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“ Five years of this shit…and what do I got?”, ask dark-haired Joan
of herself as she sat alone in the New York apartment, over looking the
old Queens neighborhood.
Slowly, the brunette gazed downward into her coffee, allowing her black
eyes to stare directly into the dark brew. Musing, she inhaled on her cigarette
and again peered out the window, taking in the drab layout.
“ Fuck this shit…man, there’s just gotta be something better, fuck…,
why, why did I have to get married and have that shitty kid, why…I could
kick myself from here all the way into the East River.”
Frustrated with herself, Joan took another drag and hung her head down,
feeling sorry for herself. Once more, she mumbled away, “ Why, why, why…”
Taking a sip of the coffee, she next glanced at her watch wrapped around
her wrist. “ An hour and a half before the punk gets here…that little
shit, why doesn’t he drop dead…”
Realizing the time was now two o’clock, Joan decided to simply sit by
the kitchen window for another ten minutes or so before getting up and
setting things up for dinner and whatever else. Continuing to stare out
the window, Joan made a sigh and shook her head as thoughts went through
her tormented mind, “ Damn this marriage, why did I do it…all I’ve got
to show for is a fucken husband who hardly makes shit…and a useless kid
who’ll most probably end up a loser anyway…damn…!”
Thinking back to the past, Joan again mumbled away as she took another
drag from the New Port, “ Oh…, the days of old…when I made money…oh
those days…; a dominatrix, that’s what I was, I was the best…I was
free, my time was my own, damn this life now!”
Her brain throbbed and whined while she reminisced about her past “profession”,
thinking always of the days she lived on her own, earning income and having
her own place, an apartment on the better side of Brooklyn. “ What made
my do this…what? If I would’ve continued with my work…I’d have enough
already to buy a condo somewhere on Stanton, perhaps directly on Richmond
Terrace…damn my stupidity, my fucken stupidity!” Cursing, she rambled
on, “ Fuck family, fuck friends and social events, fuck living with someone…it’s
all bullshit…I wanna be alone, alone, alone…, why doesn’t it all go
away, why?”
With her loss of independence, went her hopes of freedom and a life
of her own, causing distress, a feeling so intense that it slowly ate away
at her senses, warping her already perverted brain.
As she raised the cigarette to her mouth, Joan’s hands began to shake,
trembling away as her mental visions passed by, presenting her future,
a lost vacuum with no sense of fulfillment whatsoever.
“ What am I gonna do…what am I gonna do…, this ain’t right, it ain’t
fair…I deserve another chance…I do, I do!”
The coffee cup at her lips now, Joan downed a mouth full of the stuff
and replaced the object on the table. Suddenly, she got up, killed the
cigarette in an ashtray upon the table, and finally slammed her fist down,
causing the cup’s base to vibrate for a second. “ No, no…, ain’t gonna
spend it like this…life’s too short for this bullshit…it’s time I act,
and act now!”
Nodding her head, Joan smiled to herself, saying, “ Yea, yea, I’ll do
it, who give’s a fuck, they’ll never know it was me…, no they won’t,
they’ll never catch me.”
Resolved with her decision, Joan once more gazed at her watch and said
to her own ears, “ Ok…, the kindergarten shit head’ll be here in a little
more than an hour, that’ll give me time to get ready.”
Excited and fascinated with her own diabolical thoughts, Joan went into
the kitchen, slowly strolling over to the cabinet. Looking downward, she
opened one of the drawers, staring away at the forks and knives. To the
side, she observed a larger knife, used to cut bread. For a moment, she
froze and simply meditate over the thing. Nevertheless, after another two
or three seconds, Joan reached down and picked it up. When the nice shinny
object was before her gothic and pretty face, she smiled to herself wickedly
and said, “ Yea…, this’ll do, this’ll do the trick…oh yea…!”
Shutting the drawer, dark-haired Joan went with the knife out through
the livingroom and finally went into the bathroom. Turning her gaze to
the left, she glanced at the full length mirror and admired the image before
her. Looking at the female form dressed in a dark blue T-shirt, well fitting
blue jeans, and high heeled black leather boots going into the denim martial,
Joan arched her head back in pride and said to herself, “ You’re back…five
years of a lifeless existence…, but it’s all over now, you’re back.”
