Once inside the bedroom, I locked the door and pushed him into a chair. I straddled his lap and caressed his long, black hair. It was silky to the touch and I spent several minutes just running my fingers through it. I licked his lips before sliding my tongue inside his warm mouth. We kissed for what seemed like half an hour before I broke it off and began tying his arms and legs to the chair. He seemed intrigued and didn't resist. Once I was sure he was secure, I went to the closet and pulled out my toy box. I opened it, giving him full view of its shiny metal contents: razor blades, knives, screwdrivers, nails, and a wooden hammer with a shiny steel head. His eyes widened in a mix of wonder and fear. I smiled as I picked up a small utility knife and began to slice away his clothing, piece by piece. Much to my surprise, he did not protest as the expensive leather hit the floor in shreds. Once all his clothing was removed, I caressed the inner thigh of his left leg with the knife blade. The higher up his thigh I went, the harder I pressed the blade into his skin. By the time I reached his crotch, a stream of bright red blood seeped from a four-inch cut. I put my lips to it and licked the length of the cut, savoring the blood. I repeated the ritual on the other leg, all the while smiling at him. Once both thighs were covered in blood, I turned my attention to his dick. I put the knife down and picked up a razor blade.

I watched with growing fascination as the sharp edge of the razor blade took on a red hue as it sliced its way down the length of his dick. I was amazed at Dravens ability to stay calm the whole time. He was too strong. I was determined to break him down. Once I finished the cutting, his dick lay in two halves on his thighs. I smiled at him as I stood. Now the fun was about to begin! I left him there and went into the bathroom. When I came back, I showed him the bottle of rubbing alcohol. His face went white and he began to struggle as I knelt back down in front of him.

I uncapped the bottle and started pouring it all over his lap. His screams filled the otherwise empty air of the room. He shifted around in the chair, trying to escape the searing, burning pain of the alcohol. I couldn't help but laugh. He seemed so enthusiastic about pain before, but now he was trying desperately to avoid it. The tears flowed steadily down his bone-white cheeks as I knelt to lick the blood. It was sweet and thick, positively delicious. I realized soon that I couldn't fuck him with his dick in this shape. I rummaged through my toy box and found a needle and black thread. Singing along to my Genitorturers CD - how appropriate, I thought - I commenced sewing up his dick. He didn't even flinch as the needle pierced his skin over and over again. Once I was finished, I slid a thin rubber tube into the hole to make it rigid. Then I slid my lips over it, once again tasting his thick blood. His screams died down to a whimper as I licked his mutilated member. I looked up at him and grinned, my mouth and face covered in his bright red blood. I straddled his lap, adding unwanted pressure to his inflamed and bloody crotch, and slid down on his dick. His screams resumed as I fucked him hard, taking special care to grind on his lap. I covered his mouth with mine and shoved my tongue inside, licking the barbell in his tongue. I broke the kiss, wrapped my hand in his long black hair, and yanked his head back. The beautiful white of the nape of his neck was truly spectacular to behold. Then I lightly kissed his soft flesh before biting down. His thick blood filled my mouth and I withdrew, staring at him with a huge, bloody grin. He soon ceased to struggle and I climbed off of his lap. His head hung limp, his chin on his chest. Damn, I broke yet another toy.

PART II
A Piece of Me
I was oblivious to his hoarse screams as I peeled away inch after inch of his flesh. The white of the bone was showing through pools of blood. He pulled against his restraints, trying desperately to free himself, but to no avail. I was mesmerized by the sharp contrast of red on white as I traced a line through the blood that covered his left thighbone.

I got bold. I hated to see such beautiful flesh go to waste. I cut a tiny piece from my struggling entrie and slid it in my mouth. Tough and salty, but not too bad. I looked into his eyes. He shook violently from the shock of being skinned alive. I caressed his tear-streaked face. I didn't want him to bleed to death; he wouldn't be any fun then. I used part of his shredded shirt to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.

I soon turned my attention to more sexual matters. I snapped a tiny rubber band around his balls. He didnt stop screaming until I slid my lips over the head of his dick. He seemed to enjoy my stroking and sucking because he raised his hips to fuck my mouth. Every time that I sensed he was getting close to an orgasm, I stoppedmuch to his vocalized dismay. I kept this game up for three hours, keeping an eye on his balls the whole time. By the end of the third hour, they were black. I grinned at him before ripping them off with my bare hand. His shrill scream rivaled that of any B-rated horror movie scream queen.

