psychological terror - horror stories and sex: Part ll

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Standing it could be noticed that the old woman could not measure more than five feet. She walked towards the masked woman holding the pile of human skin, untied her little leather outfit that fell to the floor, revealing a perfect youthful body, and, instead, placed the pieces of skin she had turned into a dress. He removed the mask and replaced it with a headband that he had decorated with the torn teeth. When the old woman retired, Jasmine could see that the sadistic rabbit was only a fifteen-year-old girl.

With the leather dress and the headband it looked like a gore version of the tooth fairy. He walked across the stage as if it were a catwalk, and finally bowed to the audience that erupted in applause. Jaz was amazed at the spectacle and joined the general enthusiasm, until a high-pitched voice frightened her.

"Miss Auz, your room is ready," said a maid. It corresponds to the two hundred seven, follow me.

Jasmine followed her to the second floor, then she was given a card and a small key, both with the number two hundred and seven in them; It seemed a little strange to him to accompany her to that point, but not to her room, but she did not give importance to him and dedicated herself to look for her room.

They all had large metal doors, which made her a little nervous, but she kept walking until the seven hundred and seven and slid her card through the indicated slot; the door slid automatically. Jaz took a couple of steps inside and the door closed again, startling her. Behind a small corridor was a wooden door with a sign on it, "T. Bundy »; For a moment she felt like Clarice visiting Lecter, but unlike them, there would not be a glass between them here. He put the key in the lock, praying that the fame of the place would be justified and that a plump and grotesque Bundy impersonator would not appear in front of her. He turned the key and entered the place.

It was a hotel room like anybody, with little furniture (it seemed that his budget had come that far) and he could see a squat man who seemed very abstracted in some activity, because he did not even turn around when she closed the door. He was on his back, so Jasmine approached cautiously trying to find out what he was doing. When he was only a meter away, he found out with horror: he was crouched over the body of a woman, extracting his intestines with the help of a long knife.

Jaz could not suppress a scream and the man turned towards her, it was incredibly similar to the photographs and videos he had seen of Ted Bundy; the cruel murderer spattered with blood left the body inert and approached her, still holding his sharp weapon. The woman was paralyzed by a wave of excitement and terror, which increased when he held her tightly by the hair and kissed her brusquely, then slapped her so hard that he knocked her down.

Jasmine's face burned and throbbed deliciously with pain, and she longed for this man more than ever. He knelt in front of her, ran his bare legs slowly with the knife until he reached her skirt, which cut violently causing wounds to his thighs, while his light shirt gave way easily to the edge, as well as his underwear.

That psychopath closed one of his long strong hands around Jasmine's neck while penetrating her bestially, then took the legs of the young woman and put them on his shoulders, after which he began to punish him hard in the face until it bleed.

She enjoyed with that intense pain that none of her previous lovers had managed to provide, and suffered an almost orgasmic spasm when she felt her lower lip break releasing a good amount of blood, which she licked with a lascivious grimace, which infuriated her partner .

• So you like blood, bitch! He said at the same time that he dragged her by the hair to where the body was and threw her face down on him. Bundy kept her that way, kneeling in front of that human wreck, and thrusting his throbbing member through her anus as she whipped her head against the exposed organs of what was once a woman.

So, being sodomized, with her head buried between guts, and feeling that serial killer cut her in the back and legs that were moistened with sweat and blood, Jasmine had the biggest orgasm of her life, and in a short time she felt how her Wounds were sprinkled with seminal fluid.

"Now get out of here, if you do not want to end up like her," Ted said, pointing to the corpse that had served as his pillow. Jasmine wrapped herself in a sheet, quickly took the pair of keys and left the room smiling (or at least trying, since her battered and aching face could not gesture at all). However, his smile faded when he noticed that the door did not have a slot to slide his card like on the outside; in fact, there was no possible way to open it from the inside. He tried to push her, slide her and even hit her, but nothing worked. Suddenly, he heard a voice and realized that it came from an intercom.

Is it over, Miss Auz? pronounced Liss's voice.

"Yes, I want to go out," she answered, observing with fear the door with that inscription, "T. Bundy ».

-Of course, although before we must talk about your payment.

"Well, let me get out of here and we can talk about that," he said, still looking toward the door.

-It is not necessary. You see, mr. Bundy took a long trip to please her, and it would be unfair for her to leave so soon, so her payment will keep him entertained a little longer.

-But ... -A subtle sound indicated that the communication had been cut off. Jasmine shouted pleadingly to be let out, staring in terror at that wooden door, and her eyes moistened when Ted was the only one who reacted with her screams.

"Ah, you're still here," he told her, forcing her back into the room while she whimpered and struggled, trying to free herself uselessly.

He tied her to a chair, shed the long metal tube of the closet that counted that room and began to beat her with fury; to her, the pain stopped appearing stimulating when she felt the bones of her legs break and protrude from her skin. He no longer saw the man as a sexual symbol, but as the sadistic monster he was, until, suddenly, he looked at her almost mercifully, recovering a bit of her charm.

"I'm so sorry to see a beautiful face like this so abused," he said caressing her. He took a pillowcase and placed it on his head, tying it tightly around his neck and thus limiting Jaz's breathing to a minimum.

Jasmine felt her whole body as a great open wound and believed that it was impossible to feel even more pain. He heard his attacker walk away, and thought that he had finally gotten bored of her; but then the sound of breaking wood scared her. She felt him open his aching legs and slide a hand to her vagina; she could not help but feel a little pleasure at that contact, but it quickly faded when the leg of a chair penetrated inside her. He wanted to scream, but the pressure on his throat stopped him and he began to feel life leaking out of his body.

Jasmine woke up startled in her bed, cold sweat trickling down her back. He put his hands around his neck to check that there was nothing there. Then he ran to look at his dressing-table mirror, his lower lip was purple and swollen like his left eye, but nothing else, and in one corner of the mirror he looked at a card, which read: "The Parafilias Brothel." He read the back, smiled broadly, and said:

-Of course I'll be back.