[ Warning !!!! Not for the faint readers & haters of Taboo]1
“Do you feel the spirits tingling up and down your spine,” he joked laying me on the examination table besides the cues of corpses.2
I nodded. 3
I was not humored, but instead petrified that I had agreed to testing out his fantasy. After all he was delusional and he worked in a morgue. I saw it only natural for him to have a fascination with the dead. I never expected in a million years that he would want to take as far as he had planned to today.4
I looked around. 5
Each body was tagged and numbered. White cloths covering their bodies. Fingers poking out from the sides. Toes peeping through the gaps of the cloth. It was Nothing like I had anticipated it to look like or feel like.6
The entire room had a presence to it, but that was to be expected. I would never have even stepped into a morgue if it had not been for needing to experience everything in life and for his determination to get me naked on his work bench.7
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked taking a knife from his work station.8
I half nodded. I wanted to close my eyes. I could feel their spirits surrounding me. My eyes widening. My body becoming tense and tight. I watched as he ran the knife along a tattered, blood-stained cloth, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes scanning mine, sensing me of my fear.9
“Cause if you don't want to do it we can go home,” he questioned again stepping towards the examination table.10
I closed my eyes shaking my head. 11
“I want it. S-s-t-top asking me and please just do it,” I stammered spreading my legs and my arms so that they hung over each side of the examination table. Exposing my body to him. Exposing myself to his control.12
It was either now or never and I preferred the now. To the later. At least now it would be over and done with. At least it would be out of his mind and I would never have to be pressured into exploring necrophilia again.13
“Alright I want you to lay very still for a second. If you move I will cut you. Do you understand?”14
I nodded accepting his demand.15
“If you struggle or squirm I will not hesitate to turn the blade. If you make a sound besides any sounds of obvious pleasure I will cut you. Once I begin there is no stopping. There is no safe word. You are under my control until I am ready to release you. Is that understood?”16
I struggled to nod. I kept my arms straight. My legs were shaking. 17
“Remain still. It is going to feel strange, but you must resist the urge to move. You don't want to disobey me. Especially when I am holding a knife,” he said chuckling manically. The knife nearing my cleavage.18
“Trust me. It will feel fucking amazing once you relax and succumb to it. Keep your eyes closed. Feel every one of your senses come alive. In a few seconds you will feel the cold steel back of the knife between your cleavage and my fingers inside your cunt. Remember above everything. Do not move.”19
I felt the blade between my cleavage. His hand resting on my pussy lips. Two fingers rotating circles around my swollen clit.20
“Do you know what I am going to do to you?” he asked pacing his circles, decreasing speed as his voice dropped an octave to a husky malevolent tone that caused my nipples to perk against my own control.21
I did not move. I did not say a word. I knew he was testing me. 22
“I am going to slide this knife up and down your slit. So you can feel it against your clit. Does that make you wet? Do you want that?” he asked dragging the blade down my stomach.23
I bit my tongue. Fighting against my own bodies natural reactions. The idea had sparked instant arousal. The blade had caused my cunt to become overwhelmingly damp. I tasted the faint flavor of my own blood mingling with my saliva and bit my tongue harder.24
He slid the knife down my cunt. The edge tracing my slit slowly, painfully. He slid his two fingers deep inside me. Holding the knife tip against my clit. I could feel it pressing into my supple skin. The danger of his control causing my heart to thump violently inside my chest. I broke out into a sweat.25
“Oh fuck you're wet,” he stated pressing the knife harder into my clit. “I so want to fuck your cunt with the knife handle. I want to see your reaction when I slide the handle inside your soaked cunt and fuck you merciless. My little bitch. Would you like that?26
To Be continued...
Author notes
I wrote this random story because it would not get out of my head. I have no idea where it is going or what its purpose is. I do like some aspects of it, but it is extremely raw and controversial. I have no fear.
Blair ;]
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Comments
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Intriguing to say the least. Well written and in line with what I was asking for in this contest. An EXcellent entry :-)
Dw
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I'll have to delete this out of my contest because it looked like you didn't read the contest closely.
only horror poems. Sorry.
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I am not a ban taboo type of person. I welcome it. Relish in it. Hell! honey, I made it. This was spectacular. Taboo calling on the line and they want more.
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You roped me in from the very beginning and kept my attention very well. I would LOVE to read more of this!! It's very well written, and extremely erotic. Fantastic write!!
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Very strange and creepy here. It's an awesome story, and really well written. Hope you win!
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omg, I loved this so much! Please hurry with the next one!
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Oh my god I thought I can get sick and dark. I bow to the queen. OMFG this was amazing and shocking.
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OMGs...fucking fantastic...i love the darkness of this one...very, VERY wonderful...
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well I hope your sickness is going somewhere I don't like being near dead bodies and that was gross and creepy but the guy was very commanding and I liked that
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This was very descriptive and the story was pretty good, too. I think you should definitely make a second part of this, so that we can all get deeper into your story idea as it develops, Blair. I think you have something quite good brewing here and all you need to do now is stir the pot until it's finished. I believe you'll have a nice blend when it's done.
Keep up the great work and don't stop writing until you want to--which I hope never happens--because if writing is what you love, then you should do it. No one should back down from what they truly love, is what I think. You know that, though, so I don't need to tell you this. I just do because I like wishing good on people, even if it's not needed.
Keep working. You'll get published sometime, for sure.
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Well written, but the whole concept of "knife play" kind of makes me squeamish. Remember necrophilia is to have sex with dead bodies. It's the physcial act not being in a room with them and engaging in intercourse (I strongly advise you NOT to write a story where dead bodies are involved in sex, because SW could ban you). Overall still a morbidly interesting and hot write. Your talent shines through regardless of the grim content.
~ Ink
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Jebus girl! I am sickly aroused by the bending of this girl to his will. I am also terrified for her that he might get lost in the fantasy and our poor little heroine will end up needing a morgue and that already makes me sad. Keep writing baby girl!
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Mmm...let's just say: that would never be me. The way you describe it, though, I feel like it is. Like it's me.
I really do hope you make this more than just a random story, because I'm hooked on it. After all, I did read it all.
I do have a few suggestions:
Par 2: “Do you feel the spirits tingling up and down your spine,” he joked laying me on the examination table besides the cues of corpses. [“Do you feel the spirits tingling up and down your spine?” he joked, laying me on the examination table beside the cues of corpses.]
Par 4: After all he was delusional and he worked in a morgue. [After all, he was delusional and worked in a morgue.]
Par 6: It was Nothing like I had anticipated it to look like or feel like. [It was nothing like I had anticipated it to look or feel like.]
Other than that, and a hope for more of the "corpse" side of it, I really liked it! Keep it up!
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Quiet disturbing. I read this because of the name, and thinking maybe it would touch a little more on the forensices side. Not the icky im gonna screw you with a scalpel side. Makes me wonder what got you to write this.
Also, unless you delve into something that actually includes the dead bodies around you, then it isn't experimenting with Necro it is just sex in a creepy place.
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so far, so good. very arousing reading the things he is doing to her. I would like to see where you take this and how far he is willing to go.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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very eroticly done and very nicely done a well written story cant wait to read more very nicely done again.
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