her long black locks in between his fingers and sighed dreamily. She nodded and closed her eyes. "Look at me when I am talking to you." He didn’t have to tell her twice, she forced her eyes open and gulped.
"Isabelle....Isabelle. Hmm that’s an okay name, but I am going to call you...Cherry dolly." He laughed. "Do you approve Cherry?" He asked her, as if she really had a choice in the matter. "I like it." She replied, holding in tears. "Good Cherry dolly!" He pat her head.
"Today I have a special game for us..." The man gave a rather cheerful grin as she looked at him. She wasn’t going to ask, but before she could do anything the man pulled out a small box. It was hand crafted oak and could fit in between both his hands. He held it up to her and opened it. Inside was a red velvet lining, but on the lining there looked like small rounds balls.
Like.....cherries...almost. They had lost coloration and had looked like they were rotten. Maybe not rotten but they were black and purple.
"Do you know what these are Cherry Dolly?" He asked, picking one with his thumb and index finger. She shook her head but took a guess anyway. "Cherries? Fruits? I don’t know..." She looked down again and he forced her to look at him. "You...Cherry dolly will call me master. Do you understand this first off?" She nodded, but then was soon slapped. "She let out a small cry.
"What did you say?"
"Yes master!" She cried, a small red mark had lingered where she was hit. The throbbing pain still remained even after he removed his hand. He had very strong hands... "Good, good. You learn quite faster Cherry dolly, you see sadly a lot of my dollies don’t listen to me and bad things happen when dollies don’t listen." She gulped and looked at the box again. She felt her heart beat in as he put the small ball in the palm of his hand. "Anyways....you were in fact right Cherry dolly. These are cherries...un ripened Cherries." She raised an eyebrow and looked at the small cherry in his hand. What could he possibly want to un ripened cherries anyhow? Her thoughts didn’t stop until he put down the cherry and took her legs in his hands. "M-master!" She cried as she tried to kick him. He soon smacked her and she yelped in pain.
"Quiet." He put a finger to her lips and spread out her legs wide. "You see my Cherry dolly...these cherries since they are un ripened they are hard and therefore won’t break so easily as with one that is sweet and delicious." He gave her one of his faux smiles. "Nope not these." Her legs were spread wide and her open sex was displayed for him. She was wearing no panties and she was in desperate need of help.
He said no sex...but he has the look of lust in his eyes. "M-master what are we going to play?" she boldly asked, hoping not to be hit again.
No hits came though, only his laughter rang through the room. "I am so glad you asked little one." He looked at her center and pressed his finger against her pearl. She moaned and tossed her head back. He laughed and rubbed it a little, getting her flushed and ready. Her clitoris was swollen and begged for attention that she didn’t want. "My Cherry dolly...so wet!" The man licked his lips as she moaned louder. He soon withdrew his fingers, elicting a moan of protest from her. "But like I said....I don’t want sex. I want to play with you. And so...the game is something I like to call. Un deux cerise!" Her expression went enigmatic as those words escaped his lips.
"1, 2 Cherry?" She asked. He nodded and picked up the cherry again. "You see...I’m going to take these cherries....there is twenty in all...and I’m going to put them inside you. If you can fit all twenty of them in you...you win." He laughed and she gasped trying to shut her legs. "No, no, no, no!!!" He smacked her once more as she let out a yell of pain..
"Did I ask for you opinion Cherry dolly?" He asked, now laughing as tears fell down her pale cheeks.
"Nope I didn’t. See if you complain I’m just keep putting in more." Soon a servant walked in with a full basket of raw cherries in it. He sat it down by the wicked gentleman and soon walked out. The tears streamed down her face as she shook them off. "Need twenty to win. You look like a strong girl. All of my other dolls that have played this game have all failed." He smirked. She whimpered loudly not looking at him anymore. "Just hurry up and do it!"
He backhanded her and she yelled. "Quiet bitch! Now...lets get this game started..." Her legs were shaking badly as he took one cherry and slowly pushed it into her. She screamed but this time the man put a hand to her mouth. "Oh...and one more rule dear. You can’t make a noise...it will wake the misses...and we can’t have that now can we?" He laughed as he took another cherry and pressed it to her opening. He rolled it along her wet slit, letting her feel the smooth raw fruit against her.
