Horror

Alien Symbiote: Part 4, Killing Lena

Monday It was Monday, a week after I had infested myself with the alien symbiote. I was sitting in my usual chair when I felt a sudden urge that I needed to destroy someone. I was feeling a growing warmth in my body, a growing compulsive need to do something. The two women were home, Robin and Lena. Robin was off in a bedroom so I felt my attention shift to Lena, my eyes seeming to zoom in on her. It had been a week since my cock had pushed something into her womb and my flush of need to act reminded me of that moment. I shifted forward on the chair spreading my legs and ordered Lena to come kneel between my knees. She looked around for a moment, a small glance of fear …

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Goblins

“Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren’t go a-hunting, for fear of little men.” -William Allingham, “The Fairies” *** “I want to dance with the hill people at night,” Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun was slipping behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, but no one was there that Megan could see. She frowned. “What do you mean?” Flora looked up at her. “Every night the people dance and sing all over that hill, and the lights are very pretty.” “They bring lights?” “They ARE lights.” Megan tsked. “No nonsense,” she said. “Get ready for bed.” Flora climbed off the chair and trotted up the stairs, skirting past her brother on the floor. Megan …

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Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 03

Chapter Four: Further Training. I felt like I was being stabbed in the head over and over again. My puffy eyes popped open and for a brief moment I forgot where I was. As if the events of the past couple days were terrible nightmares that I was finally waking up from. Much to my chagrin however, the worn lime green shag carpet remained beneath my naked and chained body and I was still a prisoner to a sick pervert. Ten seconds passed and another painful jolt found its way directly into my brain. I quickly moved my little body up and got on my knees, spread my thighs wide, arched my back and cupped my firm little breasts. I stayed in that position for what seemed like forever, once again feeling my thighs go …

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Circus of Darkness 3:Final Chapter

Damien told Carmen to stay put while he went to investigate. Despite a short lived argument he ran off and Carmen was left alone in a room full of mirrors. It crept the hell out of her, everytime she turned she was expecting to see something else instead of her reflection. Silence filled the room with a bit of wind coming every few minutes or so. Then the length of time he was gone got longer. It had been a full fifteen minutes. She started to get scared. “Damien!” the Native American born women had black soot like hair and darkened skin, called. Wearing spandex pants and a white tank top with ankle high, high heeled booties she closed her legs together beginning to get cold. Every house has an aura. Every building has a …

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SOUTH OF HEAVEN

SOUTH OF HEAVEN The familiar (dis) chords screamed out the cargo van’s stereo system with twin guitars growling against the dusk of a cool fall evening. The words “ On and on, south of heaven” sung repeatedly by Tom Araya fueled the driver with even more adrenaline. His rough hands gripped the wheel tightly as he licked his thin lips, wetting them with his tongue. When he stopped the van before hanging a left turn he allowed himself a quick glance at the precious cargo sitting in the bay. Seeing the covered dog carrier crate brought a smile to his face. He turned back to the road and turned down a street filled with machine shops, storage yards and auto body shops for the most part. Many of the businesses had fences topped with razor …

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Monster World (MW): The Prologue

Venessa stared at her hand holding the lever. She could hear the freedom cries of all f the creatures. “What did I do?” she wondered to herself, “Zombies, goblins, orcs, ghosts, a boogeyman!” she whispered. She smiled in a huffing laughter, well the world needs a bit more excitment I guess. She looked outside as the zombies were the last thing to leave the building. “Maybe the world needs a zombie apocalypse. Enough people have plans for it.” she laughed again. Lira woke up in a gasp. Escaping with only minor cuts. She remembered Freddy’s words. “We’re free, I say goodbye to you for now Lira.” followed by a loud sinister laugh. She stood up then walked to the nearest window seeing all of the monsters rush out. “A Monster World huh? That’s a scary …

