Fantasm

Fantasm

The Revengeful Search for The Bastard

This story begins with a man being murdered leaving behind his young fiancée Alexis, she is devastated, grieving and wanting answers. So she decides to take matters into her own hands to get the answers from the only people who would know, the underbelly of society, the gangland.

Fantasm

An Encounter

She was a stranger, that was apparent, and her short brown hair and pale skin looked as out of place in the dingy bar as the proverbial diamond in the rough. This was normally a working/drinking man’s tavern and the few females who frequented the establishment tended to favor peroxide and rayon. So I kept my eye on her from the first, getting my mug of Miller from the bartender and slipping off to one side by the jukebox. She was just sipping on what looked like a liquid cocaine and sitting on her stool, wedged in between a mute sailor and a behemoth of a biker with “KC Sons” colors on the back of his oil-spotted denim jacket. They paid her no mind though, too intent on their own imbibitions, so I made note to myself to watch and wait.
The jukebox at that particular joint sat near the back hall that led to the bathrooms and I hoped to intercept this young beauty either on the way to play some music or take a piss. Instead, she continued to sit idly while I was jostled out of the way by drunkards and subjected to a mealy-mouthed four-eyes who insisted on using the jukebox’s satellite search engine to find Spandau Ballet.
Half-way through “True” the sailor jerked himself up out of his funk and lurched off his barstool. His elbow narrowly missed knocking over the young girl’s drink but still swept her piled collection of bills and change off the bar and onto the floor. He just wandered off towards the front door without noticing, walking with that sort of half-shuffle gait common among those who’ve been out to sea for too long.
The brown haired girl jumped off her barstool and began to pick up her money. When she bent over I could see the back of her blue jeans with one rip neatly underneath her left buttock and the strap of her orange panties that peeked out just above the waistline. I wanted to see more. I would see more, I told myself with an inner smile.
“Can I help?” I asked as I walked over, all innocent, like I was just some friendly chump without any ulterior motivation.
“Yah? Oh, yes,” she said, glancing up at me. I couldn’t place her accent. Somewhere in Europe was the closest that I could come. One look into her eyes though and I knew that I was lost. They were the gray and violet of far-off stormy skies above desolate seas.
I helped her gather up her loose change and took the opportunity to ease myself onto the bar stool recently deserted by the clumsy sailor. I soon discovered that she was “on holiday” from somewhere unpronounceable in the Carpathians and was just passing through on her way “to meet old friends”. Well that was all good and all and I kept feeding her drinks while I kept up the banter with a stream of “uh-huh’s” and “I know what you mean” until it was near closing time. The lights came on and she looked even better.
“So, would you like to come back to my place?” I asked, leering perhaps a bit more than I intended.
“Ja…er..buli? Entyi-pentyi? Oh, Yes!” she nodded rapidly. Her eagerness seemed almost touching.
And then there we were down the street and up a flight of creaking stairs to my second-story hovel. I had nothing to say and she had too much, fumbling over her English in an effort to get her point across. I had already come to my conclusion, but she was still reaching hers as I gave her some bad boxed wine and turned on the stereo in the living room to some hip-hop pop dance station.
So dance she did, holding onto the glass of wine which threatened to spill but never quite did. I just sat back on my couch, grinning and admiring her body as she moved it to the music. Finally she set the glass of wine down and started to raise her burgundy blouse, teasing me with brief displays of her belly.
