101 EROTICA STORIES (125 page)

What could have this?
was the question that tingled Doreen’s mind. Bandits and people are always present but the choice target is never the neck. Not only that, the cut was too small to have scattered the amount of blood scattered around.

“WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!”

Doreen tore her thin tank top, exposing her beautiful body, and wrapped it around the neck of her friend. The cloth provided enough pressure to prevent Alaina from losing more of her blood. After a minute, the ambulance arrived at the scene and collected Alaina’s body, which was still fighting for life.

The ambulance left with all people shocked. At the middle of them all, was Doreen, half naked and all scattered with blood. She did not care if she was only wearing bras. What was important that time was her friend. She was shaking that moment because of pure rage. She wanted to hit someone so bad that she just ran away and drove home before she lost control.

Her aggressive episode is already inches from surfacing.

Doreen was over speeding headed home. She planned to wash herself there and thereafter visit Alaina in the hospital. Everything was so fucked up that she even forgot to turn on her radio. Suddenly, she realized that her parents might get mad if they see her naked and all covered with blood. This signaled a detour. She turned her car around and proceeded to Bruce’s place after remembering that she left some clean clothes there. At that moment, her aggressive brain thought of Bruce crying out for help when she whipped him. This gave her that split sense of guilt and horniness.

My friend’s life is critically in the balance and yet I feel extreme horniness in my system? I am crazy.

Doreen drove quickly to Bruce’s place. Her hormones were rushing through her veins. It was a mix of aggression and carnal urge, causing her to feel even more confused. She was critically viewing the places she passes by for suspicious individuals because it was the least she could do for her friend.

At last, after ten minutes of driving, she was already at Bruce’s place.

*Dingdong*

No one answered the door.

*Dingdong*

The same scary feeling flew in the air. Doreen thought about her boyfriend.

Maybe Bruce’s fucking messing around with me,
Doreen thought.
But wait, he is not expecting me tonight. Maybe he’s gone somewhere.

She pressed the doorbell for one last time before attempting to pen the door. It was locked so she was not surprised this time.

Instead of pushing for something that was not there, Doreen just drove straight to the hospital to attend to her friend’s need. It was too risky to expose herself at that state when someone dangerous is on the run.

****

There were police around the hospital so it was hard asking for directions. The media was interviewing some personnel and this made the hospital pretty loud. In fact, some relatives of patients were already crying foul because of the disturbances.

Doreen manually searched the place where her friend was. The hospital was pretty big so she started at the emergency room. The emergency room was pretty large and privacy curtains were scattered around so one by one, Doreen pretended to be losing a wallet from an emergency room bed. It was quite effective because questions were not given anymore, people just allowed her to search.

Then at last, Doreen managed to find Alaina. She was in the corner-most area of the emergency room. Doreen saw the place because her friends were in it.

“Guys, how’s Alaina?”

“She’s still inside. The doctors are trying their best to revive her. It’s fifty-fifty they said,” replied Jeff.

Doreen, realizing that it was Jeff who answered her inquiry, asked, “You were with Alaina right? Where were you when this happened? Answer me.”

“I knew you were gonna ask that. Yes, I was with her but I went back inside. The drink was pretty hard so I threw up, even ask Mackie about it.”

Mackie affirmed Jeff’s statement. But Doreen’s fists were still clinched because of anger. Her head was so painful because of things that run inside it. For a moment, she even felt that it was about to implode. It was so painful that it slowly turned light, light enough that Doreen felt like floating.

What the fuck? I think I’m about to faint. What is this extreme pain?

“DOREEN! HEY! WHAT’S HAPPENING TO YOU?!”

Doreen can hear her friends shouting out her name. But she can’t respond. All she can see was her world turning upside down as she falls down to the floor. The things around her were also turning blurred.

Wait, who’s that familiar face at the end of the corridor?

From the far edge of the emergency room, was the last person Doreen saw. He was familiar – a six-foot three man who had a body type that she wants to fuck with. It was the man that asked her where to live.

Drake… Yes, that man is Drake. What is he doing here?

Before Doreen can find a probable answer herself, her thought process was abruptly cut as her body made contact on the hospital floor. Her body was not able to resist her extreme blood pressure, both caused by horniness and anger.

She passed out.

******

“Hey babe, wake up.”

Doreen was starting to feel her senses come back to life.

“Hey, wake up. What happened to you?”

This voice is familiar,
she said to her self.

“Hey, you’re horny right? Come and got some then. Look, I had you dressed up while you were asleep.”

