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Zade Rodin, master of seduction. Jack of all trades. Anybody in Frankfurt, Germany knows this. The man in question is notorious in the underground rave scene, leading the deadliest of mosh pits and supplying the hardest drugs. The ultimate party master. But he holds an even deeper, darker secret. He’s a big sadistic, evil fuck.
It was his regular routine. Wake up at 3PM, slam whatever random cheap ass alcohol he had, and get ready to party all over again. But this time, he needed to blow off more steam than usual. Giddy with excitement, he made sure to prepare everything. The last time he did this it all went to shit. He can’t let that happen again– he turns into a beast when he doesn’t get his way. So, he packed extra LSD tabs.
The walk to his most loved warehouse wasn’t too far. If anything, it gave him time to plan out his activities later tonight. God, he can’t fucking wait. Pretending like he’s just there to party is going to drive him insane, his hands haven’t stopped shaking. He needs to do it now.
He punches himself in the face to distract his mind. No! If he isn’t careful, it could go wrong again. Calm down, Zade… breathe…. One, two, three, exhale. Now that that’s done, he can continue walking. He knows he looks insane to anyone observing him, and they’re not wrong at all, but he can’t bring himself to give a fuck. He’s insane, sadistic, evil, but why does that matter when he’s so happy? He’s free, that’s all that he cares about. That’s why he needs to be careful. And prepared.
A couple hours into the party, he’s decided everyone is high, drunk, and horny enough to not notice his absence. The music is perfectly loud, the lights are crazy. It’s showtime. He’s already spotted who he’s going to enact his torture on. Time to turn on the charm. Moving towards the woman who piqued his interest, he looks confident and smug– smirking to himself and walking with a certain sexy swagger.
“Heyy there pretty lady,” he says, sliding in to stand shoulder to shoulder. “Can I buy you a drink?”
She looks up at him and blushes. “Depends… Who’s asking?” The woman isn’t meeting his gaze, he knows she's nervous. Perfect.
He exhales a laugh.
“Me, Candy Rodin.” His perfect alias, his true persona even. The woman beside him quirks a brow.
“Candy, you say?” She’s smiling slightly as she repeats his name. “Well, I’ve never found a guy named Candy hot, but there’s a first for everything.”
Zade chuckles once again. Fuck, he’s doing that too much… No. Don’t panic. Calm down, and breathe.
“How about we skip the drinks and go somewhere more..” He looks around at the crowded building “Private?” Zade doesn’t let her answer before softly grasping her hand and pulling her towards his special room. “Don’t worry, I promise I’m a nice guy.”
She hesitantly lets herself be pulled away, before deciding this man can’t be that bad. There’s a million people around. She’ll be okay. She lets him lead her to the room. “I’m choosing to trust you..”
The room Zade leads her to is discreet– in fact he’s been going to this spot for years and hasn’t noticed it at all until a few months ago. That thought makes him giddy. The concrete room is actually rather large, housing a plethora of large tools, saws, and other bullshit I can’t be bothered to think of. There’s steel tables screwed to the floor, and Zade motions for her to sit on the table.
“I will be back, m’lady,” he says, clutching his bag. “Quick wardrobe change!” Before waiting for her response, he spins around on his feet and heads toward where he knows she can’t watch him change. Zade reaches into his bag and pulls out his ideal sex outfit, a gimp suit with a belly window so he can watch himself jiggle. Fuck….. His hairy fucking belly… He’s pitching a tent just thinking about it.
With his outfit fully on, he’s feeling more like his dominant self. He then reaches to find his LSD tabs, grabbing the entire supply. It’s time to have some fucking fun.
“You doin’ okay, beautiful?” He walks back, latex suit making a horrid sound as he does so. “Hope you like the outfit, because it’s staying the fuck on.”
Her immediate reaction is disgust, but maybe a weird freak like him will give her the answers she needs. So she stays.
“Fine by me,” she shrugs. Noticing the tabs in his hand, she perks up. “You gonna share?”
Zade smirks. “Slap my hairy belly and I’ll give you a couple.” He stands in front of her and puts his hands on his hips, rotund belly on display in front of her. “C’mon, don’t be shy now woman.”
His dominant words quickly hypnotize her and she obeys immediately. Okay, maybe it was the promise of free drugs, but he could’ve asked her to do something crazy; like push out her eyeball and let him fuck it. Haha..
“Yes, dominus,” She slaps his belly and plays with it like it’s water slime.
Zade leans his head back and lets out a howl. “Awhhhh yeah, you’re doing fucking great.” He looks at her and grabs her jaw, silently asking her to open her mouth. When she does he places two tabs on her tongue as a reward. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
She springs up and does as she’s told, slowly taking off the outfit she stressed over for hours. Now she’s standing in just her underwear and socks, and hesitates before she takes those off. Biting the bullet, she tears her panties down first.
The sight Zade is treated to…. Holy moly…. This chick's dick is bigger than his! His eyes bulge and his stomach ripples in excitement. “Cowabunga!” He lets slip out.
