Necrophilia - Page 12

I was walking home from a friend's graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied. But that night would be a night I would never forget

IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SICK ACTS OF RAPE, TORTURE, AND SEXUAL MURDER THEN DO NOT READ THIS STORY! LEAVE NOW! Written by Jimmmy D

**If you do not like the themes, you won't like this story, so don't bother reading. If you do find them to your likings though, I hope you will have a good time reading it. Note that this is my first story, and there may be some common beginner errors

Chapter 5: Curtain Call Two massive thumps sounded from west of the beach, followed by the horrific whistling sound as dozens of arrows took flight. Two massive wooden shafts impacted one of the akatus approaching the beach, sending splinters and body parts flying

Warning: this story contains graphic rape and murder. Don't read it if this isn't your cup of tea

"The end of the enchantment was come and the Princess awoke, and she said: 'Is it you, my Prince? You have waited a long while..

Darkness Falls Creatures of the night are pursuing me in utter darkness. Running through the shadows, tripping, stumbling as I go. Wolves howling and dogs growling, snarling, as well as barking as they close in upon me. An owl hoots as I run past it

Big Bad Dude Even, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, because I am the meanest son of bitch in the valley, my dog, my bowie knife and my .45 comfort me. Not to mention I am 6 foot 7 and weight 290, of all muscle

GRIGORI'S KITCHEN A six-wheeled, government-surplus transporter rolled along the driveway of the convent and drew up at the rear of the building. Pierre climbed out of the cab and went to open the door at the rear

The sun shown through the window of Lia Harrison's swanky Atlanta home. Actually the house belonged to her father, the medical director over the ER at a prestigious hospital in Atlanta,

Diary of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry # 2) A few weeks after my first kill, I was starting to long for another sexy corpse. This time, my lovely victim would be someone I saw in the subway. She was rather petite but in a slim and sexy way

Part 1 The discovery It was a warm sultry early morning in the suburbs of Los Angeles. John Malkvic was preparing to enter the morgue. That's right, he was a mortician. Most of his days were spent grooming dead corpses for the funerals that awaited them

The lights are dimmed, and you, my lover, are alone as you approach the casket. Your heart races. You've not seen me since my death, and you're filled with equal parts dread, and desire

Jennifer first discovered the glade during a walk in the early spring. She did not know what lead her to turn from her familiar path along the brook

MAGDA'S ORDEAL Magda followed Dmitri out of the old convent, head held high. Her superbly nude body cast a long shadow in the late afternoon sun. The path led them to a huge flat-topped slab of granite, a tomb or an altar of some long-forgotten religion

This is a continuation of my first story: my job in a red room. (Like in first story: sorry for my not perfect English but, this story happened in East-Europe where I lived…) Chapter 1: - Terrible Proposal - Now its 10 days after ‘my first experience' in the red Room

Keith was waiting in the shadows. He had his back against a tree and was stroking his cock slowly through his trousers, feeling the long, hard bulge of it. He was waiting for someone

The landscape was washed white from the soft glow of the full moon as his lithe body moved through the forest in frenzy following a faint trickle of blood that stained the ground, outlining the trail of his prey

On peut dire que l'érotisme est l'assentiment à la vie. Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life. AMY The Demhe out of Batumi lay at anchor in a quiet cove on the western shore of Kheros

Father Cameron sighed and tapped his foot on the grimy linoleum floor. He got up early every morning to say Mass for a bunch of ungrateful old Catholics, and he needed a break. Unfortunately, it was a Sunday, the busiest day of the week. Two Masses down, three to go