I wrote the following story to describe the secret erotic experiences that Carol Ewing and I had shared and delighted in. At the time Carol had asked that I not use her real name because she didn't want her parents to know what we had done. Now that she has allied herself with Alexa in a campaign to destroy my sexual self esteem, I no longer see the need to refrain from disclosing the truth about Carol Ewing's unusualy perverted sexuality.

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PROLOGUE

Michael Walsh and Karla Langley-Bates were in bed, spooning and caressing each other shamelessly. Michael held his hand against Karla's flat muscular abdomen, between her belly button and her hairless mound.

"What are you feeling?", he whispered into her ear and then lightly kissed it. He raised himself up on his powerful muscular arms and spat forcefully directly into Karla’ s open mouth… His big gob of spit was on her tongue and all over her pouting, puffy lips… Even though she was cramping deep inside her flat little belly Michael noticed that her lip gloss was perfect… 

"It's like really, really bad menstrual cramps.", she said grimacing on the final word. “But I love that pain, I love knowing that as each of my eggs breaks down I AM EVEN CLOSER to building the body I want… I will never again allow a man to find the way to my womb… I despise shitting babies and their simpering mummy cunts fussing over them… Don’t they realize that their hubbies are now repulsed by their bodies… Doesn’t it trouble them that most of them discover their hubbies wanking for the first time… not long after they bring baby home”. 

Michael looked at the clock.  It had been nearly four hours since he inserted the prostaglandin suppository into Karla's vagina.

"Do you think I'll be able to see it?", she asked.

Michael repositioned himself.

 "I doubt it.  You're only about 6-1/2 weeks along.  Maybe some

tissue. Maybe we might see its little head…"

Another cramp hit.

"This is so beautiful.", she said to Michael, turning around to kiss

him and slide a finger into his oiled anus.

Michael had a huge hard-on.  He had had it since he stuck the medicine into Karla's pregnant vagina. He LOVED HURTING HER.

And he loved the fact that they were destroying the proto-life they had created… Karla whimpered as another wave of cramps hit. She squeaked out, "I think I feel something."

Michael sat up, his stiff cock bobbing around and his perfectly smooth scrotum up hard and tight and ready to fuck and allowed Karla to lie flat on her back.  She bent her knees and opened her legs.

"Do you see it?"

He saw some blood.

"Yeah, let me get the towels."

Another contraction hit as Karla lifted her ass off the bed so Michael could put the towels under her.  The waves were hitting faster and faster.  Blood spattered out of Karla and a light colored substance oozed from her.  It almost reminded Michael of cottage cheese.

"I think it's out."

"Let me see."

Michael scooped it into his hand and showed it to Karla.  She smiled.

"God I love this."

"I do too. Look I think that is its head… We made this and now we are killing it… We are killing our own child."

She turned to Michael and admiring his superbly sculpted male body and said, "I am so fucking horny." She especially liked the way that so many of his veins bulged like rope beneath his tanned skin. He was HOT and he knew it… He just loved being a sexually proud male.

Michael wiped his hand on the towel and climbed on top of his

helpless girlfriend and then brutally forced the core of his being, his life force, his proud manhood, his beautiful fertile, virile man’s cock deep inside her gaping open, wet, bleeding, childless cunt.

Most of all Michael loved being a MAN and he knew the core of his being lay in his manhood.

 MICHAEL

HE was born 54 years ago to two socialist, but very wealthy, parents.  His mother worked as a human rights lawyer, his father in international trading business, both based in Sydney. Michael had little interest in politics, but his parents' wealth, politics, and eccentricity meant he could live well and not work.  

Since middle school MICHAEL had been interested in

goth and vampire culture.  He naturally had very dark hair and pale skin and his black clothes helped him look the part, but he was just a little too weird even for the "true" goths and vamps. The girls who dressed in black were mostly the bitchy, depressed type.  He couldn't even convince them to let him drink their menstrual blood.  He, barely, graduated and as a reward his parents bought him an old, large, stone house in country Victoria.  It looked like the sort of place where Stephen King would live.  At first glance it looked like a Transylvania castle, but it really wasn't.  It did have a few marked graves, residents from a simpler century.  MICHAEL immediately went to work on his dungeon.  His parents let him tap his trust fund, so money was no object.  What he couldn't find was a partner.  That was until he met Karla. Michael was enjoying a bloody mary at a Goth hangout in St Kilda when he met her.  She was only 19.  Probably running on a fake ID or just flashed a tit to the bouncer.  She was, well, alive.  She wasn't a brooder, which was very hard to find.

KARLA

Karla was obsessed with sex and death ever since she was a little

girl.  She found her clitoris young, before puberty, and used to lie

in bed playing with herself fantasizing she was being killed.  She was always a happy girl and never had thoughts of suicide.  But the idea  of someone killing her just drove her mad.  She never dwelled on why this was, she simply accepted it.  Once she was at the dentist and wasn't completely numb.  The pain he inflicted on her just soaked her panties. Whenever the news would report of yet another girl found raped and murdered she felt a twinge of envy.