Raising up the knife, she held it to her head’s side and smiled, once
again speaking to herself, “ This thing’ll bring back the glory, the greatness,
the gothic mystique I knew so well…”
Content, she left the bathroom and returned to the kitchen, setting
the knife back down on the counter. Just standing there for a while, the
lady was suddenly brought back to awareness by the sound of the apartment’s
buzzer. “ Good…, he’s here.”, mentioned the lady to her own ears as she
glanced at her watch, seeing three twenty five.
Walking out into the livingroom, Joan went over to the intercom and
simply pressed the button. Afterward, a dirty smile crossed her face as
she slowly strolled over to the apartment’s entrance. Turning her head
slightly, she heard his little footsteps approach, moving down the hall.
In no time, she heard a knock on the wooden panel.
“ Oh, hi there…, Sammy…how are you today?”, ask Joan with mockery
in her tone.
“ I’m ok.”, replied the little five year old child as he entered the
apartment.
“ Did you have fun on the bus today?”
Looking up into his mother’s dark eyes, the wide eyed innocent little
kid answered, “ Yea, mommy, I played catch with a tennis ball with one
of the other kids.”
“ How nice…, wanna play another game now, right here with mommy?”
Eager for some more fun, especially with his own mother, the niave youngster
removed his small backpack and went over to the sofa, placing the thing
down. Since it was spring time, and an exceptionally nice day at that,
Sam didn’t have a coat on, causing his mother to remark, “ I really like
that shirt…that’s why I bought it for you…it fits really good…, right?”
“ Yea, mommy.”
“ Ok, Sammy, now here’s the game we’re gonna play…I’m gonna go out
in the kitchen and come back with an empty pail…and when I return, I’m
gonna show you exactly how to play…, ok?”
“ Ok.”, said the child with an eager smile on his face.
Excited herself, Joan raced into the adjoining room and returned a few
seconds later with a tan colored plastic bucket. Back in the livingroom,
Joan placed the thing right in the center of the carpet and then made five
short steps back. Smiling, she motioned her son to come over. “ Ok…,
Sammy…, see that pail over there?”
“ Yes, mommy.”
“ Well, we’re gonna see who can pee the furthest and most accurate,
you or me?”
A little confused, the kid nevertheless slowly nodded his head and stared
away at his mother.
“ That’s right, Sammy…, however, to make sure we can pee the easiest
way, both of us must take off all our clothes, ok?”
Standing there with his eyes blinking rapidly, the kid simply said,
“ I never heard of this game before…do all mommies play this game?”
“ Sure they do.”, giggled Joan in response.
With hesitation, Sam began to undress as his sexy mother did the same.
One piece at time, mother and little Sammy undressed and took it off until
all their clothes were tossed over upon the sofa. Finally, Joan stood naked
except for the knee high leather boots, shining forth with a gloss that
not only reflected the room’s light, but the slimy and perverted interior
workings of her wicked heart.
Looking down at her nude child, Joan said, “ Whoever gets his or her
piss in the pail first while standing at this distance wins…if you win,
you’ll get all the cookies, cake, and ice cream you want, if I win, well…let’s
just say I’ll get to cut a slice out for myself.”
Totally perplexed, the little kid slowly measured off his mother’s awesome
body as he walked over and stood right next to her, having his eyes reach
up only an inch or two above her waist.
“ You look so big, mommy, when I stand next to you.”
“ Ofcourse I do, my cute little pet.”, replied Joan right before she
said, “ Ok…, you ready?”
Instead of reaching for his tiny hairless little prick, the confused
kid ask, “ But mommy…, you’re a lady, how are you gonna do this?”
“ Oh, don’t worry, Sammy, I’ve got a trick up my sleeve, or shall I
say…up my snatch.”
“ What’s a snatch, mommy?”
“ This…, this is a snatch.”, answered the sick mother, reaching down
toward her cunt with her right hand, spreading apart her pussy.
“ Ok…, you ready?”
“ Yea.”, replied Sam, taking hold of his dick now.
“ All right, one two, three…, pee!”
A second later, a thin arch started to form from Sam’s little cock,
slowly getting larger and larger. Looking over, the kid watched in amazement
as piss emerged from his mother’s opening and trickled straight down on
the carpet.
“ Fuck…, it ain’t working, damn, no, wait, yea…, yea, got it, now
it’s going…!”, exclaimed the woman as she managed to finally stretch
up her urinary duck, causing her piss to spray forward in a straight line.
