Page 18 of Stalking Christmas

“Please don’t hurt me,” she cries out, but her words lack conviction, as she braces herself on all fours.

“We both know that you don’t mean that, my sweet temptation,” I dig my fingers into her skin, and roughly yank her back toward the opening in the wall; I refuse to allow her to evade me. My sleeve scrapes against the sides of the opening, scratching my skin, and I grit my teeth as the pain adds to my arousal. My palm rises, and I slap her asscheek hard, the sound loud in the enclosed space; her responding scream has my balls tightening painfully, and more precum slipping from my slit.Jesus, everything about this woman is so fucking sexy.I slap her other asscheek, before pulling my arm back through the opening, and removing a blade from my pocket, while my other hand jerks my stiff, long cock to the sound of her mewling pants. “I think you need a few more lines to decorate this pretty ass, my temptation. Did you enjoy finding my blade this morning whenyou woke? Did you put it away as a souvenir of my first visit? Don’t worry, there will be many more mornings to come.”

I release my cock and shove my mask up on my forehead, wanting nothing to obstruct my senses of her, even though there is a risk she could see me. I slip open the blade, pushing my arm back through the opening, and allowing the sharp metal to slide across the lower part of her asscheek, where it meets her upper thighs. She has these gorgeous dimples on her ass, and faint little white veining stretch marks on her upper thighs, that are a road map of where my blade should go. I dig the blade into her skin, just enough for a few drops of blood to well and drip down her leg. She hisses out a whine, but it quickly turns into a moan, as I caress and squeeze her asscheek with my other hand. My cock bobs in front of me, begging to be allowed to participate and conquer all her tight holes. I carve another line and press my thumb into the cut, smearing her blood along her soft flesh. “Stunning,” I groan as I move the sharp metal closer to her soaked center. “Tell me,sweet temptation, is it the pain or the danger that turns you on, or maybe it’s both?”

“Both,”she croaks before she wiggles side to side, trying to force me closer to her pussy. I wonder what she would do if I impaled my blade inside of her, and sliced her open from the inside? Would she scream and cry as she lay there naked, dying for me? Would she beg for sweet mercy as her lifeblood puddled beneath her, and would I grant it? A shudder runs through my body at the thought of my hands, and cock, covered in her blood. The rich smell of iron, her musky scent, and the fear coming off of her are intoxicating, and I want to get high on it. I slip my forefinger between her pussy lips, while my blade leaves another cut closer to her core. “Please,” she whines.

“You beg so prettily, please fuck you, hurt you, or both, my sweet temptation? Which is it that you’re asking me for?” I lean closer and bring my face toward the opening between us, so I canget nearer to her scent. A drop of blood drips down the back of her leg, and I press closer to lick it up. “Fuck,” she moans loudly, a shiver wracking her body.

“Your blood tastes like the most decadent wine. I should drain you and drink you up. You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you, my slut? To be bled dry while I fuck you hard and mean.” I lick another drop, her taste coating my tongue, but I need more; I need to have her in every way. I remove my finger from her swollen pussy lips, and slip my tongue between her folds to lick her from her clit to her puckered hole. Her breathing gets loud, moans ripping from her lips, as she presses her lower body further into the opening in encouragement.Atta girl.

I suck on her pussy lips, rubbing my rough whiskered chin into her delicate flesh, so she’s left red and tingling. I nip her swollen clit, and she tries to dash forward, but I’m not having it. My patience to play is quickly coming to an end with my rising need. My eyes observe as I press the hilt of the blade against her puckered hole, and when she inhales a deep shuddering breath, I thrust it inside until nothing but the sharp metal blade protrudes from her asshole, slicing my fingers in the process, and coating her with my blood.Fucking perfect.