“Show me more,” I told her, trying to sound authoritative.
She raised her eyebrows at me for a moment and the pulled the blouse off over her head, keeping her boobs strategically covered the entire time.
“You like?” she asked, giving me a hungry look, as she dropped her shirt on the floor and finally showed off her perky little tits with nipples hard enough to put a man’s eye out. Then she started to play with her nipples, squeezing them in between her black-painted fingernails with a grin.
“Oh yes,” I murmured and then I was on her, kissing her lips at first before I started to suck on her neck as I reached around to cup that sweet ass in my hands.
“That tickles!” she suddenly laughed and slapped me on the chest, stepping back and eyeing me. “I know what you want, armasarule.”
“Do you?”
“Oh yes, I do,” she smiled as she fell on her knees, pulled my cock out of my pants and sucked it into her wet mouth, grabbing onto my balls with both of her hands.
I looked down at her in surprise as she kept her eyes on mine, looking back at me with the hint of a smile on her busy lips, until my hips started to jerk. That’s when she popped my hard cock right out her hot mouth.
“Oh nyet, no, not yet, you. I’m not done with you yet,” she said and pushed me back down on the couch.
With that she stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them and those orange panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them as pretty as you please. Her dark pubic hair had been shaved to a narrow strip, exposing the folded crease beneath that promised so many delights.
“Is this what you like? Is it?” she teased as she spread her legs slightly and pulled apart her labia to expose the pink. “Vreau sa te fut,” she murmured, whatever that meant.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Show me more.”
“More?” her gray eyes lit up as she spread apart her pussy even more to show off her glistening wetness while she used her left index finger to run circles around her clitoris.
“Oh yeah…that’s what I like,” I said with my cock pointing straight out at her.
That’s when she walked over to me and it was on.
“Nici macar nu stii cine sunt,” she murmured softly as she climbed on top of me and straddled my cock, impaling herself on my hardness. I grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her down even deeper.
“Oh!” she blurted out while I fucked her and kissed her breasts, alternating between her left and right nipples. I liked to suck them into my mouth and then flick them with my tongue until the woman cried out in ecstasy. That had always worked before and this time seemed no different.
I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing it, with my cock inside of her. Her groans and moans were almost too much and I knew that I had to stop before I unloaded inside so I pulled her off and laid her down on the couch. Her eyes were wild and her breath ragged from the exertion and I smiled down at her, letting my fingers caress her wet and open pussy.
“You like that? Did you like that?” I grinned, putting my index and naughty finger inside of her with my thumb rotating around her clitoris.
“Oh yes,” she breathed and stretched out, lazy like a cat. “Put it back inside of me.”
I was always willing to please so I spread apart her thighs. I held myself up with one hand and with the other I held onto my cock and rubbed it all across her pussy before I plunged it inside of her.
“Fute-ma…fute-ma,” she started to moan over and over like some weird Chinese incantation. I didn’t care. I had put her legs up over my shoulders while I thrust my rod into her tight little pussy, a hot little box that squeezed me with every stroke.
As she writhed underneath me she started to change, making noises like an animal, and I liked it. I even liked the bitter smell that started to emanate from her in rancid waves. I was ready to explode and didn’t even hardly feel, didn’t even mind by then, when her teeth punctured my jugular and she began to suck.