She whimpered and bit her lip as hard as she could when he pushed the second cherry into her tight opening. He smirked at her as her muscles closed in around his fingers. "Oh my you are tight though.." He stopped himself as he grabbed another cherry.." Oh well." He laughed menacingly.
The minutes gone by her eyes widened as tears fell, only the faint sound of her whimpering could be heard over him.. She was bleeding out her vagina now as the sticky juice of the cherries and the thick liquid of the blood flowed down her legs slowly.
Her teeth had made an imprint in her lip now and her lips bled. He was almost finished inserting all the cherries. One by one she had managed to keep quiet to his satisfaction. She felt like vomiting and screaming. The pain ungodly. Tearing right through her...at least with sex he would be done and over with her but not this...this was a game she couldn’t escape.
‘Stop, stop stop’ she told herself in her mind. It was as if he read her thoughts...carefully pushing in each cherry at his speed. Very....very slowly. Just to spite her. She felt the verge in her as the last cherry was near, she couldn’t take the abuse. She couldn’t hold it in as her silenced words bursted out of her in a harsh sobbing tone.. "GOD NO!! NO! FUCK! FUCK! STOP PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP!" The man had stopped to look at the screaming girl above him.
At the last cherry he pushed it into her. He then stood up and smacked her several times across the face. "You Cherry dolly loose the game!" She screamed as he back handed her again. She was sure he had broken something in her jaw but she couldn’t care she was screaming as loud and sobbing uncontrollably. "I said no screaming! No talking!" He had finally lost it on those words as he unchained her and threw her to the ground.
She tried crawling away, but he stepped on her stomach with his foot. "Stop! Let me go!" She screamed again, tears flowing down her cheeks...blood flowing down her legs. The flowing was so heavy that now it was a large puddle in between her legs.
He laughed evilly and smacked her again. "I don’t think so! I was gonna keep you Cherry dolly I really liked you but no! Just like the others!" He snickered and sat on his knees he then grabbed her legs and spread them even more wide. She was lying on her back hopelessly held down by the man.
"There is no god!" He growled as he reached over to the basket of cherries. He took a hand full and thrust his hand up her with the hand full of cherries. "Ahhhhh!!! Fuck! No! NO! HELP ME! HELP!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, banging her arms on the ground. Her voice had become weak the pain coursing through her body, as if she had gotten hit by electricity. The man was laughing louder over her screams and pleas.
"Your god can’t save you now!" He pulled out his bloody hand and reached for more cherries. "Fuck. No. Stop! Please I beg!" She yelled in a moan like scream as he tried kicking him. No matter what though she was always weaker than him.
With a final kick she had gotten lucky and hit his face with her platform shoe and made a long scratch down his face. He stopped and felt the mark. "You.....you ruined my face." He soon returned the gesture and instead he kicked her in her bleeding opening. "Ooohhh ohhh god! Burn in hell!" She yelled and tried crawling away again but he had gripped her ankles. "No...you’re not going anywhere."
He then thrust his hand into her again, eliciting more screams from the little girl below him. "It’s all a lie." He pumped his hand in and out of her filling her with more and more cherries till there was none left in the basket. He sighed, his breath had become ragged as he looked at the motionless girl on the floor. "God had forsaken us all." He whispered.
The girl had taken so much pressure...so many cherries. In her last words she vomited up blood, her stomach swelled with cherries and the blood from her legs made a larger puddle on the floor. Black cherry juice and blood all around her.
"Oh Cherry dolly.." He smiled and sifting his index finger through the blood. He tasted her blood with the un-ripened cherry juice. He then shook her with his hand.
"I loose more toys that way..."
~Fin
(c) T&WF
Wonderful, you MUST do more work like this. Like another toy maybe? >:)
Wow thanks! I was considering it but now I think I will.
good but is this guro?
good but is this guro?
More!