“FUCK!” Her scream fills my ears, and I can’t wait to hear more of them. Her body almost gives in, her arms wavering and trembling beneath her. I pull back from her pussy, the taste of her swirling in my mouth, coating my lips, and her delicious cum sliding down my chin. I allow my saliva to slip from my mouth and land on her puckered hole, mixing with both our blood as I thrust the knife handle in and out of her pretty ass. I want her coated with every part of me, inside, outside, everywhere, until I’m infecting her, like she’s doing to me. My hand grabs my cock in a tight fist, and I push through the opening and impale her pussy on my length in one go. “Fuck, so tight and warm. You really are the best fucking present,temptation,“ Igrowl as I begin thrusting inside of her, and setting a punishing pace. I yank the blade out of her ass, slicing her lower back in the process, and she releases a pained cry, but it quickly turns to the sound of pleasure. I rest the blade on her back as I drag my bloody hand down her exposed skin, leaving a macabre hand print, all of my fingers prominently on display. I reach forward and around her slim body and grab her breast, squeezing, and using my bloody fingers to pull on her nipple. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she pants in breathless screams.

Her head tips forward on her shoulders, her beautiful hair obstructing my view of her face and I can’t have it, I need to see all of her reactions to my depravity. I release her breast and grab the blade in my slippery hand and drag it up her back, leaving shallow cuts in its wake. “Head up, temptation, or I’ll slit your pretty fucking throat. I want to see your reactions.”

She hesitates for a moment, lost in her arousal, her body tightening around mine. My little temptation needs to learn some manners, when I give her an order, I expect to be obeyed. I run the blade over her shoulder, releasing my hold on her hip, I force my other arm through the opening and grab a fistful of her hair, and yank her head backwards, until her pretty neck is arched and exposed. My other hand moves forward with the blade and I press it against her slim throat, nicking her in the process. “You will do as you are told, temptation, or I’ll make sure you don’t take another breath. Do you want to die on my cock, slut?”

The added threat of danger just hypes me up even more, and a ripple of pleasure runs down my shoulders and arms. I want to do unspeakable, unhinged things to her that guarantee she’s not leaving this room alive. It would be so easy, just a press of my hand and she would die instantly, while I fucked the very last breath out of her. One part of me is urging itself to press the blade in harder, to hurt her until we hear her dying screams, theother is urging me to keep her alive, so I can keep using all her holes for as long as I want. My blood slips from my fingers in rich crimson drops down her neck and chest, leaving little tracks around her lush breasts and my breath stutters with the image. She would be so beautiful, completely covered in blood. If I can’t kill her in this very moment, then I’ll plan to kill someone else and fuck her in their blood, very soon. I want to see her painted red, until only her defiant, angry, chocolate eyes are left visible and untainted.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the small opening. She attempts to pull away from the blade at her throat, but only succeeds in impaling herself harder on my cock. To reward her defiance, I increase my punishing thrusts, and my hand tightens in her hair, digging my fingers into her scalp, knowing that I’m ripping out strands with my cruelty, and hurting her. “Fuck, too much! Too much!” Her cries fill my ears, and wave after wave of pleasure pours down my body, with decadent enjoyment. “You can take it,temptation. Your body was meant for mine. This pretty pussy was made for my cock.”

I press the blade to her collarbone, allowing the tip to mar her skin, and a scream leaves her lips at the additional hit of pain. There is so much blood, hers and mine mixed together, that I am sure we are a ghastly sight right out of a horror movie. My testicles tighten with the overwhelming need to fill her core with my cum, and the sharp pain from the cuts on my fingers. The pain must trigger her further, and spur her into her own release, as she starts to push back against my tempo, every muscle and limb visibly taut, and her back arches further, allowing the blade to slice her again. A shuddering breath flees her, followed by a scream, as she tenses like a vice and cums around my cock, her wetness dripping down my length, soaking my balls and my upper thighs. She loses all of her strength, her upper bodycollapsing onto the bench and, on impulse alone, I move the blade, milliseconds before she ends her own life against its sharp surface, as her rapid breaths leave her open mouth. I wish I could see her eyes, and what the euphoria is doing to them, the necessary blindfold removing the possibility. Do they roll into the back of her skull when she cums? Are they large and glazed over with delight? I release my hold on the blade and hear it clatter to the ground, grab her hip violently, and fuck her hard and mean, until my orgasm races with a bolt of electricity up my spine, and my cum pours out of my cock in thick ropes, and fills her up.

