Succulent Prey

Alicia bit down on the ball gag and tried her best to kick out at her attacker as she felt his teeth clamp down on her left nipple. Her legs were securely fastened to the pole wedged between her ankles, keeping them spread wide and making her feel even more vulnerable. She screamed her voice raw when she felt his teeth bite harder and harder, the tug as he began tearing into her breast and ripping her areola free from her body.

Her stomach rolled with nausea as she watched the nipple disengage from her breast between his clenched teeth, staring in horror as he chewed it, his eyes fluttering as if in the grips of the most profound rapture, then finally swallowing it and licking the blood from his lips with a satisfied grin. Her breast throbbed, pulsing in agony where her flesh had been. It had taken a heroic effort to keep from regurgitating with the gag in her mouth and drowning on her own vomit.

The big college boy turned his head toward her one remaining nipple. Alicia tried her best to move away from his mouth but the chains held her firm. His mouth groped for her breast and then seized her nipple between his teeth.

Alicia bucked and thrashed as she felt his teeth begin to saw through her right nipple.

The pain was somehow both intense and erotic. Recalling all the pleasure he’d just given her and marrying that to the pain she’d just experienced at his hands as well as the horror of seeing him devour her nipple. It created a confusion of emotions and sensations within her. She hoped that eating her nipples was perhaps the worst he would do. Perhaps just a fetish that, though painful and revolting, did not mean he was a serial killer. She didn’t want to die. She’d heard about the things that perverts did to women. She didn’t want to be tortured and mutilated. The thought of a slow painful death made her begin to sob uncontrollably.

Why had she come alone to the house of a man she’d met at a swinger’s club?

Because you’re a sex addict, her mind answered back.

Why had she allowed this stranger to chain her up like this?

Because you’re a sex addict, it replied again, and now you are going to be tortured and murdered and probably mutilated and cannibalized.

Alicia wept openly as she watched the big cannibal gnaw away her other nipple. A vicious and uncharacteristic hatred swept over her. This man had tricked her. He had been kind and loving to her just so that he could lure her here and hurt her. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to rip his eyes out, to castrate him, to make him scream the way he’d made her scream. But she could do nothing and soon her burning rage turned back to the more familiar fear and sadness.

Once again she had fucked up and this time it would more than likely lead to her death. Still, there was a part of her that hoped he was not a killer, not just because she was afraid of dying.

Alicia was ashamed at her body’s reaction to the cannibal’s assault. How could she still be attracted to that monster? She closed her eyes to avoid looking at him as he tugged and pulled at her nipple with his teeth. He had his thick venous dick in hand, stroking it furiously. Watching him was turning her on even more, even as the hatred and revulsion came boiling back up inside her. She bit down on the ball gag and concentrated on the pain to try to combat her own traitorous body’s unwelcome arousal, yet she knew that the problem wasn’t in her body but in her mind. She was all fucked up and she’d known it long before tonight. If she were normal she wouldn’t have even been in that club to begin with.

Joe’s teeth sawed through her nipple and she started to scream into the gag again as he tore it from her and gobbled it up with that bizarre look of ecstasy on his face. He was still masturbating and he stood up so that he towered over her with his cock hovering directly above her head. He swallowed and his whole body went rigid and then began to quiver as an orgasm whipped through him. He aimed his turgid meat at her face. The monster erupted with a roar, once again baptizing her face in his seed. She wanted to bite his cock right off of him and spit it back in his face but the gag in her mouth prevented her.

‘You evil motherfucking pervert! You sick bastard! You twisted crazy fuck!’ she screamed in rage at him, but the gag in her mouth prevented any of the words from leaving her mouth as anything but incoherent shrieks. She was sure he had gotten the picture, though. His eyes softened with emotion when he looked at her as if her words had wounded him.

Ridiculously she almost felt sorry for him, sorry for hurting him. She knew it was the victim in her talking. The sick creature that believed she deserved all of this. That she’d deserved every hateful thing a man had ever done to her.

Alicia fought hard to keep her hatred burning, but even with the big cannibal hovering above her, she found it hard to hate him. He was just doing what men do: hurt women. Women like her always got hurt. It was the way her life had always been. And when Joe eventually killed her it would just complete the cycle of violence that had begun with her very first sexual experience, consensual sex turned gang rape in the basement of the local gang leader.

Men had never been kind to her. Why should she have expected her life to end any differently than this? Watching him cum while chewing up her nipples had convinced her that she was going to die. Still , she did not find the thought as terrifying as she should have. A part of her had always known that she would end up this way. Ever since the day her father caught her in the garage giving blowjobs to twelve guys from the neighborhood street gang and she’d gone down on him too to keep him from kicking her ass, she knew that she was no good. Alicia’s father had looked at her with hurt and disgust on his face after he’d ejaculated down her throat. She’d giggled as she saw the defeated look on his face. She licked her lips thinking about how things would change around the house now, how she’d replace her mother as the woman of the house.

No way he could tell her what to do or keep her from doing whatever she wanted now that she’d sucked his cock.

Alicia would always wield the power to not only get him thrown in jail, but ostracized from family and friends, and excommunicated from the church. He’d been tempted into sin by his own adolescent daughter. Alicia had hurled her laughter like daggers at his back as he fled the garage. Later that night he’d blown his head off with a shotgun. Alicia had run into the garage to find him sitting at his workbench with the shotgun still clenched between his teeth, the top of his skull and all the contents of his brain pan sliding down the bare Sheetrock in a gruesome collage of blood and gray matter. She had screamed loud and long. She’d never stopped screaming.

Every time she came she screamed out for her dead father.

At the funeral everyone had asked the normal question: ‘Why did he do it? He had so much to live for.’ Only Alicia had known why. He killed himself because he’d had sex with his own daughter and because he’d enjoyed it and he’d have done it again. Alicia ran away from home after the funeral. She couldn’t face her mother knowing what she’d done. She didn’t even have the luxury of one of those tragic stories that most runaways had. She hadn’t been raped or molested by her old man, she’d molested him, seduced him to avoid punishment. Yeah, he could have resisted, but she knew he wouldn’t. At age twelve she already knew all about what made men weak.

She’d saved her little brother from being forced into joining the Puerto Rican gang that ran the neighborhood by sucking off the whole crew. She hadn’t done it just for him, but because she’d always wanted to feel a man’s cock in her mouth, ever since she’d discovered those videos under her father’s bed. So she’d done it and she’d liked it, and she liked the fact that the toughest guys in the neighborhood now treated her like a woman and not like just another dumb kid. So she did it again and again until she got caught.

After she ran away, she’d gone to live with some of the guys from the gang, getting gang raped almost daily until she was able to afford her own place. Alicia had known then, as she lay on that sweaty mattress in the basement of a gang member named Big Monk, that her life story would be a tragedy.

Fuck that! I don’t deserve this! I don’t deserve to die like this! She tried to struggle free of her bonds but the straps did not yield. Her eyes shot daggers at her captor as he wiped her blood from his lips. He turned away from her enraged stare with a look of shame and stood up from the bed.

‘Fuck you! You should be ashamed. Now let me go! Let me go!’ she screamed at his back, but once again the ball gag smothered her words.

She watched as Joe staggered out of the bedroom, and she was afraid that he would leave her there alone. As much as she feared the things he might do to her, being left chained up in this dark apartment terrified her even more. She tried to scream for him to come back but her strained cries just barely squeaked out around the rubber ball shoved firmly between her teeth.