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Father’s Day Roast

Wanting to supprise her father on fathers day Jessica decides to give him a meat-girl barbeque, but when the town butcher shop runs out of meat-girls Jessica find herself on the sharp end of the spit.

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Good Slut’s Last Request

I had been waiting for this day for my entire life.
Master woke me as usual, opening my cage door and allowing me to crawl out and give Him a blowjob, my breakfast given to me in the form of His hot cum . He was kind enough this morning to give me a dessert of oatmeal, eaten from my dog bowl on the floor of the kitchen. Crawling, i followed Him into the living room where He watched television from the couch while my face was buried on His cock, only coming up for air once every 30 seconds.
I wasn’t there to suck Master’s cock, but simply to keep it warm and covered, and totally ready in case Master wished to fuck my face at any time.
This is how i have been living now for 4 years, and today was going to be the day that Master allowed me to fulfill my life’s goal; today i was going to give my life to my Master.
Before you judge me, i want you to understand that this is truly how i feel. I was born an innocent little girl and eventually came to understand my true place in the world – as a slut and a cumbucket for Men. My Master understands my true desires, the need that i’ve had ever since i was young, to give myself completely to a Man to prove my worth. And what am i worth? About 3 and a half minutes of the best deepthroat blowjob performance of my life.
Staring up at Master, i know that he hasn’t forgotten. He has a sparkle in His eyes that wasn’t there yesterday and He glances at me now and then as if to tell me to be patient. He knows how excited i am. As i run my tongue slowly around His cock i can feel my cunt already dripping with excitement. Today is the day!
Finally, Master begins to stroke my hair and His cock starts hardening in my mouth. I smile, and begin to suck, using only my lips and my tongue. Master reaches over to the coffee table and picks up the handcuffs, and i instinctively put my hands behind my back right before he cuffs them together, then replaces his hands on the back of my head as i work to get Him harder. I suck, licking the underside of His cock and staring up at Him as His hard cock begins to push into my throat, gagging me. I keep staring, my eyes misting with tears and the corners of my mouth beginning to glisten with my saliva as i choke. I push harder, gagging myself freely, enjoying the sounds that i make as my throat convulses around His cockhead. He looks down into my eyes as He pushes my head onto His cock, holding me there for a count of 20 before He begins to speak.
“Are you sure that this is what you want, slut? Although you truly are just a worthless slut, you still get a say in this. The one thing in the world that you get a say in, cunt. Think about it well.”
He pushed my head down even further for a moment before letting me up for some air, nodding at me for permission to speak.
“Master, i am sure. I was born for this, it is what I truly want.”
He looked at me a moment, considering, then smiled and slid my lips back around his cock, letting me work on His orgasm. I moved my head up and down along His shaft, letting my own saliva help as I twirled my tongue around his dick. Before long, He was grunting low and deep, and He grabbed my hair with a firm grip and pulled my head all the way onto His cock, His cum spurting into the back of my throat. I could feel my cunt quivering slightly, longing to cum as i opened my throat, welcoming my Master’s cum.
I sucked most of the wetness off of Master’s cock and waited, kneeling between His legs with my lips slightly parted. Master stroked my hair and smiled at me, the pleasure in His eyes warming me to the core.
“Well little fucktoy, I will be bothered to have to get a new slut to replace you but I won’t deny you the one thing in life that you deserve either.”
I smiled up at him, my eyes shining. Master had never looked so happy with me in the whole time that He had owned me, and immediately i knew that everything was going to be worth it just for that pleasure in his eyes.
“I wont lie, I will thoroughly enjoy it whore, and you will always be a good slut in my eyes if you go through with it” He said. I nodded emphatically, sincerely.
“I won’t disappoint You, Master.”
He smiled again. “Good girl.”
. . .
Later that day, Master’s friends showed up, knowing that i was to make my sacrifice that evening. Rather than being intimidated, i was excited! The more Men that i could please with this act, the better. I was teeming with happiness, knowing that Master trusted me to do well for Him.
While the Men ate dinner, i knelt under the table, sucking them off when they called to me, or taking their urine if they needed me to. All four of them pissed in my mouth at least once during dinner, fully expecting me to drink every drop. At one point, two of them needed to piss and one of them wanted to get a blowjob. When i finally got around to the one who wanted the blowjob, He ordered me to turn around and put my ass in the air. I obeyed, on my hands and knees with my ass sticking in the air. He slid something thin and cold into my cunt gently, telling me to grip it as hard as i could before getting under the table to blow him. It wasn’t long that i realized that he had pushed a large knife into me. Thankfully it wasn’t a very sharp one and it didn’t hurt at all, but i knew immediately that if it slid out that it would hurt very much, and i gripped it with my cunt muscles as i bobbed my head on His cock, praying that it didn’t move around too much. Once He came in my throat he gently removed the knife as i relaxed my cunt muscles, revealing that it had done no damage to my cunt.
