Kendra the Kiss Pt. 1

Roughly rocking the silk-ladened bed she looked away from his glazed over eyes to see her own reflection in a cracked mirror. Who is she to violate the voiceless, dominate the submissive and move the unmoved? She is Kendra the Kiss, the most wanted murderer in the city of New York, U.S.A. Not only is she a necropheliac but she finds joy in amputation and collecting a part of their bodies, a grim reaper in the form of a corset and knee-high boots. She lifted her body off of the breathless old man and looked at the wall next to her. Every two inches of wall had a display of someone's lips. She always had a fascination for lips, the moisture and pleasure of the forbidden kiss. With each murdered body she would fuck and give pain and pleasure to the corpse which cannot feel. Later she would carefully cut off the lips and return the corpse into its home and place the lips in a new and empty display case on her wall.1

After a brief look at her collection she turned back to the mass of dead tissue on her bed. She felt this man was special and felt obligated to give him another run. She smirked and unzipped his pants swiftly without a hint of care of what she will do next. His erect cock stood out into the cold and chilly air in the dark room. Candles were lit everywhere, she always has loved the smell of burning wick. For the first time the dead and cold stare from his eyes began to scare her so she blindfolded him. She mounted herself on him and quickly slid his cock into her awaiting womanhood. An army of chills crawled up her spine to feel his cold and dead cock in her body which only made her want more. Without realizing what she was doing, she rode on him up towards the ceiling and back down onto her bed. She grabbed a knife conveniently placed on the silk blankets, blindly stabbing into his swollen chest and cutting away glistening pieces of flesh to soon be replaced by blood. She lapped up the puddles of blood covered all over his body and tied his arms to the bed post. The time has arrived.2

Reaching her climax, she allowed her fluids to mix with the blood covered all over his body and she stared at the many holes in his chest. She began to probe each and every hole with her fingers while lapping up the blood seeping out. Panting and moaning as drops of sweat fall onto the corpse she has had enough of her fun for the next little while. 3

Quickly, she got up and looked into the cracked mirror yet again. Something about her reflection terrified her, something alien and unusual. Shaking her head, she thought she must be driving herself crazy. Maybe a nice cool-down from her session would do her just fine. With her mind made up to take a long walk outside, she gathered her coat and took a few steps towards the door. Suddenly, she heard a rustling coming from the bed where she kept the corpse. She turned around and to her horror, the corpse was becoming reanimated right before her eyes. His chest began to pace up and down rapidly, he is breathing! To her horror, the holes she punctured into his body began to heal themselves. This has never before happened to Kendra, she didn't know what to expect or what she was witness to.4

She reached for another knife but blindly missed it and instead picked up a pane of glass. She began to stab the corpse once again and cutting her own hand at the same time. No pain mattered at the moment, she just wanted this corpse to stay as a corpse. Her attempts were useless as the corpse just stood up and shook off the excess blood pouring down his body. She tried to tie him down to the bedpost once again, but he freed himself from her bonds. He picked her up and tied her to the bed post and rapidly stripped her of her clothing. Every piece of clothing became tattered and shredded, including her studded ruby corset. What once was a corpse was making the tables turn, she became the submissive slave to her own victim. His erect shaft rubbed against her breats as he began to lower himself. She tried to find another object to stab him with and found her trusty knife. After many trials to at least get him away, she finally lodged the point of the knife into his heart. Instantly, he dissolved into a pile of ashes.5

Immediately, Kendra knew what exactly this corpse had turned into. A creature of the knight, the vampire. How it happened, she had no idea but she did feel something new, something strange, something terrible: regret. As a child she has always fancied vampiric stories, and she wished now that she'd let him do as he pleased with her. Maybe this will start a new line of crime for her, a necropheliac who turns her murdered victims into vampires. New adventures of sexual ecstacy in her path, where she has her turn as both the dominatrix and the submissive slave.6

With a new idea of murder and crime on her mind, she placed the ashes into a jewelry box lined with diamonds and glistening emeralds. Why should she have to deal with an entire corpse when she can merely stash the ashes into this beautiful jewelry box? This is a new beginning that will lead to the end of many lives.7

End of Part 1.8