0 comments/ 16526 views/ 1 favorites The Making of a Ghoul Ch. 1 By: August Never Amber lay on her bed as August moved over her. His hands and cock bringing her effortlessly to orgasm. So effortlessly she wondered sometimes if she might not even be there. If she could ask him to phone it in. Except for that one minute at the end after she had finished crying out, when he held her head tightly in his hands, his face buried in her hair, his fluids rushing into her body and the trace of his lips on her neck. He was heavy on her chest in the cool wet afterwards. Never moving until she began to stir. Then getting out of her way as she swung herself out of bed, gathered her kimono to her and went into the bathroom. The blast of the shower always drowned out the sound of the door as he left. He had tried to doll up their sex at first. Little jokes, compliments, gentle kisses-- so gentle they melted this heart she'd taken such care to harden. But she'd pushed him away, sneered at his attempts enough times that he never tried anymore. She never went to his house. Had never slept in his bed. The shower was far too hot, burning against her skin. She let it scald her for a second then turned it off leaning her head against the wet tile. Anything to keep from returning to that empty bed. She knew what she was doing. This was a deal, wasn't it? One he had scrupulously kept. No heart, no soul. No love. Her heart beat like it would break. She dried herself carefully and went back to the devastated bed. Entering it from the opposite side from the one she had left. To avoid the cold wet spot. His smell was everywhere. She changed the sheets and lit a stick of incense. It did no good. His smell was everywhere. She could smell him in her hair. The clock by her bed was glowing green--- midnight. Two hours since he'd left her side. She knew she wouldn't sleep. The darkness of the night ached in her. It was as if she'd never come at all. The phone beeped, that little peep that means the company is testing the lines. Robyn's heart lurched in her chest, her breath tearing at her lungs. It could have been him. Asking her what was wrong. Asking her if she wanted him to make it right. Her hands were on the phone, touching the numbers before she realized who she was calling. "Yes." His voice was low, calm. He had answered the phone immediately. She thought about hanging up. "You called me. You must have had a reason." "Yes." She breathed. "What's wrong?" "I. . .need. . ." "What do you need, Amber?" "I don't know." She closed her eyes, My God, why had she let this get this far. "I'm not. . .I'm not Amber." "All Right." She could hear his breath in the silence. She could hear him thinking. "You are not Amber, that's a place to start. You don't know what you need but you called me to get what you need. Am I correct?" "I think so." "Let's start with what you don't want." "I don't want love." Her voice was frail and pleading, she almost hung up the phone when she heard herself. "And I don't want tonight to happen ever again." That last sentence was spit out, like a poison she was trying to get out of her mouth. "It's after midnight. The darkest part of the night. And that's appropriate. I know what you need. My house, tomorrow night, after midnight." He hung up. The Making of a Ghoul Ch. 2 Amber sat in her mustang in front of the Never place watching the clock. Nearly 11:30. She could drive home, go to bed, forget all about August. Well, no. She could never forget all about August. No matter what. She wore the flowered dress and red sweater she had worn the first time they had come together. To make a new start, she thought, that's what this is about. She closed her eyes and waited out the time. The wind beat dry leaves against her windshield. 12:05 she walked up the steps to Never's front door. It opened before she could knock. "You're late." His pants and vest were black, his shirt so deep a red it might as well have been. His face was grim. "Only 5 minutes." "Never be late again. Never be early. If you want to wait a half hour wondering if you should come in, do it at the door." "Jesus! You need to print up a rulebook." Her usual snappy reply got no answering smirk. "One other thing. The moment you cross this doorstep, no is no longer an acceptable answer." "You're serious?" "I didn't call you. You called me. I still have a name, you don't." I'm Amber, she thought. I still am, somewhere deep inside I still am. She reached out her hand and steadied herself on his arm as she walked through the door. And now I can't refuse him. Inside a dozen black candles were flickering. A strange acrid smell of herbs and perfume assaulted her senses. She glanced upstairs, beyond the landing it was pitch black. "This doesn't happen in the house." He walked ahead of her towards the back door. Opened it and allowed her to walk out into the still dark garden ahead of him. "You're dressed a little unseasonably for this sort of thing, but that was certain to happen sooner or later." The