One of my editors was a bit late in returning to me the work I did on Disposble doll pt 2. But I shall post it on here anyway and when she sends me the orginal version ill re post it again. My grammar can't be all that bad right now. Ill admit this isn't one of my better worksa but i'm slowly trying to get into the habit of writing everyday if not consentrate harder.
Anyways here's part 2 of disposable doll.....I just wanna say next chapter if everyone wants has to do with strawberries and a loli boy. ^_^
Dispoable doll - Part 2
The gentleman stood about 5'10, he wore an Armani suit of the finest quality. One would say that he is a bit outdated in clothing, but on the other hand it was stylish. He had long flowing brown hair...of course he always kept it tied up in the back with a matching ribbon. He had big brown eyes that he would always hide behind black thin rimmed glasses.
As you looked at him...
One would have to admit... Mister Aiden Cartiain was very handsome, and without raising his voice he could easily get anyone to submit to him.
Which was an advantage over his prey.
He was an older gentleman, very rich, very powerful and very lonely. He lived alone with his house servants and the occasional toy he would bring in for entertainment. So far every toy he played with seemed to die on him, none of them could play. As Aiden looked at it...forever he would be alone.
A lazy summer afternoon Aiden sat in the parlor sipping tea. The parlor was a small room on the bottom floor of his house. He crossed his legs and took a bite out of a sliced banana. In the room there was a couch, a few chairs and a glass table. The walls were decorated in pink and vanilla colors, very light peaceful colors. There were some portraits and on the other side of him there were chains that hung on the walls, in fact they were hung in several places around the room. He had a theme of chains and ropes in the house, seeing as he never liked to play in the same room twice.
Aiden yawned looking at his newest toy. It was a girl of eighteen years old...much older than Cherry Dolly. She had been acquired through a private source...of course he was skeptical because many toys were used for sex, but he had better ideas than wasting his time on a one second orgasm. She had short blonde hair that was parted in the middle, but she had bangs. The girl had the most lovely ocean blue eyes, they were lit up in fear. She wore an elaborate black dress with lots of ribbons, lace and elegant designs.
She was sitting on the floor her legs spread wide, they were connected to large pedals were she had propped her feet up. Her open sex was displayed in front of him, but he had a look of displeasure lingering across his features.
"Oh, please fuck me sir." The girl whimpered. Aiden only took another piece of the sliced banana and ate it, ignoring the girls request.
"Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me!" She yelled frustrated at him. From Aiden’s angle you could almost see her pre juices dripping out of her. She was very horny apparently, too bad he wasn’t in the mood or he would of obliged before playing with her. Aiden yawned and within a few minutes of her yelling he looked at her.
"Why should I?" He asked calmly, not even looking at her.
"Please! I’m so wet! I ache for you!" She tried to convince him, now leaning her head on the wall. He sighed, all these new dollies wanting nothing but sex. It was mainly his fault by buying slaves from sex slave traders. When he looked at it there was no other choice if you wanted something young, naive and could be taken advantage of without question.
Aiden rolled his eyes then stood up.
"If that’s true how come you are here now Parfait Dolly?"
The girl, Parfait hung her head in shame as he glared at her. He called her that because she enjoyed yogurt, and his eyes she was...perfect. Or so that’s what his gut told him. He only bought her two days ago and already he was having to punish her.
Punish was always such a strong word, playing was much better.
"Because..." She whimpered.
"Because why Parfait?" He asked now walking closer.
"Because I touched myself!" She spat out. Aiden shook his head and lifted up her chin.
"Because you masturbated in the confines of your room....three times. I saw everything." Parfait shivered under his touch.
"I couldn’t help myself..." She whispered. Aiden smacked her.
"I don’t intend on using you for that purpose. So get that disgusting thought out of your little head now!" He yelled, wiping away one of Parfait’s stray tears.
"Yes master..." She replied, sounding a little sad.
Aiden soon backed off and walked back to the small table. On there sat a silver tray and on it were strawberries, cherries and bananas. Many of the bananas were cut up into small pieces , but there were also bananas that were still whole. The whole tray was elaborately decorated with lace, parsley and fancy techniques with the other fruits.