One of Master’s friends finished dinner early and turned to me for entertainment while the others were finishing. He knealt behind me on the floor, pushing His cockhead into my asshole just a tiny bit before he began fucking me full-force, stretching open my hole with no regard to my level of pain. After a few minutes i felt Him cum inside me, His cum leaking hot and sticky into my bowels. When He pulled out, he replaced His cock with a buttplug, ordering me to keep His cum inside of me while slapping the buttplug in place, causing me to yelp quietly.
I looked up and saw Master looking at me tenderly as i bit my lip, my body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat already. He ordered me into the other room while He spoke with the other Masters privately, and i crawled into the living room, looking toward the dining room as i sat down, instincitvely pushing the buttplug further into my ass, grinding the floor slowly, loving the mixture of pleasure and pain the plug gave me.
A few minutes later, Master and His friends came into the room, and He pushed me down onto my knees, my back arched forward and my head close to the ground. He pulled the buttplug out and replaced it with one larger, eliciting a low moan from me. Then, Master pulled His cock out and pushed it into My cunt, fucking me while applying steady pressure to the buttplug, a move He knew drove me wild. I moaned, loving the pleasure that He was awarding me with, clinging to His cock with my cunt as he slid in and out. Soon, my cunt was convulsing around His cock, my moans turning into orgasmic screams.
I felt one of the Men slip something between my teeth while i orgasmed and deep inside i knew what was coming next. A warm excitement flared in me right as the orgasm was ending, causing my cunt to double its gripping convulsions. Master stroked my hair as He pulled out of my cunt, moving to position His cock in front of my face.
I tongued the ring gag that had been placed in my mouth – it was exactly the right size for Master’s cock to fit comfortably, and it was strong enough that if i had any uncomfortable convulsions it would keep my teeth safely away from His shaft. I looked up at Master as he stared down at me, His cock pulsing a few inches away from my face.
“Now slut, if this is what you truly want, you need to start it. This is your last chance, whore. If you don’t want to do it, just don’t start it. If you do, put your face on My cock and know that it was fully your own decision.”
I stared up at Master for a moment, my eyes shining with tears. Master loved me truly, and i loved Master completely. There was no one else in this world that i could possibly be happier doing this for.
And that’s why i leaned in, and pushed His cock between the metal ring gag and began tonguing it while i pushed forward. I heard Master groan immediately, and whisper just loud enough for me to hear, “Good girl, very good girl.”
I swelled with pride and determination as i felt Master’s hands entangle in my Hair, grabbing it tightly as he began pushing my head down further and further onto His cock, for the last time.
As i felt Master’s cock reaching my throat, i felt a hand begin to finger my cunt roughly, pushing one, then two, then three fingers in. I realized with a thrill that i was going to be fisted while i gave myself to Master when I felt a fourth finger start squeezing into my cunt, stretching it slowly. I gagged a little as Master’s cock pushed into my throat, and i could hear Him coaching me on, “good slut, that’s right. Open your throat for your Master you worthless cunt. Yes, you were born to do this, you’re pleasing your Master very much.” My cunt began to get wetter, making it a little easier for the hand to push into me, all five fingers now pushing steadily to invade my cunt. I tried to look up at Master but my eyes stared into His pubic hair, His cock now fully pushed into my throat.
Master bucked his hips just a little bit as i realized i had been down for about thirty seconds. My cunt started gripping the hand that was entering me as i came to understand that i was really doing it! I felt so proud, knowing that i was giving myself to my Master completely. I moved my tongue around His cock as the hand began to pump inside of me, stretching my sore insides and reach in further, toward my cervix.
“Thats a good fuck slut, yes.. you’re making your Master so fucking happy right now, cunt.. you are such a good little whore..”
My vision started to blur slightly as i felt the hand punching faster and harder into my cunt, causing my face to push into Master’s cock over and over. Harder and harder the hand pushed into me, slamming up against my cervix, and suddenly i was cumming again and simultaneously beginning to struggle, natural instincts kicking in as i moved away from Master’s cock.
But his hands, entangled in my hair, held fast, and while the now well-lubricated hand kept violating my cunt, my Master held my head down onto His cock while the last of my air left me and my vision began to dim.
“God you are such a good fucking slut… Oh god… fuck yes..”
I barely heard the words, my vision going black as i feel my Master’s cock pulsating in my throat one last time, His cum filling me with warmth and love, and the last thing i remember before it was completely dark, was the feeling of complete satisfaction deep inside of me. I had done it.
I was a truly good little slut slave.

