The Ultimate Revenge

Warning!!! Includes Cruel and Unusual Punishment Blood Play and Tourture. If this offends you then
RUN RUN FAR FAR AWAY! But feel free to tell your friends of my story.


Enjoy.



“Don’t tell me you love me.” Abby screamed. She threw the hand of her boyfriend, Patrick, off her shoulder. “Don’t say that you’re sorry. Don’t even think about it you ass whole. You screwed too many whores. You killed my trust. You have no feelings for me. You just wanted a regular fucker.”
“God, Abby, you don’t mean that.” Patrick tried to put his arm around her again.
“No.” Abby screamed again. “You lie. You know as well as I do that it should have ended a long time ago.”
“Abby come on.” Patrick begged “You know I love you.”
“God! Are not listening?!?” Abby yelled her eyes tearing. Her hands clenched in a fist. “Read my lips and memorize this moment. Etch it in your god damned mind!!! I. Don’t. Love. You.”
“Abby stop it!” Patrick backhanded his so-called lover.
“Exactly.” She said rising back to her feet. She didn’t even bother to rub her cheek. She could feel blood trickle from the side of her lip. She licked it up. “And you wonder why I’ve tried to leave you before.” Her left hand flew to meet Patrick’s cheek. Her plain unpainted fingernails cut his cheek, and three lines of blood rose in place of the skin.
Surprised Patrick stood in shock. He watched his lover’s lips curl into a thin half smile. She turned and left. Just like that she was gone. She said something odd in French before she left, but he didn’t understand.
Mon amour, je vous ai aimé à jamais. Je vous tuerai sans le regret. Il blessera, mais c\'est pour le meilleur. Le puits juste, et ne m\'oublier pas.