I had to laugh as a torrent of tears streamed down his face. He thought this was bad? I hadn't even started yet. The real fun was just around the corner. I held his balls in my hand and played with them. They were soft and rolled easily in their sac. I soon became bored with them, however, and returned my attention to my basketcase of a toy.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Wow. He could do more than scream. It was the first time he had spoken to me.

"Why?" I leaned close to his face, my lips lightly brushing his.

"Because. I. Can." With those words, I softly kissed him, surprising him with my tenderness.

I became curious as to the elasticity of the penis and decided to test it myself. I slid a thin, inflatable tube down the hole of his dick and slowly inflated it. I watched with fascination as it grew to two, no, three, times its normal size. The skin was pale, almost white, from being stretched. I used my medical scissors to cut the tube close to his dick, and then I tied it off to prevent the air from escaping.

He slipped in and out of consciousness as I slowly slid down on his inflated dick. The pain was exquisite as my pussy was stretched to accommodate my new three-inch wide toy. I began grinding on his crotch, his recently-shaved pubic hair scratching my clit to countless orgasms. Once I had sufficiently satisfied myself, I asked him if he was hungry.

He sneered, "fuck you, you crazy fucking bitch." Well! I was only trying to be nice to him. I smiled at him and went to the kitchen. I returned with a bowl and a large butcher knife.

"Here, eat this." I offered him some food, but he just stared at me.

"Eat it or I'll chop it off with one clean cut." I held the knife next to his dick.

He gave in and I fed him the contents of the bowl. "What is this anyway?"

A faint smile crossed my lips, "your two little friends."

His face went white as he realized I had forced him to eat his own testicles.

"Oh, god. I'm gonna puke."

"Do it and I'll cut it off." I grazed his dick with the blade of the knife.

"I had better clean you up. We can't let you get any infections, now can we?" I went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth.

He screamed as I touched his exposed thighbone with the cloth.

"I know, but rubbing alcohol keeps infections down." As he strained to break free, I moved up to his crotch. After contemplating a bit, I picked up the knife and held the tip of his dick. One quick swing was all it took. I held up my new dildo for him to see, and, seconds later, his head fell to the side. I leaned forward to listen for a heartbeat and heard nothing. Its amazing how much torture a 25 year-old man can endure before having a heart attack.

PART III
The Twins
Once again, I ended up back at the club searching for playmates. Draven was great, as was my young, nameless toy, but I wanted something more. I wanted two at one time. I wanted each to watch as the other was used to satisfy my craving for blood and desecration of the male body!

They approached me while I sat in my dark little corner of the club. One had waist-length purple hair; the other had platinum blonde hair that fell to the middle of his back. They introduced themselves as Tyr and Morgan. Tyr, blonde; Morgan, purple, easy enough to remember, I thought. We spent the next couple of hours drinking and talking. They told me they were twin brothers and best friends. They were both rather tipsy when we caught a cab to my place, so coercion wasn't necessary. Once the front door was locked, I ordered them to strip and kneel. Without any hesitation, they obeyed. I smiled as I studied their beautiful bodies. They were very well toned and shaved. I decided to push the envelope farther, so to speak.

"Kiss each other." I ordered. They looked at each other and then at me.

"Are you serious?" They both looked slightly aroused by the idea, but they played it off like they were repulsed.

I slowly approached them, ran my fingers through both heads of luxurious hair, and pulled their heads back, "do you want pussy or do you wish to anger me?"

With a bit of hesitation, they leaned into each other and I watched as their tongues and lips met. My pussy was practically dripping as their seven-inch cocks grew rock hard despite the forced incest. They broke the kiss and looked at me, waiting for their next order. Instead, I gingerly kissed Tyr, tasting his brother's saliva in his mouth. I pushed him on his back and stood back up.

I motioned Morgan towards his brother. He obeyed and sat beside Tyr.

"Do you know what the 69-position is?" They both nodded and swallowed hard. "Then do it." I placed Morgan's dick at Tyr's lips.

