Copyright © 2001, Mike. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, October 20, 2001 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: instinct.txt http://www.mrdouble.com subject: Instincts Story_codes: M/f 13 Story_intro: "It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the exceptional thing. And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing." Marquis De Sade Instincts Written by Mike How lovely she is! I have adored her for some time, always standing in the shadows, waiting for her smile to be bestowed upon me! I have thought of her, dreamed of her, desired her in every imaginable way. I have wanted to grab her up into my arms, to run away and hide with her forever. I have fought my urges, my desires. Today she turns 13, she is become a woman before my very eyes. My desires rage within me, my dreams torment me! I have searched for answers and have found only one. I MUST have her before she has become old and bitter, before another snatches her from my heart!!! I will no longer fight my urges, my desires! I shall have my dream come true! I shall follow my instincts! Cedric tells me that my instints are no more than primal, "base", and I should fight them, for I am an educated man. He has told me if I do not fight them, I shall find hell lapping at my heels. I told Cedric, if that be truth, then I should learn to accept it now, rather than later. I would have her, no other would do. (perhaps I might out run the flames of hell should I find heaven within her.) She is mine! I have taken her from her very bed as she slept! I climbed the trellis outside her window, put a sedative cloth over her nose, picked her up and carried her over my shoulder. Down the trellis, and to her cage in my cellar. No one saw. She is mine, she shall remain mine, forever, no one can hear her cries. No one will shall take her from me. I have my dream, my desire! I watch her, wait for her to awaken. I want to see her face, see her fear, the terror in her eyes when she finds herself tightly caged! How will she react? Would it excite me as I expected it would? There! She's coming 'round!! Hear her sigh? I fell beside the bars and leaned down to see her face. Her eyes open and she sees me! Her eyes open wider and she utters a small frightened sound. Not at all what I had expected from her. I am only slightly disappointed, for she hurls herself as far away from me as she can, in fear. It is good that she fear me! Her fear excites my passion! I smile at her and she hides down inside of her clothing making herself appear smaller than life. I unlock her cage and pull her out. She kicks and screams, tries to bite me. My passion soars! My desire for her is flamed! I push her up against the wall and rip the clothes from her young body. She struggles and shivers in fear, but she can not win this fight, and I enjoy her struggles immensely! Her breasts are small firm mounds topped with large, dark nipples. There is but a light smattering of hair upon her womanhood. My mouth waters, my manhood throbs in excited anticipation! I have to know, I can not wait, will she fight me as I take her? Fight me as I make her my very own? Will she scream? I pushed her down to the floor and fell upon her. She stuggled, oh how she struggled! She screamed, "Who are you? What do you wish with me?" Her small young body is beneath me! The sound of fear in her voice as she demanded my name! She pummeled me with her fists, barely noticable, but very pleasurable! I reached down and freed my hardened manhood and forced her legs open. She screamed, her legs kicking at me as I held her down and drove into her womanhood. Her screams! Music, heavenly music to my ears! I took her, savagely, pounding my hardness into her, ripping her childhood from out of her! So sweet! So tight! So mine! I bit her, bit her hard upon her cheek. She screamed as my teeth sank into her tender young flesh and I tasted her blood upon my lips. I licked her face enjoying her pain! My manhood throbbed and burned and finally burst deep within her woman folds. I withdrew from her and stood. I watched as she curled into a tight ball to try and protect herself from me, from my desire for her. With my foot I pushed her, lightly, she did not move. I kicked her then, and she screamed and unfolded to move away from me. I saw the evidence of her innocent blood upon her thighs, I smiled she was child no longer. She would provide pleasure for me, she would fan the flames of my desire, set free my "base instincts", and make me spend them upon her sweet young form. I had taken her childhood true, now my mind set to more fleshy matters. How much pain would I have to inflict upon her to fan the flames of my desire to new heights? I had no thought to give her pleasure. Giving her pleasure would detract from my own, I wanted none of that. She had been created to give me pleasure and receive none in return, absolutely NONE. She crawled to the corner and huddled there, her body naked and shivering. I moved to her. She cringed in fear. I laughed and took my manhood in my hand and began to frig myself before her. Her eyes opened wider, she was too afraid to close them for fear of what I might do to her. I pulled on my hard manhood, my eyes glued to her face. I read her expressions of fear and revulsion! My passion soared until the need began to burn within my manhood. I stood before her, watching closely, and when I orgasmed, I made to hit her in the middle of her face. She threw her hands up, but not before I'd splashed her eyes with semen. Such a lovely sight! My