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From Jeffrey to Cindy

I knew I shouldn’t get in his car. But I was desperate. If he outed me, if he told anyone about what he saw…So I stepped closer to the white Honda and could see his stern expression laid out across his face. But in the corner of his lip I almost saw a smirk. I opened the door of the passenger side, and stepped in, sitting down next to him. I looked straight ahead through the windshield at my home, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“Jeans? Different wardrobe choice since the last time I saw you.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. What could I say? He was right. The last time he saw me I was in my living room rubbing my cock through a pair of crimson red lace panties. I wish I heard him walk up the steps, open the door. stpe inside. I had no warning until I looked up breathing heavy, hand covered in cum, with him staring back at me with an evil grin. “I’ll leave you be, for now.” and he left back out the door. I was horrified. My parents bizarre, creepy friend Jack saw me in the worst possible scenario. He texted me a few hours later. He told me if I wanted my secret kept I’ll take a drive with him the next day. I had no choice.
Now, here I was driving to god knows where, not a single word spoken other than his statement about my fashion choice. He just did that so I knew he was in charge that was clear. I swallowed hard letting out a quiet sign. I hated the unknown. Not knowing what the hell was going to happen, or where the hell we were going it drove me crazy.
“So” he finally spoke up cutting through the silence of the car. “How long ago did you decide on your new undergarments?” I didn’t say anything I just looked at the ground feeling my face turn a shade of pink. He reached over and forcefully grabbed my leg forcing it to spread. “Im talking to you boy, when I ask you a question you better damn sure answer it.” His forceful actions mixed with his shockingly booming voice scared me.
“Tha…That was my first time.”
He let out a loud laugh.
“Well with the little package you have between your legs, I’d say women panties are appropriate.
I felt my heart crawl into my throat. I couldn’t believe he said that. I always knew it was small, but hearing someone say it, stung. I haven’t had sex for that reason.
“You’d of been better off as a woman. You know, I think you enjoyed wearing panties. I think you know that since you clearly cant use that to satisfy a woman, you want to learn to satisfy a man like a woman.
My eyes shot open, I looked at him for the first time since I entered the car. His evil grin grew bigger.
“Don’t try to deny it.” You felt nice in those panties, you felt right didn’t ya?”
I thought to myself, i didn’t think he was right. He couldn’t be right about this. But what he is saying is making a sick sort of sense. He was successfully mind fucking me and I had no idea.
He pulled off to a dirt road and parked the car. I looked around not a house, or other vehicle in sight. Was he going to kill me?
“Here’s the deal Jeffrey…No that wont do…Here’s the deal Cindy. You don’t want the whole town to know about your little problem, or your choice of underwear I will keep your secret, but you will be doing something for me. He reached across me and went into the glove compartment. His elbow grazing my nub of a cock causing it to leap a little. I didn’t understand how it could even move in this situation. He took out a pair of black lace panties and sat them in my lap.
“You’re going to go stand in front of the car. Strip completely naked, and put those on. That is your first task of the day.
I couldn’t believe he was asking me to do this, I wanted to cry, my hands shook. I looked around, the area seemed deserted, but god knows with my luck i’d leave the car, strip and the whole town would show up.
“I said go boy, don’t make me tell you again.”
I let out a defeated wimper opening the car door and stepping outside and walking to the front of the car. I saw his hand slide down out of sight but by his shoulder moving, I knew it was still moving. I lifted my shirt up and over my head letting it fall to the dirt. I never noticed before that even at 18 I was hairless. Not one bit of hair on my chest or armpits. I still had baby fat and I wasn’t the most athletic so i had a pair of man boobs that I obviously wasn’t fond of displaying. He honked his horn, causing me to jump and my hands fumbled with my belt on my jeans and released it letting my jeans fall down around my ankles leaving me in a pair of batman boxers. I hurried to remove them, just wanting this to be over and trying not to think too hard about this horribly humiliating experience as I kicked them to the side and slid on the pair of black panties. They felt odd against my skin, different then boxers, or the pair of panties I took from my sisters drawer. I put my hands in front of the crotch of the panties, not that I had much to hide. He raised his hand, gesturing me to return to the car. I leaned down to gather my clothes and he honked the horn once more. I looked at him and he shook his head. He wanted me to leave my clothes there? I whimpered and slowly walked back to the car leaving my clothes in the dirt, me in just a pair of black panties.