“ Yea, yea, look at me!”, yelled Joan as she glanced to the side, seeing
the size of her piss arch overtake her son’s, quickly moving toward the
pail.
“ Mommy, you’re gonna beat me!”, said Sammy as he watched in awe as
her yellow bow got bigger and bigger, finally striking the pail.
“ Ha, look at that…, I win, I win, Sammy, ha, ha, a woman beat you…a
woman beat you!”
Finished, both piss lines retracted when Joan quickly turned toward
her son and physically grabbed him by both shoulders, squatting herself
in the process.
“ Now I‘ve got you…you little shit!”, yelled the naked brunette as
she violently shook her naked little five year old son. Frightened, Sammy
tried to back off but was nevertheless locked in her embrace. Looking downward,
the kid saw and felt her right hand go to his crotch and grab his dick.
“ Ever wonder how if feels to be with a girl…you little piece of garbage?”
“ Why are you yelling at me like that…why are you doing this mommy?”
“ Why…? I’ll tell you why…, because you’re a mistake, that’s why,
I never should’ve had you, I should’ve aborted your ass the moment I knew
you were up my cunt.”
Again confused by her words, the little boy didn’t know what to do as
she forced him to the floor and pushed his face into her left boot.
“ Kiss it you little son of a dominatrix!”
“ Mommy, please, please, what is this?”
Standing up straight now, Joan pulled her boot away and then forcefully
kicked the boy in his face with her right piece of stiletto glory.
“ Please mommy, don’t!”, screamed Sam while he rolled back a couple
of feet, blood now dripping from his lips.
“ I’ll give you “please”…, you came from my body…you’re mine, I’ll
do with you as I want…, hail choice!”
Walking up to him, she again kicked him, this time in the stomach.
“ So how’d that feel…now you know how I felt when I had to give birth
to your fucken useless ass!”, yelled the lady with fury, kicking at the
kid over and over. “ I wish I never had you…I wish I would’ve ripped
you from my insides when I was pregnant with your fucken stupid pile of
fetal shit!”
“ No, no, please…, mommy!”, whimpered the kid, holding his hands before
his face.
“ That’s right, I should’ve ripped your ass from my cunt and step on
it like it was a worm, crush it to death!”, screamed Joan with clenched
teeth.
Over and over, the lady kicked away until she had enough. Through with
the thrashing, she went over to the piss pail and took it up. Upon her
return, Joan simply stood before Sammy and poured the bucket’s contents
on top of him, allowing the yellow urine to sink into his open wounds,
burning the poor little creature, adding more suffering to that which was
already the utmost.
“ Ha, look at you, just look at you…but it all fits and makes sense,
you came from almost the same spot I piss from…so where’s the harm…?”
Squatting, Joan placed the pail right before the kid and turned around,
hanging her curvaceous and attractive female rear right above the plastic
object. Suddenly, little Sammy was watching his own mother take a shit
right before his eyes, terrifying the child. Done, she pushed the thing
aside and went down on all fours, shoving her glorious ass right into his
bloody face, saying, “ Well…, you know what to do…, lick my ass clean,
go ahead, do it now!”
Repulsed by the sight and smell of small pieces of shit hanging from
her back door, Sammy backed off, begging, “ No, please…, mommy, don’t…!”
Infuriated, Joan quickly got up and bent herself down before the pail
full of crap, reaching in with her bare hands and taking up a piece of
her own waste, shoving the brown stuff directly into his face immediately
afterward. “ There…, you little punk, what do you think of that, now
everyone’ll really know you’re the biggest shit face on earth, ha, ha…!”
Terrified like never before, Sammy got up and ran, trying to reach the
apartment’s main door. However, his mother responded swiftly, reaching
out and taking hold of his ankles, causing him to fall to his face.
With his nose to the carpet, Joan rubbed her hand into his hairs, using
his scalp to clean her fingers.
Afterward, the diabolical and perverted lady got up and again started
kicking him in the side of the head and abdomen. Eight times, she did it,
knocking the wind and senses outta the little thing. As he laid there,
his mind became numb, going in and out of consciousness, not only from
the physical beating, but to escape the brutal truth and reality before
him.
With a floating sensation going through his veins, Sammy was there and
not there at the same time. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and entered
the kitchen. There, she washed her hands and next took up the knife.