She never verbalized her fantasies to anyone.  Since she was otherwise a very happy girl who earned straight A's, neither her parents nor her teachers were alarmed when she started dressing in black and painting her fingernails and lips either bright red or glossy black.  She started hitchhiking hoping someone would rape and murder her.  

She only seemed to get picked up by Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses who scolded her for hitchhiking and told her all about God's love.  She didn't believe in God any more than she believed in the Easter Bunny. On a whim she packed a few things in an oversized bag and hitchhiked from her native Sydney down to Melbourne.  She had been in town a couple of weeks when she met Michael.  They hit it off, sharing a lot of common interests and fantasies.  She agreed to leave with him to his dungeon up in country Victoria thinking he would rape and murder her.

Michael was so much older. She could see that he was desperate to seem so young and fit and he did have a hot, sculpted, tanned body but there were flaws in the portrait… His hair was thinning and it was died… And it showed up as a contrast to his ripped body… It suggested weakness where strength was expected… Even his ripped body looked a little posed and soft… Lots of weights and steroids… And his cock had yet to perform… He loved walking around in his g-string pouch with a little short white T shirt above it… He loved letting people see his cock through his obscene little pouch and his hard, small young boy’s buttocks… Not to mention his carefully cultivated abs…

Michaelr told her it was about a two hour drive.  She hopped into his black Volkswagen Touareg hoping it was all a ploy and he'd drive her into the woods.  The conversation came and went. During the lulls she dreamed what he might do to her.  She closed her eyes and imagined a rural cemetery.  She was naked, wet, and cold and

also bruised and bloody.  Maybe he holds her face in a cold puddle as he rapes her for the fourth time, she's too weak to fight, sucking the frigid, muddy water into her lungs as she fades to black.  She felt sticky.  She had to stop thinking these thoughts.

The pair pulled up to Michael’s house.  The cold rain was still beating down.  They ran for the door.  Karla couldn't believe the place. He had explained all about his family and how he ended up with the house.  She was only interested in the dungeon, so that's where they headed.  He had various tables, whips, ropes, chains.  She could imagine all sorts of fun.  She informed Michael she was still a virgin.  She explained her rape and death fantasy and how she had been holding out for that.  Michael was tempted and his cock began to go deliciously stiff and Michael knew that he could rape her right now, force that little cunt slit open

and then torture and kill her but he said he could never kill her. He suggested perhaps they sacrifice an animal. She turned her nose up at that.  She could never harm an animal.  They took turns inflicting sexual pain on each other. Karla enjoyed the pain, but it wasn't quite satisfying her.  It wasn’t enough and she wanted full on sick perversion. Like an itch she couldn't quite scratch.

 LATER

Several weeks later Karla came out of the bathroom and sat down next to Michael on the couch. He was naked and she began caressing his beautiful balls… She was beginning to worship Michael’s beautiful manhood and gorgeous male body… Of late thety had been watchimng each other shit and she just loved seeing Michael open his tight anus as he began to shit for her…

"I never had a period."

"I was wondering about that."

"Is my little vampire being deprived?"

"Yes! You know I wait for that day when I can pull out your bloody tampon and tea bag it… It is so hot to swallow the remains of one of my woman’s precious eggs… It is the fruit of your belly… I want your rotten female eggs…

"I'm five days late."

"Are you usually regular."

"Like clockwork."

"Want to pick up a pregnancy test?"

"Probably not a bad idea."

The next morning Karla pissed on the stick.

"Positive."

Michael just said, "That is so hot you’ve got my baby inside you!" My seed has impregnated you and its growing in your womb. An organ we were about to have removed. I want to see you big and unattractive. You’ll have to watch me bring home hot young chicks and fuck them as you watch.

Karla shrugged, tossed the stick in the wastebasket, flushed the

toilet and said, "I am not keeping it." We should do something totally perverted, we should kill our baby… Would you do that for me Michael… I  want to see your face when our baby dies… My cunt will never give life…

While she was washing her hands Michael said, "Christ.  I don't even

know if there are any abortion clinics around here."

She dried her hands off and wrapped them around his neck.

"Don't you and your parents have 'contacts'?"

Michael had a collection of gynecological equipment.  His parents were

active in getting gynecological care, including abortions, to women in

developing countries.

She kissed him.

"I would love for you to abort our baby.  God I would love that."

She kissed him harder and put her hand down his g-string and felt his rapidly stiffening manhood.

"Find a way to kill our baby. I want us to be babykillers hun… I want to know that my man is not afraid of transgression…

After a morning of fucking, Michael got on the phone.  A friend

back in Melbourne could fix him up with RU486 tablets and suppositories.

He took both.  When the time came Karla wanted the suppository.

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