Chapter 1:
Horror stories are love stories wrapped in open wounds which never heal…
Nails driven through creamy, white hands which have never worked an honest job because daddy didn’t make her, hung up across beams. A sledgehammer indention; splattered with brain matter, skull fragments, and greased blood. The frame with perky tits, long legs, and misplaced head set up against the eat-in kitchen table.
In the living room a voluptuous siren laid ass ripped in two, organs displayed on her stomach. All five bedrooms held the contents of a previously vibrant, delicious assortment of pussy. Ten in total… once dripping with the possibility of orgasm now with fecal matter, urine, and blood.
Before the carnage…
“This weekend is going to be epic!” Michelle felt the sensual touch of a woman as a teenager; she was hooked. She labeled herself bisexual, but secretly she held a strict pussy diet. “Nine of the hottest girls on campus… in a cabin… in the middle of fucking nowhere!”
“I know! Who are you going after first? Aimee or Carlita?” Kate, a buxom eighteen with tits that screamed suck, bite and repeat, was Michelle’s full-time beneficiary. They weren’t official because who had time for that?
“Carlita for sure! Have you ever tasted anything so fucking sexy as Hispanic lips?”
“What about my lips?” Kate pulled Michelle close, kissed her passionately. Down her neck, tracing Michelle’s exquisite shoulder blades and her sternum. The start of her ample, braless breast, the left and then the right. Unbuttoned with nipples showing, Kate took her in with her mouth and the satisfying moan that followed.
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