Aiden had it no other way, everything was prepared to the fullest.
"Now, now that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun you know." He spoke, with a bit of lift in his voice tone. He picked up a full banana and smiled over at Parfait.
"Were going to play a little game...a game that I think you might enjoy." He paced back and fourth close to her then looked in her eyes. He put the full banana out in front of her face.
"Tell me....do you know what this is?" He asked, dangling it in front of her. Parfait raised an eyebrow.
"Of course. That’s a banana master." She replied back boldly, not liking the fact that he always would treat her like she had the brain of a child.
Aiden smirked. "Yes, it is isn’t it? Very lovely, grown on one of my private islands and too perfection. Sadly...this isn’t ripe yet." He held it up for a closer examination, it was in fact more green than yellow.
"I can clearly see that master." She muttered, still audible though. Aiden laughed and gripped her chin, making her look at him.
"I don’t like your attitude Parfait." He whispered and let her go. "Which is why the game I’ve chosen for us to play is called Banana cream. Ever play?" He always asked that and when she shook her head he laughed.
"Of course I do not blame you, many of my games are too much fun they never get out and around you know." Parfait gulped and looked at him.
"How do you play?"
"Good question my dear it’s very simple really..." He sat down in front of her looking down at her dripping sex. She gasped and moaned when he took his finger index and stroked her clitoris. He did it a few more times and then stopped when she was panting.
"Very simple indeed. See I’m going to take two of these un ripened bananas and put them in you. I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you....little slut." He laughed as she furiously shook her head in protest.
"No! No Please don’t" He begged but he smacked her in response.
"Shut up. You have no say in this. The other rule is that you have to hold them in you for ten minutes. If you succeed you win. " Parfait nodded.
Sounded easy enough...
Without any warning Aiden took the first banana and twisted it half way into her. She screamed out loud, not being used to just having something shoved into her without preparation. He showed no mercy as her screams got louder, the banana was almost all the way into her. Blood gushing from her opening, tears flowing down her cheeks. Aiden smirked up at her. Parfait’s hair was in her face she was flushed and sweating, but she managed to take the first banana.
"Bastard..." She whispered. He then glared and hit her again across the face.
"I didn’t ask you to speak!" Aiden yelled as he took the second banana.
She looked at the second banana and tears got more heavy, dripping down her neck even.
"Please master stop. It won’t fit! No more please!" She screamed out, but he ignored her and took his index finger with his middle finger and shoved them into her. She gasped as she let out a painful scream
"No! No! No!" She yelled, trying to push him away...but the pedals on the sides kept her legs spread wide. He ignored her still and spread out her opening more so that he could position the second banana in her opening.
"Stop! Stop now please! No more!" He rolled his eyes and started pushing the second banana into her. This time she let out a final scream before her vocal cords started getting raw. Aiden’s hands had become covered in her blood. He was getting off to this...naughty girls getting what they deserve. Within seconds he had fit the second banana half way into her.
"Well that’s good enough. Wouldn’t you say Parfait?" Parfait looked at him and spit on his cheek.
"Bastard! I hope you’re happy." Aiden wiped the spit off his face and smacked her three times.
"Don’t you ever speak back to me." He growled as she yelped. Parfait spit again, but this time Aiden grabbed her jaw. He moved closer to her, his knees becoming drenched in her blood. The bananas still stayed in place as she tried to bite his fingers.
"I’m so sick of that damned mouth of yours." He spoke coldly.
"Fuck you!" She replied forcefully. That only earned her another smack.
"So...sick... of that mouth." He repeated to himself, taking another banana from his pocket. Parfait looked up at him, her confident look now waning as he raised the banana up to her face. He tapped her nose with the end of the tip and smirked.
"Master...I’m so-"
"No, I’m tried of you parfait. You loose the game." He spoke as he took the banana in his hand and shoved it in her mouth, all the way in. Her muffled screams weren’t heard as he forcefully shoved it down her throat. She spread her legs wider as one of the bananas dropped out.