"Suck it." Tyr opened his mouth and it slid inside, nearly gagging him. He started sucking his brothers dick and I returned my attention to Morgan, who looked both mortified and excited.

"Now, for you, my dear," I handed him a 3-inch wide dildo, "fuck his ass hard and fast."

Tyr started to squirm as the huge toy pressed against his virgin asshole. I leaned back against the couch and began rubbing my clit as Morgan forced the dildo deep inside his brother. He started fucking Tyr with it, sliding it in and out. Tyr's cries of pain soon died out and were replaced by moans. He spread his legs farther apart, allowing the toy to descend deeper into his ass. Once I was satisfied that they both were horrified and horny, I told them to follow me downstairs.

Once inside the rather dark room, I locked Tyr inside a small cage and strapped Morgan to a rack. Morgan lay still for a moment, looking around the room. It was outfitted like your typical dungeon: rack table, St. Andrew's Cross, stocks, a rather nasty-looking sawhorse contraption, dildos, riding crops, whips, paddles, chains, restraints,everything a Mistress could want. I watched as the young man tried desperately to free himself from the rack. The more he pulled, the tighter the ropes got. Despite his fear and panic, his dick began to grow hard. Amused at his increasingly feeble attempts, I waited. He soon tired and I resumed my ministrations.

Standing between his spread legs, I looped a piece of thin, metal wire around his dick and balls. Then I slowly stroked his dick, causing the wires to cut into his tender flesh as he grew hard again. His agonized screams filled the quiet room and echoed off the stone walls. Tyr cowered in the back of his cage, shivering in fear.

I slid a small hollow tube into the hole of his dick to act as a funnel. He squirmed at the discomfort, but no longer screamed. I picked up a black candle, lit it, and held it over the hole of the tube. Morgan began to thrash about and shriek as the scalding wax filled up his dick, blocking the opening and searing his flesh from the inside out. Once the inside of Morgan's dick was coated and full of black wax, I left him to his misery and pain. I walked to the cage, smiled at Tyr, and flipped a switch on the wall. Tyr's body convulsed and the room began to fill with the smell of burnt flesh as the electrical currents surged through his body. I turned the voltage up and sat back to watch. I felt my pussy get wet again as Tyr's flesh began to fall off his body, exposing white bone and bloody tissue. I started to rub my clit as I watched the two young men in their last terrified moments of life. A torrential orgasm ripped through my body as a mass of burned flesh and bone slumped to the floor in the cage.

Twins are much more fun.

Part IV
The Masochist
He introduced himself as Taylor. He wasn't my usual type, save for the long, luxurious hair. The black curls brushed his waist and draped over his left eye. I could tell he wanted pain'he craved it. None of my men, up to this point, have been masochistic. Submissive, yes; masochistic, no. Taylor wanted pain with every ounce of his being. I was happy to oblige, but couldnt see where the challenge lay.

"I want pain. I want you to hurt me. I can take anything you throw at me." He looked very sincere. I wondered if he had any idea what he was getting into. His masochistic cockiness, however, won me over and I soon didn't care.

Once we were back at my place, I escorted him to the dungeon. The stench of cooked flesh had finally dissipated, but the floor of the cage was charred permanently. I watched as Taylor became increasingly aroused by the dungeon equipment. He walked to the rack and ran his pale hand across the black leather. My pussy tingled as flashbacks of hot wax and tortured screams invaded my mind. He removed his clothing and jumped up on the rack.

"Do as you wish, my Countess." He looked incredibly vulnerable lying back with his arms and legs spread apart.

I was a bit disappointed at first. He was making this too easy for me, but I went along with it anyway. I approached him slowly. He was truly beautiful with his long, black curls and pale skin. His full, silver-painted lips begged to be kissed, and bitten. I loved his androgynous appearance. I ran my fingers across his stark-white cheek.

"I know about you. I know you are the one who lures men to their deaths." I quickly pulled my hand back. "I wish to be your permanent toy. I don't wish for death, but, should I die under your hand, I would love nothing more than for you to continue to desecrate my lifeless body."

I smiled. This young man was presenting me with a prospect I had never considered before. I studied his face. It was full of nothing but sincerity and want. Without saying a word, I strapped him to the table. Then I locked his legs into the stir-ups, leaving his ass completely exposed.

