Cruelty and the Beast
This is a story I wrote a while ago, its still a kinda of work in progress, I'm always changing things fixing it.Anyway, thought I'd post it for those who might be interested.
Betrayed by her needs, Tasha starred lovingly at her blood soaked hands. She loved what she did; yet hated herself for letting it happen so often.
A shattered body lay at her feet, broken and bent. She had ripped the fat neck open and drenched herself in his blood as it came gushing out like a fountain. Each time the heart pumped the found pulsed and seemed to dance until it slowly seeped out into a crimson stream.
"Filth!" For a moment she was unsure if she had said to her victim of the herself. Then again, had this grotesque man attacked a normal girl instead of her... This was for the best; there was nothing worse then the fate that would have befallen someone on this night. She'd spent hours tracking him, reading his thoughts. Sensing his lust reminded her of her own. At first she thought she would let him have one victim of own before getting hers. As much of monster as she was she could let it happen.At the last minute she led him into this dank alley only to turn him with pure rage and a burning hunger for flesh that well surpassed his own.
Tasha gazed once more at her hands; the sweet smell of blood and death permeated the air of the alley. Curled in small puddle of blood she remembered a moment between Master and herself.It was in her first days. She was but a slave then - in truth she was more of subsurvient apprentice - Tasha was still unsure of herself back then.She would have fits and nearly drove herself mad.Master would simply tie her down and muzzle her all the while stroking her hair "Child, you've no need to feel fear and disgust at what we are, simply be.Fear is weak my dear, like humans.They are cattle to us, to deal with as seen fit. Your above all the mortal self-assured sense-of-right-and-wrong bullshit! Remember child: ALL CRIME SHOULD BE TREASURED IF IT BRING THEE PLEASURE SOMEHOW"
Thats what did it.Every time she killed she thought of that final phrase.It did bring her pleasure, great pleasure indeed.The agonizing screams, the feel of ripped flesh between her hands, the warm silky taste of blood.Pure ecstasy, only when she fed her urges was she truly at peace.It was crime too, more than a crime.It was mutilation, defilement, it cried out atrocity to all humanity.
"Pity," The word tasted sour.Pity is cruel and I am cruel. Tasha stayed with the man until he grew stiff and cold.She'd lapped up every bit of blood she could.She would not feed for many weeks maybe even months, every drop was precious. Normally she would discreetly dispose of the body but she felt an impulse... Since the world could not see her, they would see him.She skillfully carved a word on his chest and strung the fat lump up the building side.Tasha was unnaturally strong although one would not think so by look of her. Yet she hoisted this large man as though it were nothing.
As she left the alley she whispered a small thank you.His festering had satisfied her hunger after all, it was a good hunt.
Perched on top of her favorite building Tasha watched the city lights flicker. Wondering what the headlines would say tomorrow about the corps hung up in dang alley with the word rapist carved for the world to judge. What would someone think of now... Sitting alone, soaked in blood. Tasha had a very feminine body, slender wide hips, strong shoulders.Her frame was perfectly proportioned.Her hair was soft bronze, nether red nor brown.Marble white skin with icy blue eyes matched with the mature graceful appearance of her face.Tasha was truly beautiful. A vicious creature hiding under the mask of sanctity, a creature to be worshiped and feared. A true killer, she was cruelty and the beast.
Betrayed by her needs, Tasha starred lovingly at her blood soaked hands. She loved what she did; yet hated herself for letting it happen so often.
A shattered body lay at her feet, broken and bent. She had ripped the fat neck open and drenched herself in his blood as it came gushing out like a fountain. Each time the heart pumped the found pulsed and seemed to dance until it slowly seeped out into a crimson stream.
"Filth!" For a moment she was unsure if she had said to her victim of the herself. Then again, had this grotesque man attacked a normal girl instead of her... This was for the best; there was nothing worse then the fate that would have befallen someone on this night. She'd spent hours tracking him, reading his thoughts. Sensing his lust reminded her of her own. At first she thought she would let him have one victim of own before getting hers. As much of monster as she was she could let it happen.At the last minute she led him into this dank alley only to turn him with pure rage and a burning hunger for flesh that well surpassed his own.
Tasha gazed once more at her hands; the sweet smell of blood and death permeated the air of the alley. Curled in small puddle of blood she remembered a moment between Master and herself.It was in her first days. She was but a slave then - in truth she was more of subsurvient apprentice - Tasha was still unsure of herself back then.She would have fits and nearly drove herself mad.Master would simply tie her down and muzzle her all the while stroking her hair "Child, you've no need to feel fear and disgust at what we are, simply be.Fear is weak my dear, like humans.They are cattle to us, to deal with as seen fit. Your above all the mortal self-assured sense-of-right-and-wrong bullshit! Remember child: ALL CRIME SHOULD BE TREASURED IF IT BRING THEE PLEASURE SOMEHOW"
Thats what did it.Every time she killed she thought of that final phrase.It did bring her pleasure, great pleasure indeed.The agonizing screams, the feel of ripped flesh between her hands, the warm silky taste of blood.Pure ecstasy, only when she fed her urges was she truly at peace.It was crime too, more than a crime.It was mutilation, defilement, it cried out atrocity to all humanity.
"Pity," The word tasted sour.Pity is cruel and I am cruel. Tasha stayed with the man until he grew stiff and cold.She'd lapped up every bit of blood she could.She would not feed for many weeks maybe even months, every drop was precious. Normally she would discreetly dispose of the body but she felt an impulse... Since the world could not see her, they would see him.She skillfully carved a word on his chest and strung the fat lump up the building side.Tasha was unnaturally strong although one would not think so by look of her. Yet she hoisted this large man as though it were nothing.
As she left the alley she whispered a small thank you.His festering had satisfied her hunger after all, it was a good hunt.
Perched on top of her favorite building Tasha watched the city lights flicker. Wondering what the headlines would say tomorrow about the corps hung up in dang alley with the word rapist carved for the world to judge. What would someone think of now... Sitting alone, soaked in blood. Tasha had a very feminine body, slender wide hips, strong shoulders.Her frame was perfectly proportioned.Her hair was soft bronze, nether red nor brown.Marble white skin with icy blue eyes matched with the mature graceful appearance of her face.Tasha was truly beautiful. A vicious creature hiding under the mask of sanctity, a creature to be worshiped and feared. A true killer, she was cruelty and the beast.