"Oh yes you definitely loose.."
Parfait tossed her head back in terror, the air being lost from the banana. Within a few seconds of tossing and turning couldn’t get anywhere anyway. She collapsed, suffocated to death.
Aiden smiled and stood up, at the same time a small man had walked in. "My gracious! Not another one!" He walked over to the dead girl and Aiden laughed.
"I didn’t like her anyway..."
The man put his hand to hers, taking her pulse. He sighed when none was found.
"That doesn’t matter did you know how expensive she was?"
"Sexed crazed cum slut. Like I really need anymore of those." Aiden yawed and started walking to the door as the man clenched his fists.
"Oh...oh yeah...well-!!" Before he could say another room Aiden laughed.
"You’ll see what I want.." Were the last words he spoke before leaving the room.
~To be continued? ~
Awesome. Moar plz!!!! And would by any chance the man at the end was his accountant?
At first I wasn't sure the /lit section would really take off, but after reading some of the great stories here, this is almost becoming my favorite section
I do plan on writing more to this and havign more stories. I just don't have any good ideas that wouldn't do it.
As for the accountant...I dunno we'll just have to find out ne? ^_~
Can't wait for more. Hope to see more
A fruit-themed fan-fiction, eh? I'm not even into this guro stuff but these stories are really great to read. :)
I'd hate to be his accountant, so many bills....so little time...
What a crock of bullshit.
Pft you have no idea what you're talking about this was really good! UExcept maybe the fruit thing. That was really weird. I'm not sure you can die that way either >XD
cherry girl was the best by far. Death by cherries, hah what an amazing concept..
but seriously with the bannanas, since she was wet and horny she wouldnt have bled so much.. hmm?
Sorry, dearest, but last time I checked, my vagina was not connected quite so directly to my stomach/esophagus...... e_e
Prommie-Wommy Ding-Dong is scared.
It's shit.
The REAL Liz says her affection was not won, srsly sry.
Ugh I know anatomy is wrong -__- but I said I don't know if you can die like that or if it's possible it's just fiction
-_-;;; made up.
try alternative holes, nose and ears for example. Ass too.
Also armpits are nothing but flaps of sking covering up huge holes
you know this is the most well written thing in the whole /lit/
This is quite awesome~ good job. I would love to read some more.
I'm flattered! Thank you! Chapter three is coming up. Ive just been so busy!
to have to wait for something as wonderful as this is the worst torture ever, im going to brutally murder some girls i know to get through these tough times.
You know, I really dolike these stories.
/me nods
Are you going to do one with strawberries or or or bluuuueberries?
Ew, can you imagine one with pineapples or starfruit? That'd make me cringe. ^^;
Goodness those are wonderful ideas. I was planning to use strawberries next though just cause I had something planned out already. But hmmmmmm
Just how big are these dolls? Are they like childrens action figure sized, or are they like jumbo sized dolls, or are they like child sized dolls? o-o;
I mean. God. Bananas....
they arent dolls, their just slutty teenage girls
Can't wait for the next one, this is definitely the best story on /lit/
please keep it up !
i just cant resist bumping this thread, i had my fingers crossed that id get to read another one of these stories for christmas...
i guess ill have to kill myself now
Sorry sorry I just haven't been in the writing mood for this story. Ill post the next chapter up soon U_U;;
Can't wait for the next installment, even if it is a long time coming.
i was kinda looking forward to it being a girl, but at least its another installment. =D
Sorry it took so long to get this thing up. I only hope to god my anatomy is right
Disposable Doll
Part III
A week had passed since both Cherry dolly and Parfait were done with. In the same week Aiden killed off four more girls. He was bored, he was tired and frustrated with the slaves and especially angry with his advisor Pierre...
Pierre Faitdumont. He managed over everything Aiden didn’t...which was pretty much everything . From the slaves, maids, cleaning services, cooking, bills and perhaps the most important aspect: His money. Aiden had his mind in many places, therefore he had trouble managing his financial life. Pierre was a good friend of Aiden, he lived in the mansion in a room near the end of the house.