I coated my arm up to the elbow with Vaseline, and, without warning, shoved it deep inside his ass. His pain-filled screams were music to my ears as I forcefully fucked him, my hand closed in a fist. It wasn't enough for me. I pulled out to the wrist and slid the other hand in too, touching my palms flat together. His screams intensified as I pressed my fingertips together and forced my palms apart. He screamed and bucked as flesh ripped open. Blood trickled down the crack of his ass and formed a pool on the table under him. I withdrew my hands and wiped them off.

"Is this what you wanted? Is this the pain you so desperately sought from me?" I stroked his tear-streaked face. Much to my surprise, he nodded.

"Yes, my Countess, yes." His voice was hoarse now, almost a whisper. He truly enjoyed this!

I attached two electrode wires to his nipples and then crawled on top of him. I moaned as I felt his rather large cock slide deep inside me, filling me. He raised his hips as I started to grind on him. When I sensed he was on the edge of orgasm, I pushed the button to the wires. His body spasmed violently as thousands of volts pulsed through him. I came in a torrent of multi-orgasms, fueled by his convulsions. Within seconds, it was over. But this one, I would not dispose of.

PART V
Sensory Overload
The smell of jasmine overloaded my senses as I opened the door. The glossy finish of the wooden floor reflected the flames of nearly a hundred candles. Kane was sitting back in a plush, red velvet chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee. A faint smile brushed his lips and disappeared just as quickly.

"Come in," his voice was deep and sent a chill through my body.

This is it, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold, surrendering all control.

He was truly beautiful to behold. His black hair, pulled loosely back with a white silk ribbon, was draped over his right shoulder and caressed his nipple. His body was nicely toned and I watched, with childlike fascination, every muscle's movement as he stood. He seemed to glide across the floor and into the candlelight. His skin was pale and free from flaws. I started to shiver as he slipped my dress off my shoulders and to the floor. "Don't fear me," he whispered in my right ear before kissing my neck.

I let my head fall back as he kissed the front of my neck. When he stopped, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He raised my arms above my head and restrained them to the posts. He then did the same to my legs, restraining them to the posts at the foot of the bed. I pulled gently against the restraints, testing their durability. I was nervous, and my senses were alert to everything he did. He knelt between my spread legs and placed his hand over, but not on, my pussy. The heat radiated from his hand and began to warm my clit. I pulled on my restraints and moaned, begging for his touch. He smiled and slid one finger inside. Once he was satisfied that I was thoroughly worked up, he removed his finger and disappeared into the shadows of the room. I strained to hear something...anything...that would tell me what he was doing. I heard nothing; he was silent as a mouse. When he returned, he was nude and carried a small, black lacquer box. I watched with trepidation as he slowly lifted the lid, teasing me with every creak of the hinges.

Until now, I had never submitted to a man, but Kane had me under his spell. Everything about him was intimidating: his looks, his mannerisms, his eyes, his personality. He had me lock, stock, and barrel. He reached inside the box and produced a small, sharp knife.

"This is my favorite toy. I use it in ritual and for pleasure. You will come to enjoy it as well, my dear" I believed every word he said. He moved between my legs and placed the tip of the razor-sharp blade above my left nipple. I caught my breath as I felt the tip glide through my tender flesh. Blood began to run down the side of my breast as steel met fatty tissue. He pulled the knife down the side, under, and up the other side of my nipple. A violent orgasm ripped through my body as he slowly and gently skinned my left breast. I watched breathlessly as he brought a piece of flesh to his lips and licked the blood from it before taking a bite. I began licking my lips and he offered me a taste of myself. I took a bite and savored the taste before swallowing. I tasted much better than my nameless boy had tasted.

I wanted him so bad. I wanted Kane to devour me. I wanted him to peel my flesh off and devour me while fucking me.

"Fuck me, please. Eat my flesh as you slam your dick in my pussy." Kane smiled.

He slid inside my pussy and began to fuck me hard as he cut and peeled the skin from my entire chest. I screamed as the most violently intense orgasm of my life ripped its way through my body. I felt him bury his face in the bloody tissue of my chest before everything went black.