The sound of our heaving breaths fills the air, as I start to return to the here and now, and some of the lust dissipates. My eyes trail over the surface of her alabaster skin, and how its perfection is enhanced by our blood, and my depravity. She looks stunning, a demented sexual dream. One I never thought I would crave. This has gone far past the point of vengeance for me, she’s become a sickness inside of me, one cell at a time, corrupted. My chest tightens as unwanted sensations slither through me. I come to a sharp realization: I won’t be waiting until later to kidnap my sweet temptation, after all. She’s never leaving my side again while she still breathes. How long that may end up being is anyone’s guess, but right now, one thing is for sure. Chrissy Cranbrook is more than just an obsession for me; she’s the fire in my blood, and an addiction I am utterly lost to. She’s stirring up emotions I have no business feeling, and because of that, she’ll have to remain at my side.

“You just fucked up, sweet little temptation,” I whisper, as I pull a syringe from my back pocket, filled with a strong sedative. “I won’t be leaving here now without you.” I plunge the drug into her thigh as she twitches and goes still.

It’s time I took my gift home for the holidays.

Chapter 22

The Gift

Igroan as I adjust my sore neck, and a shooting pain sears down my back, as I attempt to pry one of my tired eyes open. Grogginess and unawareness muddle my brain, and I can’t seem to get a clear thought to process. The air is cool around me, and my skin prickles with goosebumps. “Ugh,” I groan as my hand slides across the mattress, reaching for my comforter to wrap around myself, but I find nothing but silkiness below its touch.What the fuck, has Toothless stolen all the covers again?Slowly, a sense of cognizance returns to me, and I realize the mattress below me is too comfortable and soft, lacking my usual hardlumps that dig into my flesh, and no way are these my worn, cheap sheets.

I compel one of my eyes open, and dim light greets me. The color of the wall across from me is the first thing that registers as wrong to my exhausted mind. Why are the walls painted a dark royal blue instead of off-white? I bring my hand up to my eyes and endeavor to rub the sleep from them.Am I still dreaming, or am I awake?I propel my body to roll from my back to my side, and when I do, the sound of metal clicking on metal, and something cold and heavy landing on my shoulder, has me gasping and attempting to sit up in a panic.What the fuck was that?My uncoordinated hands bat at what’s touching my skin, as fear runs like a herd of stallions through me. My fingers grasp the smooth, cold surface and trail up its length until I reach a smooth band around my neck.

WHAT THE FUCK!My body jerks up into a sitting position as a scream leaves my lips, and the clicking gets louder, along with the thundering of my heartbeat in my ears. “What the fuck! No... God no!” I screech as I yank hard on the band around my neck, and end up choking myself. I’m totally awake now; long gone is any of the drowsiness that assures me that I’m finding myself in a true nightmare, and not just one my mind has conjured up.

My eyes search the room, as I attempt to wrap my arms around my naked form. It’s a decent size, with a dark oak dresser across the space, and a boxy accent chair in a geometric brown and cream pattern in a corner. There’s a large window with wooden blinds partially closed, but through the slats, I can see the faint outline of clouds in the sky and lots of thick trees. I jump off the bed, and realize the clinking sound is coming from a metal-link chain that is attached to the band around my neck. My eyes follow the long length to a bolted hook in the far wall. “No, no, no...what the fuck?Where am I?”

Images accost my mind of the last things I remember: the adult toy shop, massive dildos, the pretty peacock with the great contour, and then vivid memories of the back room come to the forefront. The masked man, the one who drugged me in my home, was there. He was touching me, no, more than touching, he was fucking me with his long, thick cock and another blade, and I was allowing it. His words, and the rasp of his voice, slither across my mind in response to me requesting him to hurt me.Oh my god, I did that; I asked for that.My core flutters, regardless of the precarious situation that I find myself in.How could I have allowed that to happen?I let him slice my skin with that knife, and use me for his depraved needs, and worse yet, I enjoyed it.

Even now, with terror crawling all over my naked skin, I can feel my pussy weeping with the memory of how he felt, deep inside of me. How my pussy had to stretch to accommodate his length and girth, and the feeling of his piercings that graced his cock, as they rubbed across the walls of my core.Fuck, get it together, Chrissy, we have to get out of here, the fucker has kidnapped us, and taken us somewhere!I admonish myself, as my terrified eyes search for a way out of this room, and a way to release myself from the chain holding me here.