He was fed, clothed and paid a rich amount for his services. He paced the halls, now angry with Aiden. Twelve girls in two weeks 346,532 down the drain! At this rate he’d go broke! If not in debt... Pierre sighed and walked back to the empty parlor looking at the wall where Parfait was suffocated. He sighed and took a seat.
He had a small secret that he would never be able to get off his chest.
He loved Aiden.
It made him melancholy to think that Aiden would never love him back. He had been through thick and thin, when things were at their worst, when everyone quit on him he stayed by his side. It wasn't fair. Pierre stopped dwelling in the past and focused on the next thing on his to-do list. He looked at a long list of paper from his pocket and smiled. There was a waiting list of slaves to be brought to him. He rolled up the paper and tried to locate Aiden.
~
Aiden sat in the secondary parlor looking out the window. His mind was not in the thought of playing or working or even looking into some new toys. His mind was elseware left in the dark side. He sighed and rubbed his eyes through the confines of his glasses. He was bored and often when he had nothing to do he'd sit around and mope.
Pierre soon managed to find him. "Master..." he spoke softly, but enough to gain Aiden's attention. "Yes?" he asked looking over Pierre in an odd manner. "What can I do for you?" Pierre shook his head. "Nothing for me sir, but your new doll is in." That had brought a small smile to Aiden's thin lips. He was over joyed. as that was the most eventful thing to happen all day. “Send them in.” he sat up like a child eagerly awaiting a new gift.
Hell Aiden was just a small child when it came down to it.
The man’s heart fluttered when he saw that the new toy wasn’t a girl but in fact it was a boy. He smiled and clapped his hands. The boy was tied up and gagged. He had short brown hair that fell over his eyes in a graceful manner and bright green eyes. He was frail and thin and was standing up until Pierre shoved the boy into the ground. “Enjoy master...” he bowed before he exited the room. The boy looked up at Aiden with fear in his eyes. The boy looked only of the age of eighteen and he had been crying. The tears had stained his cheeks and his eyes were red. Aiden had set his cane down and walked over. He sat down next to the boy and un gagged him.
The boy immediately started screaming as he did so. “Ooh my you’re loud.” he laughed as he put back on the gag. “Now listen I bought you, you belong to me. You will succumb to me or die. Do you understand?” the boy only nodded, that must have scared him. “Now when I let your mouth go you will not scream do you understand?” the boy nodded again. “Good...” he smiled freely again as he let go of his gag. The boy shuddered and examined Aiden.
“Hmm well you’re no female but you’re just a good. I have always wanted to play with a boy before...” he shut his eyes only imaging the sick things he’d be forced to do. He was a new addition to the harem and could only go by some of ths stories he had heard about former slaves.
“See I’m not in this business for sex or for gain but for fun you see.” Aiden trailed as he got up and walked over to a table. There was a bowl of strawberries that he picked up to bring over to the boy on the floor. His new toy....
“I like to play a game for my first toys.” The boy looked at him in disgust. So now he was a toy? Aiden sat down next to him again and ate a strawberry. “Mmm these are delicious perfectly in season. “ he said out of context as he indulged himself in the succulent berry. The boy tried to stay quiet for as long as possibly before Aiden finally stopping eating the berries and looked at him.
“Tell me what’s your name?” he asked, lifting up his chin. His skin was so fine. He might as well have been a woman....he just wanted to tear into that flesh of his, that supple Lilly white flesh. “Alan.” he replied. Closing his eyes, as if waiting for a blow, but nothing. Aiden laughed.
“Alan? Not bad, but I think we can do better for a name.” he replied back to him, playing with a strand of his hair. “What are you talking about?” he asked, trying to get him to let go of his hair. Aiden laughed again, his time he tugged on the boys hair to make him fall over. Alan growled and looked up to this new master, who was eating another strawberry. “You know what they call these in Japan?”
he asked as Alan shook his head. “Ichigo.” Aiden replied back simply as he smiled. “These are one of my favorite fruits of all time. So now begins our little game....” He put down the bowl of berries and moved Alan so he lay on his back. He was now looking up to the ceiling, his hands bound behind his head. Aiden pulled a knife from his pocket and started cutting up the boys shirt so tat his whole chest could be seen. He smirked widely to see that he was in fact untouched.