Fuck, I’m still sleepy… Wait, Yes. I was horny. And another yes, count me in.

Slowly, the lights came back and woke up Doreen’s senses. She noticed that she was not at the hospital anymore. The place where she currently lies is familiar but she did not have the lucidity to figure it out at the moment. She’s too busy guessing the voice.

“You alright? You seem awake now. What are waiting for?”

Do I look alright you stupid fuck? Let me look at you.

Doreen looked at the voice’s source and to her surprise, it was Bruce. Bruce was naked that time and somewhat knew she was horny. She did not know how her boyfriend managed to know of it but she did not care. Horniness was still in her system so she’ll just allow a certain amount of time to pass before welcoming back Bruce inside her. She finally replied.

“How? How was I able to get here?”

Bruce just smirked and said, “You don’t remember a thing? Haha. I’ll let you remember some. Come, I’m already ready. I’ll just let you wear this choker and here’s your whip. Hurt me, okay?”

Doreen was still confused but Bruce’s statement fired her up. She was now completely horny.

“Urghhhh. My head fucking hurts. Wait Brucey, I’m gonna hurt you later. Just allow me to take some time to charge.”

“No babe. If you don’t rise up right now, there would be no fuck night for you,” a serious Bruce replied.

Doreen rose up and grabbed the whip. She noticed that her outfit that moment was that of a dominatrix.

Maybe that’s why Bruce was out awhile ago. He bought these things somewhere. I didn’t even know these things are sold around. Maybe he went somewhere far.

The whip signified power for Doreen, so it fuelled her up instantly. The outfit was as impressive so she just treated it as an icing to the cake. It consisted of latex tights exposing her pussies and ass, a semi-bra that was only mesh wires making her nipples stand out, a choker that had belt in it, and a beret. Her pussy was now about to drip from wetness.

She whipped Bruce with full strength.

“THAT FUCKING HURT! STOP!”

Bruce knows my style now eh, that’s more like it. Fuck, why am I about to reach orgasm? Maybe I was so horny. I’ll be fine as long as I control my urge.

Doreen whipped again. This time, it was a lot harder.

“OUCH! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU! THAT HURTS SO BAD!”

This gave Doreen a big smile. She repeated whipping Bruce until she forgot what happened to her friend. She was suddenly in a trance and gave up all her energy just hurting Bruce. One whip to another, Doreen’s building pleasure added up. She felt her insides curl up and her labia contracting without any dick inside it. Her juice was now dripping down her legs because the pleasure brought about by dominating was getting too much to handle. It was just too good to be true.

“BRUCE! I’M FUCKING HURTING YOU! I WANT NOTHING RIGHT NOW BUT TO DOMINATE YOU! BEG ME YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SHIT!”

Doreen was now saying everything that could dehumanize Bruce. She treated Bruce as a nothing that moment and it gave her more fun. Bruce, on the other hand, was desperately crying because of pain. Doreen liked this and now seconds away from orgasm.

“HEY BRUCE. I’M GONNA HURT YOU EVEN MORE. THIS WILL REALLY HURT SO PREPARE YOURSELF.”

Doreen tied the whip tighter in her hands and gave a final blow. As it hit Bruce’s body, her vaginal fluid splattered around. The amount of fluid expelled from her body was approximately half a liter and went straightly to Bruce’s back. Again, she fell from weakness.

While Doreen was resting from her first orgasm, she noticed that Bruce’s back was covered with blood. She realized that she excessively used her force towards him. There were random lashes around her poor boyfriend’s body covered with blood and fluid that came straight from her sex organ. But she did not care at the moment. She had to make the orgasm last while she was still in a deep convulsion.

After a minute of enjoying her involuntary contractions, Bruce was still in the position, silent.

“Hey Brucey, you alright?”

Bruce was still asleep (or is he?). Doreen knew that Bruce must be planning to pull of some tricks again.

“Hey, it’s your turn to enter me. Come on now, while my pussy is still hot.”

Doreen undid Bruce’s shackles. She was confident that Bruce was only playing around because he was capable of it. After Bruce was already bare naked, Doreen woke him up.

“Bruce, stop sleeping. Wake up! Don’t sleep on me.”

But Bruce was still motionless on the bed. This was the moment where fear started to enter Doreen’s mind. So immediately, she checked out Bruce’s pulse by placing both her index and middle fingers on the latter’s neck. There was no pulse.

Fuck, I might have killed him.