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There was a certain illusion that manifested itself within her, and crawled about under the skin like small spiders, invading her with their ravenous hunger. Biba shuddered as she rubbed the chill from her upper arms and shoulders. Her new acquaintances seemed at one point to frighten her unmercifully, and then within the same breath gave her the pleasure of dark passion that laid dormant deep inside her, but now it has awakened to become the creature, and shouts to her with its apparent evil, creating the addiction to its corruption and desire. She shook her head as she bent over and turned off the water to her bath, its liquid warmth reflected off the cold white porcelain and small ceramic tiles that enveloped the room with its antiseptic nuance. She let her red bathrobe fall to the floor, and stood staring into the clear water. Small ripples interlaced with steam glided across its surface as Desmond's face came into view within its mixture, then she sensed him behind her....Touching her. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingertips moving gently across her sensitive skin, "Desmond," she whispered.
Biba turned as he dropped the black leather satchel to the floor, her eyes followed the movement, noticing in one hand that he held a hammer with white rope, and in the other a long shaft of cold steel. He drove the spike deep into the tiled wall, the ropes which bound her wrists tightened around the shaft as pieces of shattered tile and plaster fell on her head with every blow. She strained as her toes balanced on their tips, looking as if she were caught in the middle of some dark ballet, moaning to him as he stepped back and began removing his clothing. "My darling Biba...... Aren't we looking enchanting this evening......."She looked up, and her black eyes meet his, "untie me Desmond………You know that I'm yours completely, please." He smiled, " do you wish release Biba?" He moved towards her as their pale bodies met, his lips came close to hers, "do tell me…………."She struggled against her bonds as her body tried frantically to embrace his, "No………..I……..I Don't know………" She screamed as she felt his hardness moving along her inner thigh, the swollen head then teased at the entrance to her wet delicate flesh, still sore from the previous evening when he had ravaged her in the elevator. Desmond felt alive, kissing her along her neck, biting her softly, then moving across her shoulders and slowly down to her areolas, and there his tongue became long and forked as he made wet circles around her hardening nipples. Moving from one small breast to the other…. Kissing, caressing, fingers digging deeply into her sides as his lust for her took him to the horizon of her soul, moving once again within its aura, and to defile the things which were sacred, to penetrate deep into the secrets that she held so dear. She dug her heels deep into the calves of his legs, and climbed up until her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her warm wetness meeting his hard flesh, enveloping it in its tight aperture, taking it deep inside her. She screamed once again as he moved out, then back inside her slowly, "take me…………Hard Desmond, hurt me………Fuck me." Then Biba felt the cold hands against her legs, touching her with erotic fingertips. She opened her eyes and saw small glimpses of a beautiful angels slender arms and delicate hands as she stood behind Desmond, her arms seemed unusually pale even against his white flesh as she caressed his nipples, the apparition then held Desmond's buttocks as she guided him even deeper into Biba's sensitive desire. "Take it all Biba………….Take him deep inside you, feel the pain…….. The pain you so desire!" Desmond slammed Biba's body hard against the cold white tiles as his rhythm increased and his thrusts became harder, the two dark ones violated her….Taking her within the depths of the dominion. Torturing her body and her soul, delivering her unto her own dark dreams. Desmond fought against the desire of reaping her soul completely, to devour her innocents wholly into his retched addiction. He needed her living flesh, he lusted for her warmth…………..For the soul that beckons him closer to her. She sat in the corner at the far end of the bathroom, her body shaking with uncontrollable spasms………..Her bloody wrists held out in front of her, the stained rope still clung loosely to her forearms, her wet matted hair hung down into her eyes and stung them with salty sweat. "What in Satan's name…………..?" She laughed uncontrollably as the room began to enclose her in the bright light that hung from the ceiling, its long chain still swayed methodically from the violence that had transpired. She had now evolved into a child of the darkness, Desmond and the dark angel had tainted her with their evil……..And she reveled in the journey, taking the pain which fed her new addiction and wondered if she would survive the next encounter. Biba closed her eyes, the desire remained, and the hunger encompassed her soul, tearing at her, creating the needful. |