“You’re perfect.” he leaned to whisper in his ear before licking his lobe. Alan shivered, not liking where this was going at all. Aiden ran his hands down his perfectly shaped stomach. “I actually haven’t thought of a name for this game, but either way it will be fun...” he reassured his victim as he removed his hands and reached for the bowl of berries again. This time he only took three strawberries, perfectly plump and in season strawberries, and placed them in a line down his stomach. “What are you doing!” Alan cried out as he twitched, moving one of the strawberries off his stomach.
Aiden laughed. “Now, now we haven’t even started the game yet.” he smiled as he put the fallen berry back on his stomach. “The goal of this game is to keep perfectly still so that the strawberries don’t fall off your stomach, for if they do. You loose. You’ll have to keep them there for fifteen minutes before I let you go.”
Alan sighed in relief. Was that all? This would be easy! “Un, deux, trois...” he counted in French as he took both his un-occupied hands and ran them up his sides. Alan immediately began to twitch, one of the strawberries looking as though they were falling off his stomach. “Hey what are you?!” Aiden was laughing menacingly now. “Keep still or you’ll loose.”
He ran both his hands up his sides a few times before stopping. He then placed a gentle kiss on the lowest part of his stomach. Alan shivered more, closing his eyes tightly. Would he be tortured the entire fifteen minutes? He asked himself as he stopped , now watching Aiden. Aiden looked up at his new toy and cupped his crotch.
Alan let out a moan and stopped fully as another strawberry was looking as though it would fall off. Aiden was smirking now. Maybe this one would actually win one of his games? Who knew... he un buttoned his pants and slid them down, ever so slowly not to make him loose the game purposely. “What are you doing stop!” Alan yelled. “Quite dolly. You’ll like this if you win...” he laughed as he took his limp erection in his hand.
Alan let out a strangled moan, he didn’t want this. Oh gods the strawberries! He tried to stop fidgeting, but so far the strawberries kept a hold on his stomach. “Good very good. You’re better then my last two dollies. You’ll make a great addition to my collection...which is rather small mind you.” he seemed rather proud, but at the same time he had a wicked smile on his face just waiting for him to loose the game.
The three strawberries stayed in place still until then Aiden started moving his hand up and down his shaft. “N-no...” he moaned. But he managed to stay calm... Aiden was enjoying himself too much. “You’re doing great...just a ten more minutes..” he cooed, now stroking him harder and much faster.
Five more minutes had passed and Alan had been pleasured to the point of exploding. He was so close and Aiden knew this. So he continued. “No I’m gonna cum don’t do it.” he cried out. “Please don’t!” he yelled now. Aiden only stroked him faster with those pleas. “Ahhh...AHHH!” he yelled as he arched his back. No, no, no you idiot the strawberries the strawberries! He reminded himself, but it was too late. He exploded in Aiden’s hand and all of the strawberries fell off. Aiden laughed. “Well new dolly without a name. I guess you loose!” he laughed maniacally as he took his knife from the floor. He then positioned it over where the strawberries were. “What are you doing. Please don’t hurt me..” Alan begged as he shut his eyes trying to curl up, but AIden had stopped him. “No you lost so now you must be punished.
He placed the knife on the main part of his stomach and began slicing it open in one large slash. Alan screamed as the blood began flowing down the large wound. Aiden lifted the blade and stabbed the closest organ, which was his liver, now slicing it open. Alan was screaming in pain the whole time, tear flowing down his cheeks in a hurried manner. Aiden then picked up the strawberries one by one and placed them inside the new opening of the stomach. He smiled when he saw how neatly aligned they were.
“Ah there we go now they can’t possibly fall off now.”
“You bastard!” cried Alan as he closed his eyes, only to know he would never open them again.
“Mmm. Thank you. It’s not my fault you can’t play a game.” Aiden laughed and stood up walking to the door.