I scooted into the seat and closed the door. His hand slid onto my thigh. I looked over and for the first time I saw his cock hanging out of his opened pants. He saw where my eyes went and nodded stroking his meat.
“This is what a real cock looks like. You don’t have a cock you have a little clit. The hand of his that was on my thigh went up onto my shoulders and ran through my hair. I really wish I didn’t like the “skater look” so much, because I knew my long brown hair was only in his mind confirming his beliefs that I was meant to be a woman.
“You’re not a real man” he said in a soft almost comforting voice.
“You’re a woman, who is meant to serve men.”
My eyes remained on his cock. I didn’t know what it was, but a part of me was hearing his words and believing him. I wanted to serve him. Maybe it was the dirt he had on me, or it was that I was meant to be a woman, meant to serve him. I didn’t know but I wanted to keep him happy.
“Mmmm I see your starting to come around, your little clit is growing.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You even have a pair of tits growing in .” I blushed, I really hated my baby fat.
“For me to keep your secret, you have to do something for me. You want to do something for me, dont you?” He said in the same sweet tone he had been using.
I nodded slowly my eyes leaving his cock, looking from his flannel jacked, up to his gruff face, with stubble on his chin to his evil grin.
“Thats a good girl.” His hand pressed against my head harder. “You will learn the first step at pleasing a man. Your going to give me a nice blowjob.”
My eyes grew wide with panic, no i couldn’t do this. I shook my head in horror, and for the first time in I don’t know how long I spoke.
“No, I cant do that. I can’t. Please. I’m not a girl, im a guy.”
He let out a loud laugh, that I’m sure could be heard a mile away.
“You’re not a guy, a guy wouldn’t be wearing panties, a guy would have a real cock not a puny clit. A guy wouldn’t have tits growing in, and a guy would of spoken up ages ago. But you didn’t. Because you aren’t a guy, you are a girl. not even a woman.”
My jaw hung open, I was trying to think of something to say but I was so confused. Was he right? I had no time to think as I felt my head being pressed down toward his cock. I quickly close my mouth, my lips pressing against his hairy cock. I knew enough, to know he had precum already leaking down the side of it, and he rubbed my lips into it
“Open up baby let your new uncle Bo show ya how to be a real girl.”
I wimpered but I opened my lips slowly and the head of his cock slid into my mouth the taste erupting through my mouth. It tasted salty, and sweaty, but something was happening to me. His hand had left my head and i was pushing further down. I lifted my head back up and then eased my mouth further down. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought, and I wanted it all to be over. Thats how I rationalized it. I wanted it all to be over.
“Ohhhh yeah just like that, see a born cock sucker.” He rested his head closing his eyes as I continued bobbing my head up and down. His moans made me feel a little prideful and I started to bob my head up and down faster. I let a hand find its way to his balls and started to stroke them as I let my head slide down until I gagged. I felt a rush hearing myself gag and slammed my head down over and over gagging each time. He grabbed my head forcing it up and down faster and faster his moans growing louder before he pulled my mouth off his cock and I saw a huge splash of cum leave his cock and spray my lips and into my open mouth. He started to jerk his cock letting any cum he had stored up splash into my mouth and against my lips and cheeks. He let me go and i leaned against the passenger side door breathing heavy eyes watery, trying to understand what I just did.
“Just as I thought. You love sucking cock just like a girl. He reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the compartment and lit one and placing it into between his lips before starting the car. I looked down realizing I was still un the underwear, and he was driving away from my clothes. I watched my clothes fade into the background of the wooded area. Cum staining my lips and cheeks, wearing a pair of black panties. I was watching my old life fading as well. My life changed the second I willingly opened my mouth.

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The Computer

This is a story about a man who finds a magic computer that can fulfill his every wish. He takes things too far and gets burned in end.