Horror

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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Reverse Number Look-up

This story has been mostly finished for a while. I thought of entering it in CAW #17, since the theme is “you gotta love a man in uniform”. There is love of a sort, and there are lots of uniforms, but this is too scary a tale for a non-Halloween-themed Challenge. There’s no sex in this story, and it’s more than a bit dark, but it’s here anyway. I hope you enjoy. * * * * * The number on my caller ID wasn’t in my contacts. I didn’t owe anyone money, so I answered. “Hello?” “Is Jenny there? I have to talk to her,” a woman whispered. “There’s no one here but me. I can barely hear you. Who is this?” “Oh my God, he’s coming!” she hissed. “Please, I don’t know what to …

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The Last Witch Chapter 1: The Werewolf’s Prey

The Last Witch Chapter 1: The Werewolf’s Prey Elara moved silently through the shadowed woods, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Moonlight broke through the dense branches above, casting silver beams that danced along the forest floor, illuminating her path just enough to see where she was going. She was exhausted, her breaths shallow, her heart racing. Every twig snap made her flinch, every hoot of an owl set her on edge. She knew the monster was close—she could feel him hunting her, the low growl rumbling in her bones, the predatory hunger that trailed her like a shadow. The werewolf had picked up her scent, and there was no escape. Elara was the last of her kind, the only witch who had survived the relentless hunt that had decimated …

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Alien Symbiote: Part 7, Implanting Sini

Infecting and implanting Sini I had chosen to have none of the subjugated women at home the day I knew Sini was due to visit and go through the last of the clothes she was taking. I did not want her to have a chance to understand something very abnormal was going on. It was a typical summer, sunny hot day out, with Sini due to arrive around 4PM. At noon I turned the aircon thermostat up to 79, letting the house heat up. By the time she arrived the house was warm, and I knew the long, narrow master bedroom closet would be uncomfortably hot to work in. I was looking forward to Sini’s arrival not just out of hunger to take her, but as an experiment to see how her well known Finnish …

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Damien Skylar chapter 2_(1)

**Author’s Note-Again, all character’s and events are mine, do not steal. Another thing, this story contains non-consensual sex, I do not condone it, and it shouldn’t be done, ever. And story is told from two different points of view, it will tell you when it switches. Enjoy ^_^ I originally posted this on my account, xxxArtemisDawnxxx, on Literotica.com* ‘…’ =thoughts. –…POV– =Change of point of view Chapter 2. *Part 4* I feel my pulse racing as I chase after her. The pull and release of my muscles as I glide across the wet cobblestone, coming steadily towards her. I admire her naked body as she runs. A perfect specimen. I can sense her fear, her breath increasing, her blood spiked with adrenaline. No one can see us, and she runs deeper into the alley. ‘Does …

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Deep and lovely dark – chapter 3

Deep and Lovely Dark – Chapter 3 Rachel awoke in a dark room lit by candles on a four poster bed. Her head was banging, she took a moment to look around. Suddenly she recognised the room. It was the room where she had the most pleasurable and terrifying experience of her life. This was Vlad’s bedroom. She was wearing a red silk gown that was almost see through. She wondered why she was wearing this and then remembered her clothes being torn off by a rapists. Then she remembered seeing what Vilas had done too him. Rachel became very scared but before she could think, Vlad appeared behind her as if out of thin air. She stumbled away from him not saying anything. What could she say? What could she do? “Rachel please, don’t …

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The Occult – Felica 1 – The Latex Leopard

Prologue – Me and my younger brother Rob was sent off to Carlsville after our parents died in a ski accident. My aunt offers to take us in and provide for us, on the condition that we have to move into the old family estate to take care of the decaying building. I usually don’t dream, but when I do it never makes sense. I opened my eyes, and it feels heavier than usual, like there was a lot of matter collected on my eyelids. I closed my eyes and gave it a quick rub. My eyelashes seem to be a lot fuller than last time I checked, and my arm movement was a bit tight. I open my eyes to see my nails painted red, and a leopard pattern beginning at my wrist. What …

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