I run over to the wall with the hook on unsteady legs, my bare feet slapping against the thick carpet with a thudding noise, the cold air forcing a shiver to wrack my body, and my nipples to pucker into tight points. My panicked eyes glance down at my naked flesh, and I can see blooming bruises, in the shape of large fingerprints, forming on the pale skin of my breasts, hips, and thighs. A cold sweat breaks out across my body despite the chilly temperature in the room, and my ass, lower back, and thighs sting from all the cuts he made on my flesh with the blade. My feet sink into thick taupe carpeting, as I brace my legs and try to yank the chain from the wall. After a few fruitless attempts, Irealize the damn thing is secure and going nowhere. Tears begin to slide from the corners of my eyes, as I fight with the sobs that are choking me, and I rush to the other side of the room and force the blinds up roughly, turning the latch for the window. Dread sinks to the bottom of my stomach as I get a glimpse of the bars across the glass from the outside.I’m trapped in here, this is a fucking cage!

No, this can’t be happening to me; this has to be a nightmare that I’m trapped in. I race to one of the two visible doors, throwing it open, only to be presented with an all-white ensuite bathroom featuring a toilet, a small vanity with various packages on the counter, and a standup corner shower. There’s no window in the space, and as far as I can tell, the only things I can use to defend myself are neatly stacked towels on a shelf, and a packaged toothbrush, and hairbrush. I rip one of the towels down from the stack, causing all of them to cascade to the floor, and wrap it around my naked body. One look in the mirror shows me that my eyes are horrifically wide, my skin’s deathly pale, and I look like a frightened little girl, running from the boogeyman under the bed. Except my monster isreal, and he’s taken me somewhere and chained me like a beast. I lean forward and get a glimpse of the metal around my neck; it’s a thick silver metal collar, and as far as I can see, there is no clasp or seam. The chain that trails from it is linked to an ‘O ring’ in the center that looks fabricated on. The chain is long enough to span all of the room, and allow me to use the bathroom. I scrutinize it for weaknesses in the links I can see, but it’s hopeless; they look well-made and firm.

We are going to die,my mind whispers to me with hysteria. I can’t get enough air inside my lungs, my chest is so tight and constricted, as I brace myself against the vanity counter. My mouth fills with sour bile, and has me gagging over the sink until I spew the meager contents of my stomach, as tears and snotslide down my face. How long have I been here? Where is here? How did this fucker kidnap me out of‘the hole’without anyone noticing?Oh my god, was the peacock in on it? He had to be. Rage fills me at being played, and I vow if I ever get the hell out of here, I’m going to bust that idiot’s pretty face.

Who is this psychopath, and what does he intend to do with me? All these thoughts race through my mind in rapid succession, causing further anxiety to rise, and before I know it, I’m down on my knees, trembling and gasping for air. I wrap my fingers around the collar, trying to pull it away from my skin as my head spins, and I have a full-blown panic attack. I can’t breathe, some deranged fucker has kidnapped me. I clutch at my chest, pain wrenching through it sharply, as my heart pounds frantically. He’s going to murder me, and before he does, he’s going to make me wish for death. I’ve watched enough serial killer documentaries to know there is no surviving this, at least not with my mind intact.

The world around me gets dimmer and dimmer as I lose consciousness, and fall to the bathroom floor with a thud. My last thought is that I’ll never see Toothless or Daisy ever again. Why was I so damn reckless?

I wake with a start, my body bolting straight up as I clutch my neck, pulling on the weight that feels so heavy around it. I’m back on the bed, this time with a dark beige silk sheet covering my naked body. I kick back the sheet and rise to my feet, racing across the room towards the door I hadn’t tried before I passed out. I turn the handle, adrenaline surging through me, but the door doesn’t budge, and defeat slithers through me, falling intothe pit of my stomach like a ball of lead.Locked.Of course, the fucking door is locked, Chrissy! The fucker has abducted you and chained you to a damn wall! There are bars on the windows, for fuck’s sake!

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