DESIGNS

Leigh met him as she had met many others. Across a smoke filled bar, it was his eyes which captured her. She'd watched him move through the crowd; people stepped out of his way. About him was an air: of authority, of amusement, of detachment. Watching him that night, it occurred to her that nothing could touch him; he seemed above and beyond it all.

She'd stared at him shamelessly, hoping he would catch her looking, hoping he would approach her. Once, he did turn his head and looked directly at her. A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth for a moment, and then he turned away. And when he turned away: she felt like all the heat had just left her life. She knew she had to know this man, like a flower in the sun, she felt she couldn't live without his heat.

Slowly she wound her way through the crowd until she stood behind the man, off to his right side. From here, her eyes drank in the sight of him. He wore a leather jacket and where it ended at the collar, a few curls of his black hair could be seen against his neck. She licked at her lips thinking to herself how she would like to just lean forward and taste him, just run her tongue all over that neck. She was so absorbed in her fantasies that when he did turn around, her eyes were still fixed on his neck, a look of longing filled her face. She blushed and stammered for a moment, looking away. When she turned back to him, she found herself staring into the darkest eyes she'd ever seen. Black pools, impenetrable by light, his eyes sucked her in. Her heart stopped in her chest. The noise of the bar faded and all she knew for a moment was this man's hypnotic eyes, eyes you could dive right into.

The bar seemed to come back to her all at once as someone jostled her from behind, inadvertently pushing her into the strange man's arms. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her and one of his arms wrapped tightly around her. She smiled up at him in thanks. She could feel herself blushing. She only hoped she appeared normal looking. The effect he'd had on her still had her catching her breath.

The crowd moved back some, but his arm stayed wrapped around her and she was happy. He sipped his beer casually, his eyes now and then slid up and down Leigh's body, taking in her long slender shape. She sucked in her tummy and thrust out her breasts, laughing at herself inside as she did. She hadn't put on this much display to catch some guy's interest since high school. What was wrong with her? Another glance from the stranger showed her what was wrong. She was absolutely weak beneath his gaze. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted him. He must have read it in her eyes, for a second later, she felt herself being propelled towards the door with not a word spoken. And really, she didn't care; she'd follow him anywhere he led, she knew that much already.

Out the door they went, and into the damp city streets, stumbling and laughing in each other’s arms. Around the corner he pushed her into the wall, his hard body pressed against hers, smashing her against the old bricks. Another of his killer grins lit his face, and then his lips touched hers, soft at first, then more and more demanding. His tongue licked at her lips then darted into her mouth, swirling around and tasting her.

She kissed back with equal fervor, throwing herself into the kiss, trying to convey to this man how much she wanted him, how much she offered herself to him. His knee pushed up between her thighs, his thigh pressed against her clit, against her pussy. She felt like a butterfly pinned to the wall by his tongue and his knee. He pulled back and smiled at her and she was certain he knew he had her. She didn't care--she was beyond pride. All that mattered to her was that he take her.

He pulled her along the slick streets. In the windows of the buildings they passed she saw them reflected. She smiled to herself, pleased like a kitten that's found cream.

Finally they reached a run down old stone building. She paused for a moment; a small chill ran down her back as she gazed up at the darkened building. Its broken windows stared at her like eyes; its doorway seemed as some giant mouth intent on swallowing her whole. Shaking off her uneasiness, she followed him inside.

Pitch black came to greet her. She stood there disoriented while he felt along the wall for a switch. Sudden though feeble light filled the hallway and she saw before her a staircase.

"This way" he said.

Up and up and up she followed him, the splintered stairs creaking beneath her feet, until they reached the top and fifth floor, which was his apartment. At the door, he once more kissed her, his hands ran over her face, and then covered her eyes as his lips devoured hers. "No peeking, princess," he whispered to her, his breath hot against her cheek.

Another shiver ran through Leigh and she melted. He knew just how to get to her. He drew back slightly, looking at her parted lips, watching her chest rise and fall with each shaky breath. She kept her eyes closed tight. Smiling again, he pulled a blue scarf from out of a pocket of his jacket.