semen splashed against her small hands and ran down her arms. I had waited long, almost too long. But now she was mine, forever. I dragged her back to her cage and left her there to think of the events done. I heard her sobs as I climbed the stairs to my rooms, and I smiled. When I returned some hours later she lay huddled in the corner of her cage. Asleep or no, I had no way to tell, but it mattered not. I wanted her again. I unlocked the cage and pulled her against me. Her small, dainty little fists beat upon my chest and chin, her feet kicked my legs. I lifted her and threw her kicking and screaming over my shoulder and carried her to the far wall in the cellar. There I dropped her against the wall and quickly chained her there. She screamed, but what she screamed was of no consequence, and I had no desire to listen to her. She was there, her BODY was there for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone. To this end was she born. I selected a whip, from the many, and stood before her. She cringed in fear, tried to withdraw into the very wall itself. My manhood grew and hardened at her fear. I raised the whip and brought it down upon her tender untried breast. The beauty of her movements! The very sexual, sensual, way in which she responded to the kiss of the whip was truely extraordinary! Again I whipped her tender breast, first the one, then the other. Each and every kiss of the whip brought such a delightful new movement from her young body! She was enticing, intoxicating! My manhood raged, and I whipped her breasts again and again, my free hand frigging my manhood as I watched her pain, heard her cries of pain and fear....I lay the whip upon her breasts one last time and moved so that I might orgasm upon her woman mound. My manhood released my semen, and it lay trapped in the downy hair of her woman mound and glistened in the dim light of the cellar, as though it was pearls I'd given her to wear. Still she cried, still her movements were inticing, intriquing. My manhood did not go soft nor limp. The whip still in my hand I turned her to face the wall. She screamed as I lay the whip upon her shoulders, and striped her flesh down to the tight firmness of her buttocks. How beautiful she was! Her body striped for me, her cries for my ears, both for my pleasure alone. I dropped the whip and caressed her skin, feeling the hot red risen welts upon her body. I took her buttocks in my hands and stood behind her. I held her still as I pushed my manhood into her from behind. I pushed her against the wall, held her there tightly, her nipples rubbing against the cold stone wall. I was not letting her move as I savagely frigged her. Though I'd ripped her childhood away from her, her womanhood remained sweet, tight, pleasurable. I frigged her, harder, faster, reaching around to fondle her whipped and striped breasts. I pinched her nipples, her cries thrilling me, encouraging me. I bit her shoulders, bit them hard, chewed upon them as my manhood raged inside the depths of her womanhood! She screamed and my orgasm exploded deep against her young sweet womb. I withdrew from her and let her hang. I had no further use for her, at the moment. I needed my rest. Her soft cries pleasured me as I climbed the stairs. The next day I released her. I pushed her, a plate of food, and small tin of water, into her cage and locked her there. She shook and rubbed her arms, there were sore at having been chained so long. When feeling returned, she ate ravenously, filling her mouth with her small fingers. She drank the water and asked for more. I turned to a tap over a wash bin. I filled a pail. She held her cup out to me but I ignored it. She had soiled herself in the night and I desired to wash her body. I threw the pail of cold water upon her. She screamed and shivered. She screamed foul names from her tender soft lips. She was enraged, she was shivering, she was beautiful. Once more I filled the pail and threw it over her. I watched as her soil slipped down the drain. She was drenched, shivering, and angry. Her anger excited me. I opened her cage and pulled her free. She fought against me with all her waning strength. My manhood raged in hardness, in desire to enter her. I quickly chained her once again to the wall and took the whip in hand. Her eyes were huge in fear and anticipation of the whips kiss upon her tender young naked flesh. I watched her face as I raised the whip. Where did she expect the whip to strike her flesh? I ignored her budding breasts and lashed her stomach. Her feet came off the floor and she kicked me. How stupid of me to have forgotten to chain her feet? I quickly remedied this and chained her legs open wide against the wall. I whipped her. Whipped her stomach, her thighs, her arms. How she screamed in painful agony for my pleasure! The red stripes increased her beauty! Her movements still sensual! Still inticing! I drew the whip back and with a flick of my wrist I struck her between her thighs. The tip of the whip caressed the sensitive inner spaces of her womanhood. How she screamed! Her movement became even more sensual, it was exotic! I dropped the whip and lifted her slightly and let her down upon my raging manhood. I frigged her hard, fast, pushing deep into her whipped womanhood! She begged, she pleaded, for me to stop, I could not. I had to frig her! My manhood was engorged, ready to burst, and it had to burst within her folds! She hung limp and crying against the wall as I withdrew from her. She was so very beautiful, my desire for her was not diminished! I