wind was chill. Amber clutched her sweater to her. August pryed her hands away from the warmth and unbuttoned her top to the waist. He looked at her brassiere and slipped his knife out of his pocket. "You can take it off. Or I can cut it off. Choose." He flicked the knife open like a sharp erection and waited. She hurriedly slipped her sweater off and undid her bra. He took it out of her hands and tossed it aside. Slipped her sweater back on, his hands sliding past her breasts as he made sure it would stay open. The cold danced over her nipples and hardened them. She started to cross her arms against the cold but stopped as he narrowed his eyes. "That's good. I don't just want to see them. I want you to feel them." He took her by her right arm and led her to the big gargoyle near the garden wall. The iron gate was hanging wide open. If there had been anyone on the street they could have seen her. He put her arms around the gargoyle's wings. She had to lean over at an awkward angle to hold on. He pushed her head closer to the bulbous stone head till she was resting against it, her breasts pressed against the rough pitted granite. Then he slit her skirt open from the back of her waist to her hem. The cold flew in there too. She held hard to the rock wings and tried to stop shaking. He pulled her head back gently and showed her the knife, showed her how he folded it up and tossed it against the wall. Then he took her panties off and stuffed them in her mouth. August leaned against her back and whispered in her ear, "There is no compulsion. You are not tied. You are not threatened." He waited a moment-- for what? For her to run away, to take the gag out of her mouth and scream? She thought about doing both. She held the rock wings tighter. He pushed her head into the stone face. "You cannot say no. Believe that. That's your name now." His fingers dipped roughly into the crack between her legs. He wiped the wetness along her inner thighs as if to show her how much she liked this treatment. His fingers moved from her labia back along the thin perineum up into her anus. "Ahhmmm." Amber twisted backwards. August stopped touching her. The garden felt cold as a freezer. She could run away. She could still do it. This wasn't a new beginning, this was horrible, this was an ending, this. . . The wind hit her wet thighs as if to tell her what she really wanted. Amber wrapped her arms against the hard rough wings and crushed her head and chest into the beast's face. Her tears fell into the stone. A touch of icey slime was rubbed against her anus. "It won't hurt. Much." The tip of his cock touched her opening and pressed it's way in. She moaned and her anal muscles clenched around him. "Well, if you like it that much, it might hurt a little." I don't, Amber thought. I hate it, I'm afraid of dying. She held on to the stone demon as if it were her gravestone, as if she might be claimed by the underworld if she let go. Then, August pushed his fingers into the soft folds of her labia, up and over her clitoris and she almost fell. He lunged further into her ass. He was right it didn't hurt all that much, then why was she sobbing? "You've been much too clean, up till now. It's a handicap, you know. You need to be a whole lot dirtier than this, but it's a start." When he started pumping in and out of her, she had to hold on to keep from falling. The rough rock rubbed against her nipples until they were raw. Her legs started shaking and she was afraid of falling. August grabbed her hips and pulled himself further into her, further than she thought anyone could ever get. She could feel the tip of his cock twitching inside of her. The soft weight of his balls at her buttocks. His hands reached down the front of her groin and dipped into her labia. She realized she was no longer standing at all. Her legs were liquid, flopping against his thrusts. He opened the lips of her cunt wide and she could feel her fluid pouring out. She was moaning and clawing at the Gargoyle, imagining it's rough tongue plunging down her throat. My God, she was fucking the winged monster, longing for it to raise it's huge granite cock and pierce her. She could feel it in August's long fingers reaching up inside her. Her muffled screams deafened her as she felt August's sperm pour out of his cock in her narrow warm interior. Felt his come trickle out her ass. He held her against him as he pried her fingers from the stone wings. His cock still buried up inside of her. He put her hands against her breasts. She rubbed the tips of her nipples, pinched them. Away from the rough stone she felt lost. He eased out of her and let her touch the ground. She sank down to her knees, unable to hold herself up. "You didn't come." He said pulling the gag out of her mouth. "I didn't?" She replied, disbelieving. She reached her hands between her legs to see. She was wet, soaking, wasn't that coming? She rubbed herself. "I thought I did." "Not really." She looked up at August. He wiped his cock off with his