Another kiss landed on her lips, then she felt the cool soft cloth as it tightened about her head. She was disoriented and nervous the moment the blindfold was on, but she was also highly excited. If this game was the cost for her to have him, then so be it. He pet her hair as if soothing her, his hands soft and gentle.

She heard the key in the lock, then the door opening, and she was led inside by his grip on her arm. Carefully she moved forward, certain she would stumble and fall. A bitter odor invaded her nostrils, the odor of incense; underneath it was a faint musty scent, like mold. He led her through the apartment and to his bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, he slowly undressed her; his hands softly caressed each newly exposed patch of skin, then he pushed her backwards a couple steps. Leigh felt the edge of the bed against her calves and buckled, sitting down hard on the mattress. More of that moldy smell seemed to rise up from the bedclothes but she paid it no mind--so his house smelt a little funny, he certainly didn't, she thought.

His hands pressed gently against her chest, pushing her back onto the bed. She lie back willingly and her hands raised to each side of her head. Absently, her fingers felt at the blindfold, feeling it's silky folds and her eyes underneath of it. He reached out and captured one wrist, his grip strong yet not painful. He stretched her arm out away from her body and over her head, then secured it to the bedpost with a set of cuffs. As the cold steel encircled her wrist and clicked shut, she knew a moment's panic, but quickly pushed it back down. His hand slid down her arm and across her chest, then up the other arm until he had this wrist in his grasp and was clicking the cuffs shut on it too.

Leigh pulled half-heartedly at the cuffs, wanting to feel her bondage, and smiled as she felt the cold metal cut against her wrist. She felt so incredibly erotic like this, spread out for him, on display and bare before his eyes, helpless and blind to whatever he wanted of her. A soft moan escaped her lips.

The man stared down at the trapped beauty, full of hunger, of need. His eyes traveled the length of her body, devouring every inch of flesh that lay exposed and vulnerable before him. His, all his.

A gasp flew from her lips when she felt his mouth against her belly. His mouth was hot, it's heat left a cooling trail of wetness behind it as it tasted her: first her belly, then her chest, circling each breast, then returning to her belly to dart his tongue into her navel. His head moved lower and a moment later she cried out as his mouth latched onto her clit and sucked gently at it. She rocked her head from side to side; already this man had had her on the edge by his presence alone, so it wasn't long before the simple ministrations of his mouth had her about to orgasm. He was in no rush, though: seeing her body grow tight, then watching the slow flush climb up her skin, he knew she was close, so he backed off.

A moan of disappointment flew from her mouth before she could think and she heard him laugh. The deep gravelly chuckle sent more chills down her spine.

She grinned at the display she was making of herself, but her grin was cut short by his mouth fixing onto her breast. Her chuckle turned to a moan and she wiggled in her bonds, trying to thrust her breast against his mouth. She felt his hand slide down her body. His fingers pulled playfully at her pubes, then slid lower, slipping between her wet lips. He teased her like this, his fingers caressing her back and forth, never quite entering her, just playing at the lips of her pussy. Her cries and moans grew louder and a note of frustration could be heard in them.

He smiled watching her thrash about on the bed beneath him. He played her body as one would a finely made instrument, eliciting each sigh, each response from her. He marveled at her beauty, the red flamed cheeks and breasts, the quivering belly, her deep pink cunt. His fingers caressed her more insistently, round and round her clit, up and down her slit, teasing her mercilessly. Finally he shoved two fingers deep inside of her wetness.


Leigh howled like an animal gone wild. Her body thrashed, her arms tugged at the cuffs futilely as orgasm hit her. Her mouth was open in a steady long moan and her body twisted in its pleasure beneath him.

He kept his fingers still inside of her, shoved in as deeply as possible. She rocked her hips against him, almost fucking herself with the fingers. He shifted his hand and held it pressed against her so that no matter how she moved, his fingers wouldn't. He felt her cunt squeeze and pulsate around his fingers as she came; the juices ran down onto his hand. Still he kept the fingers there.

Leigh came slowly back to earth and realized his fingers still pressed deep into her. She moaned softly as an echo of her orgasm sent another throb through her system, then squeezed at the fingers with her pussy. Slowly he slid them out of her. He trailed his fingers up her body, they left a wet line as they went, then pressed them to her lips. She eagerly opened her mouth to taste her own juices. Her tongue lapped at his fingers, her mouth sucked as if trying to convey gratitude for the pleasure she had just felt.

