Black Heart of Man

Authors Notes: This is a test story I am writing. I writing it from pure ideas, without a plot in mind, but there will be one. There will be some murder, rape, underage sex, and consensual. And two incest cases.

I will try to update at least once every few weeks. So, if you enjoy it, please be patient with me. Working 30 hours a week, with 5 hours of school Monday-Friday, and my girlfriend take up a lot of time.

Summary: Six strangers get kidnapped by an organization led by an evil man. The organization places them in a deserted zone. There are guns, food, knives, and swords of all sorts hidden all around the forest-like area. Many people have made bets on who will be the last surviving. The contestants do not know that none of them will live, they only know that they must survive, and become the last one alive. The last one alive will be killed, so he can not spread the news of the organization.

Characters:
Main:
Arin Smith
Steven Hudson
Christopher Heston
Sarah Jones
Christina Blake
Heather Watts

Sub:
Dr. Clarke
Mistress Slevina
David Bixxen

Chapter 1 - The Kidnapping of Arin Smith.

Arin walked slowly down the dirty path, heading home after a shit day at school. The wind was being rude today, blowing every which way, with a horrible icy chill, even though the sun was shinning. The trees were providing some protection for Arin, but not enough. His clothes were light, which had fit well with the warmth before he left for his last day of tenth grade. Birds sung lightly from all around the green and brown of the wood, and squirrels chimed in randomly, from high and low. Probably telling others of nuts or acorns, Arin thought silently.

The dirt path ended as he came out into the street, and the winds biting cold became rougher. For the millionth time, Arin wished he had a jacket. All he wore was a black and white t-shirt, a backpack, and thin slacks. His hair had been styled in his personal fashion before he left school, but now it was flying madly along with the wind. Keeping the cement path on the side of the road, muttering to himself about being cold. His girlfriend Tina had dumped him right before the final bell of the day rang. They had been going out since seventh grade, and had lost their virginity to each other. Arin had loved her deeply, and he thought she felt the same for him.

Several people stood out in their yards. Getting the mail, or talking with neighbors, they seemed able to ignore the freezing wind. A few students doted the roads, walking home, wearing jackets. Bastards! A grimace appeared on his face, and stayed there as he walked alone, wanting to cry over his loss. He saw his house in the distance, being hard to miss. Three stories high, and painted dark blue, with eight windows in just the front side.

He decided to run, choosing a little more tiredness over being frozen solid. People waved at him as he ran, but he paid only enough attention to them to wave back, or offer a word of greeting as he passed. Quickly closing the distance, a smile crept onto his face. People took him for a snotty young man because both of his parents were highly paid surgeons, and made plenty of money, but Arin was a quiet kid. He did all his schoolwork to the best of his abilities, and made friends rarely. His only happiness had come from his older sister, and girlfriend.

Now that I only have one of those two, I might as well enjoy the one last source of my happiness. He came upon his house, a black iron-wrought fence surrounding the entire yard. Plants of all sorts littered the yard, a few apple trees standing strong in the wind. He opened the gate door, and jogged along the path stones to the door. It was colored off-white, with a double window near the top, with decorative flowers of red and blue.

Opening the door, he walked inside, taking off his shoes before stepping on the carpet. It was warm inside, and smelled of brownies. His older sister loved to bake and cook all sorts of things, and was pretty much his mother. His parents were rarely around, and when they were, they were talking to each other about work, ignoring their kids for the most part. Arin hadn't gotten a hug or kiss from either in several years.

Running up the first flight of stairs to his room to throw his backpack on his bed, and then onto his sister's room. He opened the door silently, and kept a laugh from bubbling out. Everything was frilly, and pink or white, even though his sister wasn't a frilly person.

"Erica, you in here?" He asked in his normal voice. She didn't allow him to enter her room completely without permission, so he was forced to keep the door mostly closed. Sounds of a drawer being opened and closed came to his ears. Ah, her trusty dildo.

"Yeah, I'm here, " She said, amusement in her voice as clear as a summer day. "Come in, Arin."

Arin opened the door fully, and gasped at his sister's nude form. She was gorgeous. Full breasts, shaved pubic hairs, and a fully toned body, she looked like a model. Her hair was long and golden brown, with eyes as big as mooncups, also golden brown, almost hazelhoney colored. She was seven years his senior, making her twenty-four. "Hey, Arinnnnnn," she dragged out his name in a moan, her hands holding her up from the floor.

"Hey sis, still looking sexy as ever I see," his eyes were glued to her breasts. The peaks were hard, and perfectly shaped. A giggle erupted from her throat in her musical voice.

"Indeed I am. I was waiting for you, butthead, and so I used my special friend." She was talking about a dildo she kept in her top drawer. "It's been a week since we were last together, and I missed you." Her eyes seemed to speak what her mouth did not. My body missed you.

Tugging off his t-shirt as he walked to her, he threw out his hand to lift her up. She took it, her silken skin making him shiver with delight. "I missed you too, 'specially since Tina dumped me today." He said, a low growl emitting from deep in his throat.