Realizing he isn’t turned off, she smiles and more confidently takes off the rest of her clothes. Now she’s fully bare, and he’s wearing that fucking suit. She wants to complain, but she knows she probably shouldn’t. His belly is freaking her out enough.
“What now?” She asks.
The smirk that Zade has is borderline terrifying. Here’s where the real fun starts! “You ever thought about someone fucking your eyeball?”
He sees how her eyes widen, and it lights a fire inside of him. Fuck, she’s going to be so much fun. His dick gets a little bit harder. Zade grips her hair and shoves her down to her knees, kneeling before him. Not releasing his grasp, he uses his other hand to caress her face, figuring out which eye he’d rather fuck. Whatever, it doesn’t really matter. He’ll fuck the left eye.
“This might hurt, babydoll.” Zade leans down and grabs the knife behind her, the light catching it just right and making it sparkle. The woman gulps. He gives himself a second to breathe, his excitement getting to him. “Fuck..”
He swiftly plunges the knife into her left eye, and she screams and screams and screams. Zade pulls the knife out, and watches the blood that was in her eye glistening, oozing out of her eye. Her screams are like music to his ears, and the dark red fluid is his favorite. The double pleasure of both of these things causes him to act even weirder, he lifts her up by the throat and licks the blood on her cheek.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” He smirks. Zade forces her back down onto her knees, and zips the fly on his gimp suit (????) to expose his dick. It’s red and painful, and he can hardly wait any longer to stick it in her eye socket. “Brace for impact!”
He shoves it in completely in one solid, firm motion. She gurgles and lets out moans of pain at the foreign object obliterating her eye. The woman's body feels like it’s on fire, and the bleeding doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Zade lets himself bask in the feeling. It feels like he just stuck his dick in mac and cheese– hot and gooey. Her eye socket is decimated, and he probably broke her cheek bone. He can feel how malleable this part of her face is now.
Zade slowly retracts himself, before snapping his full length in once again. He groans as she lets out more strangled noises, the pain getting to her now. Zade begins at a steady pace. The new hole in her body becomes softer and softer the more he thrusts into it, the pleasure is indescribable. Feeling this woman's body become altered, breaking for his own satisfaction, he feels powerful.
“God damn… This body of yours is absurd.” He breathes out, hoping she isn’t passed out. Whatever, if she is, he’ll wake her up soon. Zade continues his pace, and he feels himself reaching his climax. He has more plans in store for her, so he pulls himself out right before he crosses the finish line. His dick is covered in blood and gore. Zade shudders at the sight, and focuses on picking the woman up. He can’t see her face, so he grabs her by the chin and takes a look at her. She’s thankfully awake, but she has a faraway look in her eyes. Probably the LSD.
Zade picks her up and moves her back onto the table. It looks rusty as fuck, hopefully this bitch has her tetanus shots. He rakes over her body and chooses where to cut her. Hmm… Calf? Upper arm? Her side? While he thinks about it, he moves to grab his hand saw. He just bought it so it shouldn’t give her an infection or anything. Not that he cares, but he could probably hurt his dick if he stuck it into an infected orifice. That’d suck!
He finally decides to just fuck her thigh, not wanting to be indecisive anymore. Zade grips the saw and plants it on her mid-thigh. Okay.. Here we go.
With an iron grip he begins to create a wound in her thigh. As her thigh is being cut into, all she can do is widen her remaining eye and whimper at the pain. She attempts to speak to him, but she shushes her.
“Shhhh, don’t talk back. I don’t like to hear bitches whining in my ear while I’m trying to bust a nut!” He barks out. Resuming his motions, she rolls her head to the other side and remains silent, only letting out little noises. Whatever, if she wants to be a bitch she can.
The wound he’s made on her thigh is pretty decent, he’s satisfied. Ohhh yeah, party time! His dick remained fully hard throughout this, so he’s quick to stick himself inside of her wounded thigh. Zade lets out a shaky breath at the sensation. There’s so much blood, and the fat and flesh of her thigh is so hot and soft. It’s heavenly. He doesn’t wait any longer before beginning to thrust himself back and forth, in and out. Zade drops the saw on the floor and lets it clatter, moving to grip her waist and the part of her thigh right above her knee.
“Holy shit.. Can’t believe how good this feels,” He shudders and thrusts in faster. “Fuck.” The woman whines louder and louder, her erect penis twitching and leaking. Dayum she freaky!! Zade moves the hand on her waist and grips her dick. He starts jerking it, bringing them both closer to the edge. Zade can feel his building up, and the woman starts shuddering. He can never last longer than three minutes, so he jerks her dick harder hoping he won’t have to do any work after he cums.
“Yes, yes, yes…” The woman softly lets out. It seems she’s as close as he is. With a couple more thrusts, Zade is blinded by his orgasm and lets the waves envelop him completely. His hips stop moving and so does his hand, but he can feel the woman’s dick pulsing. They’ve both finished, it seems. He lets himself come down from his high before shoving his soft and bloody dick back into his suit.
“Well, I’ll see you later.” He says before walking out, not even bothering to put his clothes back on, only grabbing his bag and walking right out.
What a fucking asshole.