handkerchief and tucked it back inside his pants. "I don't think you ever have." "What. . ." She kept rubbing her fingers between her legs. "What was I just doing?" "You were descending." August pulled her hands away from her legs. "Stop that. You won't learn that way." "Learn what?" "The darkness that will make you come." He brought her wet fingers to her mouth, opened her lips and stuck them in. The shock of tasting herself made her shudder. He watched her hold her mouth around her fingers until she sucked all the trace of her own fluids off of them. "Come back tomorrow night. You know the time." The Making of a Ghoul Ch. 3 The brown paper parcel was waiting for her when she came home for lunch. Inside was a long velvet dress, sleeveless, with buttons down all the way down the front. The note inside the neckline read: Wear this tonight. You may still use the front door. Don't make me use my knife again. She didn't eat any lunch or dinner. She looked at the dress instead. Had he bought it today? Had he always had it? How many other women had worn it? There was no wind as she approached the house. The moon was full and lit every step she took to the front door. Five minutes early. She waited until the hand on her watch moved to midnight before knocking. What if her watch was fast or slow? What if . . .? The door opened as she touched it. Three black candles burned down the hall where the back door stood also open. The house was otherwise empty. She walked through the hall towards the moonlight shining through the back door. The purple dress swirled around her feet. Her shoulders were cool but not too cold. The velvet pressed gently around her tender breasts. No bra. She would not make him use his knife again. The garden was empty. Naked rose branches reached for heaven. The Gargoyle she had hung on last night shone in the moonlight. Something lay at its feet. It was a bunch of red roses. She reached for them. The thorns pierced her. "No real fragrance without thorns." He emerged from the depths of the garden. "Hold them from the ends gently." He was wearing the soft brown jacket and white silk shirt he had worn the day they had first made love. Here, in this place. When she had told him to use her body but not her heart and not her soul. When he had made love to her anyway. She was trying to hold the roses without hurting herself but a trickle of blood was running down one bare arm. He took the flowers from her. "You'll learn. Anyway, tonight is about blood." He led her into the thick hanging branches from which he had appeared. There was a low wooden bench under a willow. The moon shone down on it like a spotlight. "Sit there." He put the roses at her feet and began unbuttoning the dress. He smiled when her breasts were bare. "I didn't want you to use your knife." Amber said, breathless for approval. He struck her hard across her face. "Speak when I tell you to speak." His face was as mild as before he had struck her. It took everything she had not to ask him why. She knew he would hit her again. He sighed and removed her panties again, stuffing them into her mouth. "I should have done this sooner." He finished unbuttoning the dress completely, placed the palms of his hands on her knees and spread her legs as wide as they would go. She could feel the lips of her labia opening beneath her. August placed her hands on her thighs. "Don't look so frightened. This is your theatre. Everything tonight is for your pleasure." He touched the gaping lips of her vagina delicately. "Don't be afraid to take it." The iron gate to the garden swung open you could hear the sound of metal touching the brick fence. Amber's eyes were wide and wild. "Don't hold back." August whispered. "She won't know anything beyond her own little world." He walked back to the place where Robyn was waiting. "Should I leave the gate open?" Robyn said. She was wearing her short leopard skin coat and her legs seemed to go up to nowhere. "Wide open." August sniffed the air and smiled. "You and that nose of yours." Robyn's attempt to be sarcastic seemed forced. "You have perfect timing, Robyn. As usual. Let's get started." Robyn took off her coat. She was wearing nothing underneath but a wide belt. "The shoes." She stepped out of her high heels and kneeled on the ground in front of him. August seemed bored. Robyn reached her hands to her waist and caressed the belt for a minute. "Wanta fuck it, go home and fuck it." She took the belt off and handed it to him. It was thick heavy leather with a solid silver buckle. August took it perfunctorily. He reached between her legs and fingered something. "Take it out." Robyn pulled the white string that held the tampon up inside of her. She let it fall on the ground. Amber could see a trace of blood on her thigh. A curved marble bench was on the path that led to where Amber was watching. August nodded at it and Robyn crawled over to it and lay her head down on it presenting her back to him and the belt. Amber looked at the top of Robyn's