released her hands and she fell forward. I caught her and lay her face down on the cold stone floor. Her perfect, beautiful buttocks glistening in the dimness enticed me. I put my hands beneath her waist and lifted her up and back. I mounted her, my hardened manhood in my hand, I pushed between her buttocks. I found her entrance and she moaned a soft "no" as I pushed against her. I held her firmly as I pushed harder. She screamed as my manhood split her nether area and entered into her warm insides. Lord, how tight and tender her nether hole was! I savaged her, driving into her deeply, filling her soft tender belly with my manhood. Using my hand I slapped her buttocks very hard. She screamed and I watched the print of my hand appear on the smooth whiteness of her skin. I slapped her buttocks repeatedly, as I savagely raped her nether hole. Each sound of the stinging slaps fanning my desire, my need. I raped her. Raped her repeatedly throughout the day. When finally I was sated she lay limp and unmoving upon the cold stone floor. I took advantage of her state. I gathered things I knew would pleasure me and brought them beside her limp form. As she lay unconcious I took the time to explore her young body with my hands. How soft her skin was! So very different from that of a woman well grown, well used. I captured her nipple between my fingers and pinched it. Even in her unconcious state, her body responded, her nipple grew hard. I fastened a clamp to each of her budding nipples. I spread her legs and looked at her womanhood. She was red and swollen, I had used her very well. I put another of the clamps upon the center of her womanhood and as I was turning the screw to tighten it firmly, she awoke. One last twist of the screw and she was screaming in pain. Her clitoris was firmly held in the vise of metal, even her kicking and screaming could not dislodge it. She threw her hands down as if to remove the clamp and I slapped her face. She fell back on the floor, stunned, and frightened. I turned the screw, tighter. She is so lovely! The clamps have added to her beauty! Fanned my desires! I twist them, turn them, pull on them! The cool metal against her warm tender flesh is intoxicating to me! I needed her again. I moved between her tender white thighs and pushed my manhood into her opening. She moaned as I entered her. The clamp rubbed against my manhood, creating excitement in it. I frigged her hard, deep, and reached up to pull on the clamps attached to her tender nipples. She screamed and moved against me, creating passion within me. Her responses were perfect! Her movements perfect! I had to spend my seed deep within her, deep into her young womb. I grasped her buttocks and pulled her up to meet my manhood. I moaned in pure pleasure as I frigged her harder, entering her deeper, the clamp teasing my manhood. Wait! What is this? I feel movement inside her womanhood! Is it gripping my manhood?!?! Is she moaning in pain, or is she moaning in pleasure? Surely my ears have deceived me! She can not be having pleasure? Could she? Oh no! NO NO!! She must not feel pleasure! Pleasure is reserved for myself! I can not share the pleasure! To share it is to lessen it! To share it is to destroy my love for her, my desire for her! Oh no! NO! Her womanhood HAS gripped my manhood! SHE IS MOVING TO MEET ME! NOOO!! It can not be! Must not be! If she feels pleasure she is dirty! If she feels pleasure she has become whore! NOOOOOOO! She sighs, she moans, she moves upon my manhood! Even as she spends her woman seed, my manhood has gone soft, limp. I can not frig her. I do not wish to frig her, she is whore!! She has taken my pleasure and destroyed it, as surely is if I'd lost my manhood! I withdraw from her quickly, the sight of her disgusts me. I can not have her near me! I do not want her near me! My anger rages as hot and burning as my desire had raged. I kicked her, kicked her hard, repeatedly. Even her screams could not fan the dying embers of my passion, of my love! It is gone cold....I beat her with my fists and feet, scream at her "Whore! Thing of hell! Why have you destroyed my love for you? How could you? How could you dare to destroy my passion for you? My desire for you? How DARE you destroy my pleasure?!?!?" My rage is spent, she is still, silent. Yet she breathes. I cloaked myself well and lifted her over my shoulders. She is useless, she is dirty. I must remove her from my sight. The street was silent, the alleys dark as I carried her down towards the river. I dropped her in and heard her gasp as the cold water closed over her. I watched her surface and the current carried her down stream. Is it morn already? It must be, there is a knock upon my door. It's Cedric. "Good morning Erick, have you not seen the news this morn?" I pushed my hand through my hair and asked, "What news is that Cedric? Is it so much that you must wake me so early?" He laughed and went into the kitchen. I followed and watched as he put on a pot of tea. "Why Erick, they found that young girl you so admired a few days ago! She'd gone missing, and today she was found! Did you not know?" I said nothing. He raised his eyes to mine and said, "She is alive and expected to recover fully, though she'd been terribly abused. Some man obviously enjoyed her youthful body for a time! Lucky man that, eh? Though she lives, no self respecting man would have her to wife. She is used, no better than whore on the lips of many." I poured our tea and changed the subject. The thought of my love turned slut did not brighten my day......