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Undulating Waves

Undulating Waves By rutger5 An Original Story Copyright 2017 [Dedicated to and inspired by the shades of those that have gone before. Small, petty minds can’t appreciate greatness but can only attempt to tear it down.] Of course I’ll tell you my story if you’re willing to listen, though I doubt it will do much good. Still, if there’s even the slightest chance of the truth getting out then it’s worth it. Besides, one gets tired of talking to the same few people all the time. The orderlies aren’t here for their conversational skills, I assure you, and Dr. Phillips spends a lot of time listening to me but never says what he thinks about what I’ve told him. You say you’re a reporter from a New York newspaper. That’s good, I guess. Perhaps with …

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Alice and the Big-Girl Rapist

It was ten in the morning when the man who had called about the sofa Alice was selling arrived at her door. Alice is a pretty BBW in her mid forties. Blonde 5′ 3″ tall weighing about 210 pounds, she is dressed in black slacks and a sensible blouse. She answers the door with a smile and the anticipation of getting rid of that old couch taking up space in her spare bedroom. The Big Girl Rapist smiles back and steps into the home of his next victim. He looks her over. Gorgeous: large bust, hips and a bubble ass that so excites him. He admires the sway of her ass as she leads the way to the back bedroom. The Big Girl Rapist had been trolling through For Sale ads in the local paper …

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The Last Halloween

“I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids” -Robert Brault *** Somewhere in one of the darker corners of the world, a witch and a ghoul stood at the entrance of a cemetery at midnight, and both of them were afraid. They weren’t afraid of what was inside: Rather, it was everything outside that scared them. “Mark my words,” said Stokes, shuffling his old undertaker’s boots in the dirt, “tomorrow will be the last Halloween for all of us.” A night breeze stirred the tree branches and the old cemetery gate creaked, as if in agreement. Anne knew he was right. There was something in the air that year, some quality of the night or the moonlight or just the entire world, that suggested …

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Damien Skylar chapter 6

*Author’s note- This is mine, do not steal. This is chapter 6 of the series, if you haven’t read the others I suggest you go do so. This contains flashes of non consent and murder, I do not condone, nor should you go out and do it. The symbols later on are satanic, the A with the circle around it represents animal/human sacrifices it, it can also stand for anarchy, the second symbol, the triangle, is used to confine demonic forces during rituals. This story will be posted on the account xxxArtemisDawnxxx on literotica.com and on ArtemisDawnXXX on XNXX.com. * ‘…’ thoughts *…’s POV* Point of veiw change <…> memories Chapter 6 *Part 15* *Shelly’s POV* Flashes pass through her mind as quick as lightning through her apologies she’s speaking out loud. I feel weighed …

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Lonely Hearts_(0)

It was another just another weekend for me, my assignments were done and there was no courses for next two days. I was staring at the screen of my television with a controller in my hand trying to lose myself in another world on the screen. Yet my heart was just not in it that day, even the video games I used to distract myself with. I blew out a long sigh and tossed the controller to my side on the empty space of my couch. It was in that moment I had keenly felt the loneliness I was trying to escape from. I sought out my phone for comfort, opening it up to the myriad of social media and dating I had been using. I swiped through pictures of my old friends who I …

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Voodoo doll

My name is Amy, I am writing about how my life has been ruined. While I write this I am sitting on a chair with a hole in the seat. There is a bucket under it and another under my chin. Cum drools out of my mouth, ass, and cunt 24 hours a day. It started over a year ago, and it took a while before I found out how it started. A boy in my class had (has?) a crush on me. I teach English in a high school. People would describe me as tall, blonde, and stacked. Blonde curly hair and blue eyes and rosebud lips. In the 3 years before it all went downhill I had a lot of boys ,and a few girls, flirt with me. I had to let them …

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Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 05

Chapter Nine: The Contract and Adornments. The relief that I felt from finally having an orgasm was short-lived as it wasn’t long before the regular masturbation and edging sessions had brought me back into a pink cloud of desperate arousal. Even as Master allowed me to experience more and more climaxes, it was never enough to fully satisfy the constant craving and desperate need that my willowy body cried out for. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that the only time he allowed me to cum was when he was enjoying the flavors of my love tunnel with his mouth. It was clear that during oral sex he wanted to pleasure me and see my little body overwhelmed with desire, but other times when he stuck his cock in my whore hole …