Red head. It seemed so close. The woman never looked up, never looked into the trees at her rival sitting spread eagle a few yards away. August doubled the belt and looked straight at Amber. Looked through her, down into her. She could feel his hands on her. He bent over Robyn and hauled her further over the marble seat so that her head was hanging off her arms dangling in the dirt. "I don't want to see your face tonight. I don't want to know who you are." Robyn's breathing was labored and she reached for her breasts hanging over the cold stone and stroked them, then twisted one nipple fiercely. "You want to fuck yourself, you can go home and do that too." "No." Robyn let her arms fall away from her body. Amber could feel how wet she was, how close to exploding. She could see the woman's pale skin shiver like wind over a river. She reached closer between her own thighs. August stared at Amber as he spoke. "You are nothing but flesh tonight. Nothing but cunt and ass and tit. And blood." He reached into her cunt and smeared some blood over her ass. Robyn reached out for the ground as the belt came down. Amber reached for her wet labia. The belt slapped against Robyn's back and buttocks over and over. Amber put one finger inside herself, and then another. She could feel August's eyes watching her, could feel the thud of the leather against skin inside her cunt. Robyn's hands reached out like claws pulling the grasses out of the ground. Her mouth was wide open but she was fighting for no sound to come out. Nothing but raspy breath. She dug her fingers into the dirt, her nails breaking against the earth. The slap of the leather sent her soul up to the top of her head beating its wings to try to get out. Amber pushed her legs further apart and forced three fingers into her cunt ripping them back and forth as the skin spread and flowed. She couldn't get enough air. And the sound of the leather hitting Robyn's flesh was hitting Amber like a cock. She wanted to scream as much as Robyn, more. She opened her eyes and saw August, his eyes still burning into her, thrust his cock into Robyn's cunt. He fucked her viciously, wildly, hammering the woman against the stone like a blacksmith hammering out a sword. Robyn cried out in the same wild frenzy, hugging her arms against her chest. At the sound, August withdrew from her body in one sharp motion. "Nooooo!" Robyn was out of her mind, reaching back to touch the man fucking her, trying to hold on to the contact that was gone. "You're disgusting. No control at all." He pushed her off the bench towards Amber, pushed her into the dirt. "Finish yourself if you're so eager." "Please!" August slapped her hands away. "Don't worry, I'll watch." He sat on the bench stained with Robyn's menstrual blood and pushed the woman on her stomach. Her hands were in her cunt and her ass both. Several fingers of those delicate hands reaching farther inside her than Amber could imagine anyone could go. Robyn's mouth opened as she looked at August, her full luscious lips leaning towards his cock. He pushed her back on the ground. Her back arched painfully and you couldn't tell the sobs from the spasms as she climaxed in tears while August looked at Amber. "Are you done?" "Yes." "Go home." He handed her the belt and she put it and the coat back on, picked up her shoes and limped out of the garden. Amber had long since stopped masturbating. August sighed. "Don't you understand. It's all part of the same act for her. If she spoils it for herself it's all gone, she can't get it back." He walked over to Amber and knelt at her feet. "That is the fullest pleasure Robyn can feel. I gave it to you." He rested his head between her breasts. "And you can't dirty your hands with it." Amber's hands came up tenatively to touch his soft hair. He grabbed them by the thin wrists before she could reach him. Pulled her fingers down to his cock. It was sticky with Robyn's discharge. Amber winced. "Such a clean little girl." She pulled his cock towards her open legs. "Now you're learning." He slipped inside her and pulled her closer so he could lunge deeper. Amber made some noises behind her gag. "What?" He paused and pulled himself out of her. He held her head with one hand reaching inside her mouth with the other. He slowly withdrew the gag. "Tell me what you want." "I want . . .I want you to kiss me." August's index finger ran around Amber's open lips. "Tear my shirt open, like you did the first time." She reached her hands to his chest and ripped the shirt open to his waist. August reached down between her legs and picked up the roses he had left there. He ran his hand down the stems letting the thorns tear his fingers. "First kiss." He put his bleeding finger in Amber's mouth. "Second kiss." His dark eyes bore into her. "This is you and me." He shook the flowers, some petals fell between her legs, lying on her thigh like velvet skin. "No illusion of free will crap. This Is you and me. Now are you ready for the third kiss?" Amber looked at