The more the man toyed with Leigh, the more he came to realize how different she was. While he always found these games of his exciting, none of the other women he had played with had excited him the way this woman did. Her responses were incredible; each sigh from her was music to his ears.

He stepped back from the bed and undressed, his eyes never leaving the woman. She panted, still breathless from her pleasure, and listened to him. Before he stepped out of his pants, he pulled from the back pocket a small dagger, its keen blade squeaked as he pulled it from its sheath. Her ears perked as she heard an unfamiliar sound, one that sent more of those chills down her spine and settled into her belly like a ball of dread.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the girl; a look of intense concentration came over his features. Slowly he advanced on her.

He ran a hand across her belly, soft at first, then harder and harder. She moaned, both from pleasure and discomfort. He drew back his hand and slapped at her tight abdomen, three quick, short slaps, just hard enough to sting a little. Leigh gasped in shock, but also felt a response in herself. She didn't like pain, but the feeling he gave her was incredible. She felt exposed, helpless; she was totally at his mercy, there for his use, and the thought turned her on incredibly--that and his skilled fingers and hot mouth had her hotter than she'd ever been before.

His rough hand moved up to her breast. He trailed his finger around her nipple, softly, almost tickling her, then grabbed out at her breast hard. He squeezed it in his hand, his fingers crushing into it. Her breast smashed in his hand, the flesh swelled between his fingers as he tightened his grip more and more.

At first she moaned, in pleasure, then a bit of pain started, but she moaned all the harder, the pain and pleasure mixed, intensifying them both. Then, as his hand increased the pressure, smashing her breast in his grip as if in a vice, she began to whine, then to gasp, then to cry out. He grit his teeth and gave one savage fist and pulled hard at her breast. Finally he was rewarded with a scream for his efforts. He smiled and his cock throbbed.

Leigh whimpered on the bed as he let go of her mauled breast. Tears were coursing down her cheeks and a terrible feeling had settled in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't so sure now. His mouth lowered to hers and he kissed her. Of it's own volition her mouth opened to his probing tongue. Seemingly with a mind of it's own, she found her mouth kissing him back, her tongue desperately sought out his. He pulled back from the kiss and licked at the tears that had gotten past the blindfold. It felt to her like the most obscene and yet erotic thing a man had ever done to her--to feast on her tears. In some strange way, she felt valuable to him, as if even her pain he could savor and desire. Leigh moaned, her mind amazed at her body's treachery.

She felt his hardness press against her pussy and gasped, then held her breath. With agonizing slowness, he entered her, making her feel every inch of his cock as it slid inside. She felt her lips give to his insistence, felt herself being stretched wide. She shook her head from side to side slowly letting out the breath she had been holding as he sunk deeper and deeper. Once he was buried fully inside of her, he held still, keeping his cock pressed firmly into her womb. She moaned more, and then started to move slightly under him. Her legs locked around his waist and her hands clenched at the bedposts. She rocked her hips, grinding against him, moving his cock inside of her. He bit his lip and moaned, trying hard to keep himself under control.

She grew desperate, feeling his cock deep inside of her, filling her, but not having it fucking her. She cried out a savage moan of desire and rage. He answered her call by pulling back, sliding almost completely out of her then slamming back in. He grunted with each thrust and fucked into her hard and deep. She cried out "Yes!" and thrust back against him, eager for more, wanting him to use her, to own her completely in this primal way. He pummeled her viciously, slamming his cock into her over and over. His hands clawed at her body, mauling her breasts more, squeezing them both until she was screaming again. Each scream sent a throb of pleasure through his cock.

He was hurting her. She cried out, then screamed from the pain, but nothing stopped him, he just squeezed harder. Somehow, despite this pain that had her sobbing, his cock was still forcing her closer and closer to another orgasm. She couldn't understand. As he clawed at her more and she screamed again, her pussy clamped tightly around his shaft, her juices coated him and ran over his balls. The pain he was inflicting was making her feel more helpless, more used, which made her want him more. She sobbed as she felt herself taken over by this stranger's dark desires.


