The Flower

They was some magic about her, I normally don’t grab girls. However, for this temptress that attracted me to her. She was the perfect female form, she had an athletic build. I noted that as I run my gloved hand along her figure.  It was like touching a caramel statue, I needed her to woke soon. Watching her hanging from the restrains I had placed her in, the sight of such a form under my control enticed me. Normally, it is men that do this to me, however this little flower, I had met in a bar. 1

She was already pretty drunk, when I had arrived. Not much of a challenge; however, she made up for it. After a little small talk, I lured her away from the crowd, away for the undeserving eyes. She was to be mine and mine alone. I am in fact a collector of wondrous thing like this one, even her name fit her, Heaven. Baby girl, you mother named you right on that mark. 2

I had brought her to my workshop, to add her. But, I could have a new dolly without playing with her first. I laughed at the thought of all the things I had rolling around in my mind for this little flower. My pussy lips started to moisten from the ideas, but one seemed fitting. I caressed her skin in my hands, her body shining under the moans glow. She was all mine. 3

Suddenly, while I was trapped by her beauty, her body started to jerk. She was up alright, and aware of where she was. Muffed cries spurred from her lips, but I guess it is kind of hard to scream with you mouth sewed shut. Just a precaution, in cause my little songbird sings. She hung just high enough, held in the air but my chains. Her head turning trying to get a vision of her surroundings. I wonder if it scared her more the room was darkened. Though I am proud of them, I don’t like to show off my toys. I live for the surprised looks on the faces of my prey.  Her eyes begged for me to let her go. I rested my hand upon her face and smiles as I liked the bitter sweetness of her turns. She tried to turn her head in disgust but, my hand held her in place. One thing I have learned is that talk is cheap, and this little flower, had my pussy hunger. 4

Tracing her flesh with my tongue, I love they way she cringed as I cover her neck to her shoulder. However, there was something about the way she shook when I had rested  around her nipples. Mmmmm, her areola had a smooth sweetness to it.  She would definitely be something worth remembering. She cried, I guess for me to stop, there was no chance of that happening, this little flower was to be mine.  Her body quivered and struggled, but she couldn’t escape the restrains or my tongue.  5

I watched Heaven as I tasted around her nipple, teasing the frightened little flower. This is what I lived for the fear and the terror captured in my flower’s eyes. My pussy screamed for a release. It wasn’t long before her body gave into what her mind didn’t want. It wasn’t long before her cries mixed with moans. Taking her hardening nipples in my mouth, I started to sucking on them, gliding my tongue over them slowly, teasing them. You could tell from the look in her eye she didn’t want me to see her desire, the pleasure she was getting in this. My pussy, loves the look of a helpless victim. 6

With her tit, still in my mouth and a devilish smile, I had my first taste of blood for the night. Biting deep into her mound’s flesh, she screams, as my teeth dug deeper and deeper. She violently shock, the sound of her cries and chains, drove me wild. It wasn’t long before I moved to her other nipple, teasing it before tasting this lovely flower’s blood. In fact, by the time I was done with the foreplay, this young flower, had  deep bit mark all over her breast. 7

Her tears came faster now, she looked at me with anger, fear, disgust, terror. The look in those emerald eyes, nearly made my pussy cream. Nonetheless, I wanted to save my time for later. I wanted my little flower to flow with nectar, to sing of pleasure and pain. She looked at me with panic and curiosity as I disappeared into the darkness of the room. 8

I walked to my toy box, a tool shed I keep in the place just for all my fun toys. I scanned the open shed for the right tools. Their was my 12-inch dildo with a razor on each side. I didn’t want a cut up for my collection. I could use my shocker, a metal rod I had connected to a car battery, I can beat her pussy was soaked, so that would ruin my fun fast. The drill strap-on, the thorn bush, nothing seemed jut right till a look even further gave me an idea. 9

I could still hear her pleading and screaming, with her mouth sewed no one was going to hear her. Her eyes widened once she saw what I brought in. 10