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Cursed

My name is Billy, and im here to tell you that size…it matters. I don’t want this story to sound too cliché… I first noticed it in middle school. Changing in the locker room at school. I notice…well everyone noticed…my member was the biggest in the room. After discovering porn, I new what I had. Well what I thought I had. I remember hearing the stories my older brother told me about high school and college. “Man Billy, just wait…girls are going to be throwing pussy at you”. He’d say. Once in high school, my 4 years were spent at parties in the back room with some freshman girl. Id drop my pants and watch as their eyes shot open at what dangled in front of them. I got used to a few things. First; …

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Alien Symbiote: Part 3, Mammary Mangling Rose.

Saturday: I was exploring the changes the symbiote brought not just to my body but to that of the women, my/our victims. Except for the specialized madness, the complete submersion of their will to whatever my needs, they seem to benefit from the alien infection as well. They recovered more quickly from my abuse with no signs of complications like infections. They were by no means invulnerable or immortal in any way and they did die when their implanted egg was ready to hatch, or when it suited my purposes. I discovered I could take them closer to death and they would yet recover. This was not magic but the alien infection did benefit its female hosts although in ways far short of what it was doing for me. Rose and Lena were my first …

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Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 – Home Invasion (Updated)

Just reposting my old stories since the site seems to hide them. —————————- See the Iink in my profiIe to find all my stories and more chapters to this story. DISCLAIMERS In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR. This is more PORN than PLOT. All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. FETISHES / WARNINGS -Death / Blood / Murder (I mean it’s …

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Boogeyman

It was midnight when she started screaming. Ellen groaned. Stephen sat up but she grabbed his arm. “No!” she said. “We agreed.” “Honey, for God’s sake listen to her. She’s terrified!” Ellen turned on the beside lamp. “I don’t care. She has to learn. If you go in there it’ll be like every other night. You’ll look under the bed and in the closet and tell her nothing is there and then in two hours she’ll start again.” Sarah’s screams became higher and more frantic Stephen threw up his hands. “What do you suggest, we just sit here and listen?” “If that’s what it takes,” Ellen said. “We have to start drawing lines.” Stephen glared at the door. Ellen could feel him shaking. She touched his shoulder but he pushed her hand away. Sarah was …

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Witch’s Revenge and The Man

So, was it a coincidence that I chose this village as my retirement home? Well, I really cannot say but, once here, I needed something to occupy my mind and years of enquiring into various mysteries had conditioned me to keep probing into that which is hidden. I soon discovered that the village had a wealth of very dark legends and looking into these became a sort of hobby. In these pages, I shall set our just two of the stories which came my way. The first of these came about after I had been enjoying a quiet pint in The Last Tot, the older of the two village hostelries. An old codger at the bar was regaling me with village yarns and he mentioned that this establishment had formerly been called “The Witch’s Revenge” …

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David’s House

DISCLAIMER: This story was inspired by a story I read called “Burning Sage” from CreepyPasta. It, however, in NO way reflects my own personal preferences, views, or fantasies. Take note that the actions depicted in this story are extremely violent and cruel and could be considered sickening. I would never personally condone such actions in real life, and I would never allow myself to disrespect women, let alone to the following degree. You have been warned. Do not vote this story down because something here sickens you. If you don’t like it, for the grotesque nature, then stop reading it. Otherwise, I’d love feedback on if it’s a good story or not. If it is a bad story, I’ll accept criticism and low ratings, but not for the shock factor that I am warning you …

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Till Death

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” -Virginia Woolf, “Orlando” *** It was sundown. The carriage reached the cottage on the cliffs. Porphyria followed the path to the door, but hesitated before knocking. Maybe I should go back, she thought. Maybe I should just throw myself off the cliffs instead. That would be better. But she knocked, and when the door opened she went in without waiting to be invited or greeted. She had to duck a bit to fit through the doorframe. She was a great, tall woman, with strong arms and broad shoulders and a hard face, but she was often called beautiful. (A duke wrote a sonnet about her hair two seasons ago. She called the verses “quaint.”) Hester was wiping flour—covered fingers on her apron. She was small and fine, …

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