A WEEK LATER………
Patrick had the perfect plan. He knew where Abby lived so why not give her what she was missing so damn badly. He was going to rape her. Kill her with extreme prejudice. There would be no mercy in her lovely upscale apartment. He saw her lights on and slipped the key into her door. Abby had forgotten about the extra key. Her apartment was insolated. The windows were double paned for protection from burglars. Unfortunately for Abby the precautions would be her undoing.
The door wasn’t chained. “This will be too easy.” Thought the cunning Patrick, pulling out rope and two pairs of handcuffs. He smiled and entered the well known space. He saw no one. The bathroom door was closed. “Ohhh, how sweet. A photo opportunity and where is my camera?” He murmured, creeping to the door.
The door swung open and there was a flash of hot white light in Patrick’s head. His head cleared quickly but blow after blow came without the mercy he begged for. He slipped into the darkness and let go.
When he woke he expected heaven, but he faced his attacker. His vision was blurred and faded at first but he came to faster than he would have thought. He groaned and tugged at his arms. They wouldn’t move, nor would his athletic legs. He groaned again. “What the hell?” was all he could manage before a familiar voice came to his ears.
“Shh darling. Don’t strain yourself. You’ll need your strength for when you scream.” The voice said.
Patrick’s vision was fine and he jolted awake in the presence of his ex-lover. “Abby?”
“Oh I’m glad I didn’t hurt you too bad. This wouldn’t be any fun unless you screamed.” Her smile sickened Patrick.
“And what exactly would ‘this’ be love?” he asked his humor coming though.
“You will see.” She said and paused “and feel.” She said off handedly walking out of the room. Leaving Patrick with only his thoughts.
Patrick waited with anticipation. He thought back to when they had first meet in chemistry her sophomore year and his senior year. He had transferred from California and needed another science to graduate from the new high school. He always thought the shy girl would want a guy to scream for her. He had told her that too.
“You’re the kind of person to make them scream for you aren’t you?”
Abby had just shaken her head and ignored him. He now regretted asking her such a question and giving her the idea.
Abby came back with a rag, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a very sharp looking knife and a smile that would scare the hell out of the devil himself. Her blue eyes were a steel green color. Candles laid about the bedroom, and all of them were lit. Abby turned out the lights and the shadows danced about them. She looked wicked like the witch he had once accused her of being.
“This might hurt some, but please if you need to scream.” Her last word had been whispered with the utmost threat. She sat on the bed and sliced off Patrick’s shirt, jeans, and boxers.
“My what a lovely dick you have my dear.” She said.
“The better to rape you with bitch.” Patrick replied.
Abby merely smiled and stroked his little friend until it stood straight up. She licked it and sighed. “Darling you seem more aroused than scared. Am I not scaring you?” she seemed hurt that he wasn’t more scared of her. He moaned deeply from his throat with every stroke and lick of her hot tongue. “How dare you!” Abby suddenly screamed. “You would underestimate me? You would dare not fear me? Have you not heard love? I’m insane.” The laugh that followed her shouts and accusations should have been from a demon. Not the type of person Patrick thought Abby was.
The knife that sat on the night table flashed and Patrick felt a sudden pain on his chest. Patrick sucked in a breath against the pain.
“Oh. I’m sorry did that hurt?” her concern mocked Patrick’s pain “This should help.” Abby said pouring a bit of rubbing alcohol on the new cut. “This should help take you mind off that little ouchy.” Abby made another cut, only deeper. She cut him two dozen times and mopped up each cut with the rag she had brought in.
Every cut she sliced a little deeper. Patrick could feel the knife cutting up into his abdomen and through the muscles. He clenched his jaw as hard as he could without screaming. He wouldn’t give Abby the satisfaction of screaming. She poured the alcohol on each cut. It burned like fire ants eating him alive but he wouldn’t scream.
“So you won’t scream for me?” Abby whined. “Have it your way then.” The rag she had brought in was soaked with his blood; it dripped Patrick’s crimson life force. Abby tied the rag around Patrick’s mouth. He gagged on his own blood. The smell made him sick and he gagged again.
“Now no one can hear your screams my love.” Abby said smiling wickedly.
She cleaned the knife with her tongue. She licked off all of his blood and smiled. “I am not a vampire. I merely enjoy the fine taste of my lover in the form of blood.”
Abby applied the cool tip of the knife to her ex’s penis. She slowly dragged the knife down. Skinning the one thing she thought to ever hurt her so bad. Patrick screamed against the blood soaked gag that bound his cries for her to stop. She smiled. “I knew you would scream for me.” She stared at the blood that was leaking from the damaged spot on her ex. “Does that hurt? Let me see if I can’t find a way for you to forget that cut.”
Abby skinned another section of Patrick’s dick. More blood poured out into the candle light. Abby watched the liquid with curious eyes in the flame light. She licked the blood away, and listened to her prisoner screams and moans against a blood bath. She hopped he didn’t choke on the blood. Then this whole revenge would be pointless.
Abby wasn’t satisfied. She hadn’t actually planed to skin Patrick’s whole dick, but a curious thought crossed her mind. “Just let the pain overwhelm him.” She figured it was a good idea to go with the thought.
So Abby skinned Patrick’s little friend. The blood was, to Abby, beautiful. The wonderful sight of him bleeding for her, and the combination of his shrieks and screams for her to stop made her so damn horny.
Abby licked all the blood she could off his dick. The alcohol called to be poured out onto the open vulnerable wound. So out came the rubbing alcohol and on came the screams and shrill shrieks. Patrick’s eyes brimmed with tears and Abby got wetter.
“Tell you what my little pussy licker.” She whispered in his ear. “I’ll let you lick mine one last time, but you must promise not to scream for the world to hear. Got it?”
Patrick nodded. Abby undid his gag, which was a combination of dried and sticky blood. She pulled down her pants and mounted Patrick’s head. He licked her and tongue fucked Abby for a good ten minutes before she finally came. Her body racked with pleasure and she moaned loud enough for all of Japan to hear.
“Now,” she said panting from her orgasm “Your true punishment has come.” Her smile grew even more wicked as she placed her thong and jeans back onto her body. She poured what was left of the alcohol on the bed and on the carpet. She took out a lighter and lit it. “Like I said before ‘I have loved you for the longest time. I will kill you without regret. It will hurt, but its for the best. Fair well. Love.” With that Abby Katherine Jones dropped the lighter.
Abby didn’t even run out of her apartment. She walked and smiled as she heard Patrick’s pathetic attempts to call her back.