It was one of my favorite of toys, a vibrator of course, but a special one, one I had used only once before. She started to struggle again, I love it when they think there is an escape. My pussy quaked now, I wanted to end this, it is very hard to control myself when I get like this. Reminding in control of my own urges, I plugged the vibrator up, like I said a special toy of mine, for my special flower. 11

This time as she saw my approaching she kicked out, knocking me good to the ground. I have to say, I do love it when they put on a nice fight. A shame I wasn’t in the mood for a fight tonight. She made my bleed from that one kick, I would have loved to, but I had other plans, for my flower. As I rose, she tried again, but missed, I wasn’t going for her this time. I went to the wall to give my flower a better view. With a turn of a knob, my flower was turned up-side down. Her body lowered just enough. Her muffed wails amused me as, her leg were pulled in opposite directions. 12

As I returned to my screaming flower, I let my robe drop to the ground. I guess the sight of my body frighten her more. I would if it was the scars, the marks, the wounds, whatever it was she looked at me with a whole new tear. As for my body, what can I say I had an interesting father.13

She looked at me with something else to, something I couldn’t place. Once she saw my baby, something that made this flower, stop crying. Her body, still shock as my hands graced her thighs, rubbing the dildo across them. Her aroma was strong,  my lower lip quivered as I had to give it one kiss. Mmmmm, her juice were like a drug, a new form of ecstasy.  14

Without pause I forced every inch of my toy, inside her. My body begged for me to cum, I needed it, I need her first. She let out a moan as my toy, pushed it’s way deep inside her.  Even muffed it had the ring of an angel. I could still hear her faint tears and I turned on my toy, she could feel it’s use right away. It’s strong vibrates, that sent a ripple through her body, I should know I have used this toy before. Well, maybe not on the setting I had given her. 15

It wasn’t long before her legs tensed. She was trying to regain control of herself. Her hand clenched into a fist, I knew the second use of my toy was in effect. I could feel the heat raising off it as I pulled it out. I knew she could as well, it was then that I turned it to another setting. The reason this toy is my favorite, with each pasting second, her body teased as she continued to try and fight it’s urges. It has been my knowledge that give it enough incentive and the body can took over. She was just another example as her moans grew louder. I couldn’t help but look down and see traces of blood dripping from her mouth. 16

But the way she was going she was close to cumming, anyone could tell she was trying to fight it. The sweat of her body adding to her shine in the moon, and my desire, this flower had me rubbing my legs together to control myself.  Soon, she let her body go, and erupted. This one was a gusher, her juices, her nectar, nearly force the toy out of her. I looked down at her face and I loved the sight. She had moved her mouth so much that the thread I used to sew it shut was ripping through her flesh. 17

After a while, she had stopped cumming, but not screaming, she was learning first hand why this was my favorite toy, a vibrator that had a built in heater. A the smell of cooking flesh arouse my nose, she was shaking, struggling again to get away.  For once the heater was turned on, it was continue to raise and raise. What started as a warm sensation, turned into sheer pain. It only got worst for her as I continued to thrust my toy, in and out. 18

It wasn’t long before, she forced her mouth open, forcing the threads out all the way, her screams were like music to my ear. It would only be a matter of time before someone heard her, or she would bleed to death. Pity I wanted to have more fun. She still cried as I removed the vibrator from her scorched pussy, but her terror only begun as I forced it down her throat. She could close he mouth after the wounds she gave herself.  There were her muffed screams again, it didn’t take long before her eyes turned lifeless. My flower had gone away. I could almost envy her, but my pussy cried for something else. 19

After removing her from her chains and letting her lifeless body fall to the ground. I had my way with her, there was no pleasure higher for me then sleeping with the corpse of someone I had just killed. The images still fresh in my head. Oooooohhhh, that was the best orgasm I had ever had. Once finished, I picked up my prey and took her to a special room. I was hidden behind the shed, what looked like a wall, was in fat a door, to my freezer. Where the rest of my collection stayed until I grew tired of them. All my victims, lifeless, but one flower.  I have placed her in the center, she was the first women to every allure me. She was my flower, and needed to be well in the center.  As I looked around, I noticed I needed to make more room, I was going to start a new collection now.                     20