the thorns arrayed like a million tiny knives. I am not allowed to say no. she thought. She reached out her arms for the flowers. He brushed the head of one rose across the scar her father had burned into her arm. "I can't do that to you. Put your arms down." She sighed and dropped her arms and closed her eyes. He thrust the flowers between her breasts and leaned into them forcing the thorns into her flesh. She opened her eyes in horror as his mouth closed on hers, his arms crushing her even tighter to him. His cock pushed into her cunt as the needles of pain rushed through her. He reached against her spine and pulled her closer, his cock so high inside her she felt it like a steel weight. Terror and desire wrapped around her like barbed wire and she was screaming his name as his mouth ate at her lips and her neck and her face. She didn't realize she had wrapped her legs around him until she dug her fingers into his shirt and through the fabric and into the skin of his back. He pushed her back against the green leaves and the trees. The roses and their pain fell away into the overgrown leaves of the deep garden. His chest was covered with welts of blood. They slipped off the bench still beating their bodies into each other. He wrenched the dress off her and fell against her, that steel weight bursting inside her like molten iron erupting from a smelter. She was crying and holding him closer, her hands on his buttocks pushing him further inside as his come ran down between her legs. He took his penis out of her and put her hands inside where it had been. His hands showing them what to do. "Don't be afraid to be rough." She mangled her flesh running her fingernails back and forth across, her back arched as if it would snap and she screamed so hard she longed for the gag. Then it was over, like a crash into darkness, complete power shutdown. Her breath was so ragged she was afraid to speak. August was licking the blood from her breasts. His chest was a mess. She was afraid to look at hers. "Almost." He said. "Very close, you drew blood." She looked down at her breasts expecting to see torn flesh. There were a few scratches and punctures here and there. Nothing that would scar. "No, not there." He showed her the traces of blood beneath her fingernails where she had dug inside herself. Even the fear it produced excited her. She touched the tip of her tongue to one of the nails. "How dainty." "How dirty do you want me to get?" "We come from the mud, formed like clay." He took his finger and dipped it in the blood on his chest. Made a cross of his blood over her lips and kissed her lightly, tenderly. "Go home. I will tell you when you may come again." He walked into the house and left her lying in the leaves. The Making of a Ghoul Ch. 4 (Final) Amber waited for two days and two even longer nights. August never called. She went into his office. He wasn't there. She shocked Robyn by walking into the inner office. Empty. It was like swimming through a constant fever dream. Her breasts were tender and swollen, her nipples painful to the touch. Her abdomen wracked with cramping and between her legs was a river of fluids. She couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep for longer than a few minutes at a time and then she would wake up with her hands in between her dripping lips. But she couldn't come. She rubbed herself until she was sore and aching but there was no release at all. She found herself measuring gear shifts, bed posts, bottles to see if they would fit inside of her. She was going mad. Two weeks passed like this. He called at 11:30. It had been raining hard all day, only letting up at nightfall. He said only one word. "Now." She ran to the house. The front door was locked and no matter how much she knocked no one opened it. Nearly hysterical, she ran around the side of the house. The gate was swung wide. Pools of standing water dotted the garden. The rest was mud. He stood next to the back door. He watched her trying to apologize for being late, breathless from the attempt to keep from speaking. He slowly walked over to her and picked up her hand. Smelled it. "I said I would tell you when you could come again. You need some restraint." That slim evil little knife appeared again and slowly sliced her dress off her body. She opened her mouth so he could put her gag in. He smelled her panties before he did so. Smiled. "These should be tasty." When he was through with her dress it was cut into thin long ribbons. He crossed her arms between her breasts, her hands on either side of her neck and tied her there. Her breasts were uplifted and squeezed by her arms. Strands of the bondage hung behind her back, he turned her around and tugged on them. Her breasts ached from the pressure, she cried out. "Do you like that?" She nodded. She was crying. There was a small portion of her brain telling her she shouldn't like it, couldn't like it. But her legs were shaking with arousal. When was he going to fuck her? He brought her to the same