"Time To Kill"

I woke up drenched in sweat as the night spilled around me like death. I stared into the dark abyss, gasping for air. A single thought screamed in my mind, over and over again. Its meaning struck me so powerfully that I found myself becoming aroused. That in itself was quite unexpected considering the theme of this thought. I spoke the words as they slipped from my trembling lips…“Time to kill.”

A laugh escaped me but it was not my own. It seemed to come from a place deep inside that was completely foreign to me. Unnatural urges were invading my body as if I was a host being used for some secret and sacred agenda. Images of blood, lots of blood, mixed with a lustful desire I had never felt before was spreading through my body. My sex was throbbing painfully and I felt utterly helpless against it. I was suddenly so hot, burning in fact, that I ripped off my nightshirt and underwear like a sex-starved animal. I started caressing my breasts, now so tender and full. Those blood-lust images flashed in my minds eye and again I uttered, “Time to kill.”

In my dream I was bent over on my knees and a thick heavy metal chain tied me to the bed post. I felt a hard leather strap wrap around my neck. My hands were cuffed behind me. Someone spread my legs apart and then someone or something was fucking me. It was big and hard and had a slimy feel to it. It entered me and seemed to grow inside of me. I then felt this thing divide in two, each piece probing and thrashing, touching places which made me spasm uncontrollably. The feeling was incredible, like nothing I have ever experienced before. It continued relentlessly to molest and stimulate and thrust its flesh into mine. I came so hard that it woke me up and snapped me back to reality. Before I could stop myself I get the phone from the bedside table and dial an old boyfriend’s number. Within ten minutes there is a knock at the door. Again I whisper, “Time to kill.”

I jump out of bed and open my closet. I stand there and stare at myself in the full length mirror and immediately recognize the growing darkness behind my eyes. I don’t try to fight it this time. It would be futile at best. I welcome my alter ego with arms wide open. The twisted sadistic rage, the pain and pleasure derived from my perverse thoughts of death and darkness finally push me over the edge and into a world I willingly embrace. I am ready to feel a higher kind of love. Yes, tonight will be the night of my first kill.

I open the door and greet him with my nakedness. A rush of cold wind whips around me. It feels nice on my heated body. He pulls me close and we kiss. He pushes the door shut with his foot. I bite his lower lip and break the skin. I taste his blood. He doesn’t seem to mind. He cups my crotch and rubs my clit with his thumb. Then he’s pushing fingers inside me. Fucking me with them. He doesn’t stop kissing me and I’m so aroused it’s incredible. His thumb rubs my burning clit into oblivion. I come hard. The intensity of the orgasm causes me to lose my balance but he catches my fall.

In my head I hear “Time to Kill.” I break free from his grasp and tell him to go into the bedroom and get ready for the fuck of his life. He smiles a devilish smile and does just that. I make my way into the kitchen and open the utensil drawer. I take out the largest carving knife I could find. With a steady hand I hide the knife behind my back and saunter into the bedroom. He’s lying naked in the middle of my queen size bed. His dick is hard and ready and he’s stroking it.

I go around to the side of the bed and slip the knife under the mattress. Like a cat I walk on all fours towards him making sure to raise my ass high up in the air. I stop for a moment and an image flashes in my mind. I see him covered in blood. I see myself bathing in his death. I lick my lips. He’s hard and ready. I don’t want to play any games and right now I’m really not into foreplay. All I want is his cock inside me. Pounding me. Thrusting into me with as much force as he can deliver. It still won’t be enough but it will do.

Once I get on top and slide his beautiful cock in my wet cunt we fuck like animals. He pulls me towards him and kisses me. I bite his lip and break the skin. I can taste his blood in my mouth. It’s delicious. In my mind I see flames all around us. I can feel the intense heat almost scorching my body. I continue to fuck him until I come; howling like a wolf. My nails dig into his chest and I scratch him hard until I see blood pour out of the wounds. He doesn’t stop me. He is lost in his own euphoria.

Then, from what seems like the depths of hell, tiny tentacles appear and slither over his body making their way to my pussy. These little snake-like organisms attach themselves to my clitoris and violently rub me until I’m plagued with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. They make their way up to my chest and start relentlessly manipulating my nipples. One slips into my ass hole and I am now being poked and prodded from every angle. I continue to ride my lover, who by now is begging to be set free. I watch as these slimy snakes tie each of his hands to the bedpost, doing the same at his ankles. I’m shaking uncontrollably. I’m going to come again. The stimulation is more than I can handle. I’m falling backwards but something keeps me steady. I come again and again until I fall limp atop my screaming lovers body.

When I wake up I still have his dick in my cunt. It’s still hard and ready to go. I look into his bloodshot eyes he is rambling incoherently. At first I am a little startled but his cock is hard inside me and I am compelled to start fucking him again. I notice that his hands and ankles are still bound but not by anything alien – chains secure his imprisonment. Did I do that to him? I can’t seem to remember. I reach over and grab the knife. Once its firmly in my grasp I bring it into his view and his eyes focus on the shiny blade. He tries to scream but I put my hand over his mouth and continue to push his cock deep inside me. I feel the rush and I’m coming. I raise the knife and plunge it deep into his belly. I do it again and again. Blood is pouring out of him, splashing onto my face, my breasts, my arms. I’m still coming while I continue to stab him over and over again. Finally I slit his throat and drop the knife onto the floor.

I take my hands and frantically rub them all over his bloody body. I bring my hands to my breasts and start fondling my nipples. I take my bloody hands and bring them to my face and use his blood like it was water. I feel it replenishing me. Rejuvenating my soul.

I’m so fucking turned on right now. To my surprise his cock is still hard inside me. I am like an addict now. I cannot free myself from his hard cock. I have no other choice but to fuck him with all of my might. I’m desperate to come again. It’s now a need rather than a want. I can’t think of anything else until I feel that rush spread though me one more time. I ride faster and faster. I throw myself onto his body and I am swimming in his warm blood. I take my bloodied hand and start rubbing my clit, faster and faster. I’m panting and can hardly breathe. Then that incredible rush flowers inside me and I come so hard I topple over him and fall directly onto the floor.

When I feel some of the control returning to me I jump into the shower and then quickly got dressed. I don’t bother to clean up. I don’t take any of my belongings. There is no need for that. I have a purpose now. As I am welcomed by the night, the cold wind burns my face but I walk faster, gaining strength with each step I take. The need again gnawing at my insides.