"That's too bad. She was a good one, too." Right as she finished speaking, her lips joined Arin's in a passionate kiss. Her full lips were warm on his thin ones, and their softness sent a tremor through him. At first, it was nothing more than lips on lips, until his tongue thrust between her lips. Probing her mouth with his tongue, his hand roams over her naked back, feeling her shiver in pleasure. Every few seconds, his hands would roam to her well-curved and firm ass to squeeze. Hard. Erica's hands roamed over his back, nails digging in his skin, leaving light red lines. "Your pants are in the way," she moaned quietly after pulling away from the kiss to breathe.

"Then take them off." He was taller than her by nearly a foot, and more slim, in a way. He had four-pack abs, and some muscle around his arms and legs, but he was lithe, where Erica was buxom. She fell to her knees, and unclipped his slacks, running her hands up and down his long legs. She placed her had on his thigh, and rested it there.

"Arin, this is probably a bad time to tell you, but I will be going off to medical school soon. You wont see me for at least a year." She sighed, starting to unzip his pants.

Arin was shocked to hear this, but he was also horny as hell. "We better make this session one to remember then." Moaning, he felt his cock spring loose from its previous confinement. Standing erect, it measured around seven inches. He looked down just as Erica's hand enveloped his dick, gripping it tight. Her eyes glazed over for a second as she felt its warmth seeping into her hand.

"I know I tell you this every time I see it, but," she paused a second to kiss the tip. "I lock your dick so much." And her mouth covered his cock. Slowly, she moved her mouth up down the first few inches, her tongue snaking around it a few times. Arin moaned loudly, looking down into his sister's eyes, which were staring at him. Erica knew that he loved watching her go down on him, and even more when she looked directly into his eyes. Soft moans escaped him every time her tongue reached around his dick.

Her mouth slowly worked more of his pole into her mouth, golden brown eyes never darting away from his own. He ran his hands through her long hair as she started to hum, the vibration making his knees weak. Moans kept parting his lips, and he grabbed the back of her head. Forcing her all the way to the hilt, he pulled her by her hair back to the tip.

Letting go of her head and hair, he placed his hands on the back of his, pulling a cool-guy pose from some lame porno. Her constant humming brought his climax sooner than normal, and suddenly his sperm flew down her throat as he thrust himself all the way back in her mouth. She choked a little, and coughed when she pulled away, but she swallowed it all. A smile broke out on her face. "Now you're all wet, brother, and my twat is hungry." She spoke in light tones, but her voice was still sultry.

Arin bent down, and lifted her up with his hands under her shoulders. She was light in his arms, and he lifted her until she was looking him eye to eye. "Erica, I want your ass this time," he grinned after he spoke, her eyes widening in shock. He had only fucked her once in the ass, but it had brought her such pain, even though she had come five times. She had cried herself raw, a smile of pleasure on her face the entire time.

"Arin, no!" Erica exclaimed. Arin was still grinning mischievously at her. "Not today, please?" She whimpered.

He threw her onto the bed, and jumped after her before she could turn onto her back. Grabbing her around the waste, he lifted her gorgeous ass into the air. He leaned down, and bit her hard on the right cheek, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her. Taking his right hand away from her waist, he grabbed his member, and guided it towards her tight ass. Erica was clenching up, and making it hard for Arin to enter her.

After the head of his cock was inside her ass, he reached up with his right hand and yanked on her hair. Suddenly, her muscle unclenched, and he thrust inside her completely, his balls slapping her pussy. A scream of pain ripped from Erica's throat, making Arin smile. His whispers to her slowly made her relax her muscle. She had clamped them down as hard as she could around his member, and it was beginning to hurt. "It's okay, sis, I'll be gentle." He lied. He was so lost to the pleasure that he was going to pound away as hard as he could.

The muscles in her ass relaxed enough for him to pull out enough to thrust back in. In and out he went, slowly and gentle, allowing her to get use to it. He started going faster, but staying gentle. He marveled in her low groans of pain, and high-pitched moans of pleasure. His balls slapped rhythmically against her sopping twat, causing both of them to shiver. He lost himself to the tightness of her ass, and began speeding up, and pounding harder. One hand holding her waste, he bent over her, still thrusting with wild abandon, he groped one of her breasts. A loud and drawn-out pleasure moan from Erica let Arin know she had climaxed, and the momentary clench of her muscles.

In and out, in and out, he kept gaining in roughness and speed. He heard her crying now; quiet sobs that couldn't mask her sporadic moans of pleasure. He felt his own climax coming, but held it in. He wanted her to come at least once more. But then her ass clamped down around his rigid member, and she screamed at him to stop. "Mom is home!" Her screech was shrill, but Arin ignored her. He was so close. Yanking on her hair again, he thrust a few more times, slow and as hard as he could, and he came with a final thrust. He pulled out of her, and pulled up his pants and boxers, running to his room. An arm came around his neck out of nowhere, and before he could scream, a cloth went over his mouth. He kicked franticly for a few seconds, and then nothing. All he saw was darkness.