bench where she had watched him fuck Robyn. His hand on her shoulder forcing her to her knees. Bent her head down to the stone. His hand in her cunt adjusting the angle. Spreading her cold bare legs wide on the wet ground. His fingers ran from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine. wet and viscous. He was marking her with mud. "You want this." "Hmmm!" She didn't know what hole he was going to choose, his fingers probed in both. She wanted either. Both. "Too bad you can't beg. I'll think of something." He drove into her cunt without warning. Hard as a steel shaft. She couldn't breathe. The weight of him falling across her back shoved him higher into her. The climax hit her with her first intake of breath. Every thing narrowed to the channel of her vagina, ridged and clutching his cock as it burned in and out of her flesh. The fire he lit in her spread through her groin and her hips and her legs. It rose up her spine and exploded in her brain. It was peeling the skin off her body, the layers of reserve off her brain. Her muffled voice tried to howl, her fingers clawed at her neck, Her stretched open lips bruised themselves against the stone seat. He yanked on her bonds and the pain that ran through her breasts stripped some more soul away. She was pushing back now, increasing her own pain, pushing her ass back against him to get more of his cock inside of her, her vaginal muscles gripping him like talons. From somewhere in the back of her mind she heard clapping. "Not a bad performance." Robyn was saying as she slowly walked from the back garden bench wearing sleeveless red velvet gown, open to the toes. August was high up inside Amber's cunt, he slowly began to withdraw his cock. "You want me to stop?" It was like the world ending. Her brain was split in two, one half screaming to kill Robyn and the other half dying with each inch of cock August took out of her. She pushed her body back towards him. "Maybe you can beg me, after all." Robyn reached forward and took the panties out of Amber's mouth. He gave me her fuck, now he's giving mine to her. "Guess you should change partners, darlin'" Robyn said. "Fuck me," August gasped. "Stick your cock in me and fuck me." August yanked her bonds really hard. "I'm begging you, please, August, fuck me. Fuck me any way you want. Any hole you want. But please, don't stop." His cock returned so fast it slammed her face into the stone. "Yes, oh God yes. Fuck me to death but don't stop. Don't ever stop!" The knife cut the bonds off her and she gripped the bench and pushed her cunt back on him with force and agony. Trying to rip him through her. As the orgasm hit her again, she beat bruises into her arms hammering them on the bench and the ground. He tipped her up and slid her almost off the bench to get one more inch of cock into her body. She was screaming, her face ground into the mud, her hands knuckle deep into the earth. Her back nearly breaking as the waves of coming slashed through her. "Would you eat her for me?" He whispered. She looked up, but Robyn was gone. "Next time." August said as he pulled out still as hard as ever. Amber's fingers reached for his cock. He grabbed her wrists. " I want your mouth." The minute her lips closed around his flesh, he dropped her hands and dug his fingers into her wet, muddy hair. He pushed her head slowly onto his cock. It was filling her throat and he stopped. Let her suck for a moment. And then pulled her head down over him further. When she gagged, he twisted his fingers in her hair and pulled, hard. "Your cunt is mine. Your ass is mine. Your throat is mine. You wanted a new name. That's it. Mine." One hand dropped from her hair to her shoulder and fell like the weight of destiny. She stopped fighting and let go. His cock slid all the way into her mouth. "Ownership can be a very wonderful thing." He used her head the way he used her cunt. As if it was an extention of his own body. She felt her orgasm begin to creep up from her wet crotch again, without control, without responsibility, she was overcome by her own possession. She could feel the sperm fill his cock in her throat. His come spilled out her lips and flowed down her neck. She swallowed every drop she could. His breath was ragged but he never said a word. When he was done, he pulled his organ out of her mouth and smeared the traces into her face and breasts. "Am I dirty enough now?" She asked. "It's a beginning." He brushed his jeans. There were a few traces of mud on the knees, otherwise he looked as immaculate as ever. She was a naked primeval mess in the mud and come. "Know this," he said before he left, "you can't stop now. You would have begged me to fuck you if it had been anyone standing there. Or anything. Hell, It would have made no difference." We have shared a blooding together. For you are my Ghoul now. He went into the house. She stayed in the mud and cried until almost sunrise. Naked, befouled and broken. How could she go home now? She was His Forever to serve...