The Dread of Damned

WARNING: somewhat graphic be warned.

I tore her dress away, my extended nails ripping through the silk with a satisfying tear, the fabric falling from her body like delicate petals.

"You will never wear clothes again," I growled, my voice laced with malice as I surveyed her trembling form.

I leaned back, taking in her now exposed body. Her breasts were enormous, so large that gravity pulled them downward, her dark, swollen nipples standing out, encircled by wide, dusky areolas. The contrast against her pale skin was striking. My fingers traced over the soft flesh, teasing the edges of her areola with my nails, causing her body to stiffen.

Her plump, protruding stomach was nearly hidden beneath her heavy breasts, obscured from my view from this angle. I felt an urge to see more, to revel in every curve and fold of her body.

"Turn around," I commanded.

She hesitated for just a second before complying, turning slowly and revealing her massive backside. Her thick, jiggling ass came into view, the flesh moving with each step. I smirked at the sight of her as she obeyed.

"Bow to the ground," I ordered.

She did so, pressing her forehead to the cold floor. Her massive ass cheeks spread as she bent, revealing her pink, puckered hole just above her shaved slit. The sight stirred something primal within me.

I knelt behind her, kneading her soft flesh, my nails scratching lightly over her skin. She trembled, her body moving like jelly under my touch. Her reaction filled me with a cruel satisfaction. I let my nails slide lower, grazing her puckered hole before slowly pushing inside. Her body tensed, and I could hear her soft moan, though her pleasure was irrelevant to me. I pushed further, feeling the resistance of her tightness as blood began to leak from the small scratches my nails left behind.

The blood acted as a lubricant, making it easier for me to drive my fingers in deeper. I felt her quiver beneath me, her body shaking violently as I worked my fingers inside her. The sound of her skin jiggling as her body convulsed with pain brought me an almost sadistic satisfaction.

I added another finger, then a third, my nails dragging across her inner walls, not caring for the damage I caused. Her hole was now riddled with scratches and gashes, and the sight of the blood dripping down her pale thighs sent a thrill through me.

Without warning, I kicked her clit hard, the sudden pain making her scream in agony. My nails were still buried inside her, holding her in place as her body convulsed under the impact. Her scream was music to my ears, a symphony of misery.

"How dare you enjoy this," I spat, my voice laced with venom.

I kicked her ass cheek with force, the flesh rippling under the blow, and my nails tore from her body, leaving deep, bleeding gashes in their wake. The impact sent her sprawling onto the floor. I watched as she lay there twitching, her broken form giving me a sense of peace I hadn't felt in a long time.

I crouched beside her, forcing her to look at me, her face twisted in pain and fear.

"Did you think I was trying to please you?" I asked, my tone dark and threatening, letting her know that her life now hung by a thread.

"Forgive me," she choked out, tears streaming down her face.

"I've already forgiven you. Now, you're simply paying the price," I said, my voice dripping with sadistic amusement. I slapped her hard across the face, leaving a red handprint and a few scratches from my nails.

"Tell me, do you regret this? The meeting hasn't taken place yet. I could still release you and your daughter from misery by staying silent," I teased, watching as her eyes filled with tears.

"No, I do not regret it," she managed to bark, her voice trembling as she tried to hold herself together.

"Good girl," I said, a sinister grin creeping across my face. "Then I shall reward you."

My hands roamed her body, my nails leaving cruel red marks behind as they scraped across her skin. I circled her areolas with my nails, poking her nipples and feeling them stiffen under my touch.

"Oh, I have an idea," I said, my voice filled with twisted glee. "You're going to love this."

I glanced at her ears, noticing the large, intricate earrings that dangled from them. They were finely crafted pieces, adorned with a sizable silver gem in the center, pulling heavily at her earlobes.

"These are beautiful," I remarked, my fingers brushing the cool metal.

"Yes, my daughter gave them to me," she said weakly, managing a small, pained smile.

"What a thoughtful gift. She has excellent taste," I mused, genuinely appreciating the craftsmanship.

Then, without warning, I gripped the earring and yanked it from her ear with all my strength. The flesh tore as the earring ripped free, and her scream filled the room, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

"Shhh, shhh, be good now," I cooed, savoring her cries as I touched the other earring before ripping that one out too, her wail even louder than before.

I played with her breasts again, tracing her dark nipples with my nails, twisting and pinching them until they were erect. Then, an idea struck me.

"These earrings shouldn't be dangling where you can't even see them," I said, smirking. "They belong somewhere more visible."

I opened the clip of one earring, bringing it to her nipple. Without hesitation, I pierced her nipple with the sharp metal, slowly driving it through. Her screams grew guttural as I pushed deeper, her body shaking violently beneath me.

I didn't rush. I took my time, savoring her suffering, twisting the earring as I pierced her flesh. Her jiggling breast moved with every agonizing motion, the earring slipping further into her nipple. After what felt like an eternity, I finally pierced it all the way through, closing the earring in place.

"Now, let's finish the other side," I said, my voice laced with sadistic delight.

I repeated the process, dragging it out as long as possible, her screams echoing around the room like the howls of a wounded animal. When I was done, she lay there, her body trembling, her face a twisted mask of pain.

I admired my work, the earrings jingling with every small movement she made. Her once proud breasts were now red and swollen, each one adorned with the earrings her daughter had gifted her, now symbols of her torment.

"Much better," I said, satisfied. "Now you can always see your daughter's gift, right where you once fed her, just as you now suffer for her survival."

I slapped her breasts lightly, the earrings jingling as they struck her flesh, drawing another moan of agony from her.

"Oh, doesn't that sound nice?" I taunted, watching her writhe beneath me.

Finally content, I stood up and stepped back, admiring the full extent of her broken body. Her nipples were adorned with bloodied earrings, her anus was shredded with deep gashes, and her body was covered in a network of scratches. Her essence tried to heal her, but she was too weak, too underpowered. The process was painfully slow.

"Stop healing," I commanded, my voice firm.

The silver essence receded, and I smiled, pleased with her obedience.

"Good girl," I murmured, my foot hooking around her earring and tugging lightly, watching her flinch.

"This will be your life now. These earrings will stay in place, and you will never wear clothes again. You will never step outside this room," I said, my voice dark with finality.

"Be a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you more," I teased, my foot pressing against the sensitive bead above her slit, causing her to cry out.

"What a sensitive little bitch," I muttered before turning away and climbing into bed.

I was more content than I had been in a long time. I wasn't done with her—not even close—but I didn't want to break her too quickly. No, I would take my time. I would savor her misery.

A twisted smile lingered on my face as I closed my eyes, listening to her soft sobs from where she lay broken on the floor.