Something cold moved against her breast and she sucked in a breath. Suddenly every thought in her head focused on the cold steel of a knife blade pressed against the side of her breast. Leigh froze. "No...," she whimpered.

"Shhhh...," he whispered back, his breath hot against her ear. She shivered now in real fear. Her mouth went dry and her stomach flip-flopped inside of her. Her body tensed beneath his.

"Please..." she whispered, barely keeping her voice from being one long sob. Relentlessly he continued to fuck her, his strokes long and slow. She sobbed as she realized he was deaf to her pleas. She knew her fear just excited him more. She cursed herself, her stupidity, and her desire, for bringing her here. And still he fucked her. As his cock slid in and out, she felt revulsion sweep through her. She tried to lock her legs, to close them and somehow stop him, but it was useless. She cried in utter frustration and terror, looking at her own rape and murder as one would a train approaching them while they are tied to the tracks.

The inevitability of it all settled over her in a heavy cloud that weighted down her limbs. She simply gave up. He was going to do anything he wanted to. It was useless to fight, to plead, to cry. Her arms hung from the cuffs, her fingers limply bounced with every thrust the man made into Leigh.


Feeling her give in at last, he raised himself up and looked down at her, watching as his cock slid into her. He ran the blade of his knife over her body, caressed her with it. His other hand slid over her creamy skin then slipped between her thighs. He felt her pussy stretched around him, felt himself slide in and out of her. His fingers glided across her clit, tickled at it, then rubbed more insistently. He felt her clit swell under his fingers, felt her pussy squeeze at him again.

She sobbed in terrified rage. Her fear was huge, she felt torn wide open in front of his greedy sight. He wouldn't stop fucking her! She felt as if something deep inside of her was about to snap loose.

He pulled the blindfold from her eyes and moved the blade directly before her eyes. Leigh screamed again, her eyes wide and fixed on the blade that danced before her sight. It dipped out of her vision, but she had not long to wonder where it had gone as in the next instant, she felt it pressed hard against her neck. She felt the cold steel press into her, she was sure she had been cut. Her mind hit a blank white wall; Leigh knew she was going to die right then. Another savage thrust by him buried his cock inside of her as his fingers pinched her clit.

Suddenly Leigh snapped. In a moment of pure horror, she felt herself start to orgasm, the greatest pleasure she'd felt in her life ripped through her body. She screamed and thrashed beneath the stranger, her mind gone blank of everything but the waves of electric sensation that coursed through her body. Without her being aware of it her hips rose to meet his thrusts.

A guttural moan came from the man. After three savage thrusts, he buried himself inside of her wetness and came; his thick seed spurted into her. Beneath him Leigh sobbed and cried, the tears coursed down her cheeks, the bed beneath her head was wet with them. She turned her head away from him in shame and fear, her tears blurring her sight. Desperately she looked around, trying to find anything to take her mind off all this man had taken from her, all she had given.

In the corner of the room was a strange object. Her eyes saw it clearly, but her mind refused to acknowledge what it was. As sudden realization struck her and her mind wrapped itself around the horror that she saw, she screamed, a bloodcurdling scream of deepest terror that bounced off the walls and drilled straight into the man's skull.

In the corner of the room, partially covered by a blanket, was a corpse. It looked to be a young and once pretty woman. She was nude, her wrists bound in metal cuffs. The blanket covered part of her swollen body, but of what showed, most of it was covered with cuts, designs, it looked like, which had been carved into her skin. The worst was her face. Her head hung back at a very odd angle and her wide blank eyes seemed fixed directly on Leigh. Her face was frozen in a mask of terror.

Leigh's scream went on and on until her mind mercifully went blank and she passed out unconscious.

The man smiled to himself, then at the corpse, and finally down at Leigh. He licked the blood off of her neck; it was really but a shallow cut. He kissed her lips, smearing a small amount of her blood across them. He moved from her and sat in a chair near the bed. This one had touched him, there was no doubt of that. With a feeling of warmth and affection inside of him, the man closed his eyes to rest, his mind replaying for his dreams the night’s events.