Upon her return, Joan saw him still lying there face down. Standing
at his side, she pushed at his frame with her right boot, rolling him to
his back. Squatting again, she reached to his tiny nut sack with her free
hand and stretched out his scrotum. Using the sharp blade, she quickly
removed his balls, separating his testicles from his body.
The bloody stuff in her hands, Joan raised his balls to her mouth and
opened wide, stuffing her face next with his prepubescent gems.
“ Mmmm, not bad.”, mumbled the lady to herself while she chewed away
at the fleshy material, really enjoying the taste. “ Oh, yea…!”, said
Joan, while lowering her other bloody hand to her cunt. Right when she
swallowed the last remains of his balls and scrotum, the woman fingered
herself to an orgasm, giving herself the best experience ever.
When she was finished with her trip through the euphoric realm, Joan
removed her middle finger and looked over to the kid who was coming back
to full consciousness due to the pain. “ Ahhhh…!”, screamed the child
gently holding his crotch as his mother got up and stepped over him, slightly
spreading her feet apart, allowing her boots to be at both his right and
left sides.
“ So…, you little creep, how does it feel, ha, ha…!”
“ Oh, please…!”, whimpered the wretched thing in total pain.
Bending her knees, she once more lowered herself and this time lowered
the knife to his throat, placing it next to his main artery. “ There, now
die, you fuck!”, exclaimed the victim’s mother as she slit his throat,
watching the blood squirt right up just like her piss a few minutes back.
Her eyes on his chest now, Joan thrust the knife inward and began cutting
away, eventually removing his heart. Dropping the knife to the floor, the
evil cunt raised the mass of bloody organic tissue up to her breasts and
slowly massaged her tits with her child’s heart, feeling its warm and smooth
sensation as it gently glided over her nipples, causing them to erect.
“ Oh, yea…!”, mumbled the dominatrix to herself, really getting off on
the whole thing. As before, she reached down to her cunt and fingered herself
with her free hand, again attaining an orgasm.
Done with the psycho-sexual escapade, the wicked brunette got up and
dragged the kid’s body into the kitchen taking his heart with her. There,
she washed her shit from his face and slowly inserted the bloody and shiny
blade into his neck, cutting away at his frame, finally removing his head.
Smiling, Joan took up the decapitated mass of flesh and placed it into
a pot afterward. Going over to the sink, she filled the remaining space
with water and took the heavy thing over to the stove where she set it
on a burner and turned on the gas. A second later, she turned around and
finished up with her son’s body, cutting the whole thing up, arms, legs,
everything. Having clear plastic film at her disposal, Joan wrapped up
the separate body parts including the heart, and finally stuck it all into
the freezer, laughing the whole time through.
All done, sexy naked and sick Joan cleaned up the place, scrubbing away
until both herself and the apartment looked as good as new.
The knife all clean as well, Joan placed it down upon the kitchen counter
and turned toward the pot now cooking on the stove. Looking at it, she
realized it was cooked through and through, causing her to turn off the
gas and get a large plate. Taking his head, she put it on the piece of
china and set it in the middle of the kitchen table. With that, Joan set
the rest of the table, taking out two plates, one for herself, and the
other for her husband when he gets home from work.
With everything set, the naked sexy feline strolled out to the livingroom,
placed her ass on the couch, and simply sat there, waiting for her husband
to arrive.
Twenty minutes later, she heard the sound of a key turn in the door
lock. Slowly, it opened. Into the apartment stepped a middle aged man holding
a lunch bucket. Suddenly, the man froze and stared away as he let the door
close behind him.
“ What the…?”
“ What, Tom, haven’t you ever seen me naked before?”
“ Yea, but…?”
“ Butt…?”, ask Joan with a smile, “ Here…, here’s some butt.”, said
the lady as she slowly got up and turned around, allowing herself to go
down on all fours. turning her head back, evil Joan remarked, “ So here
it is…, you’re always nagging me about an ass fuck…well, now you can
do it to me.”
Immediately, the man’s initial confusion gave way to lust, causing him
to drop his lunch pail and quickly remove all his clothes. Wasting no time,
Tom knelt behind his wife’s amazing posterior and pushed his dick right
up into her back door.
“ Oh…, oh, yea…, you’re so great…, do me, Tom, really do me…!”
“ I’ve always wanted to do this! What caused you to agree to it now?”,
ask the guy, pumping away at her rear.
“ Oh…, let’s just say that everyone’s entitled to just one last request…,
and I knew this is what you’d really like.”
Too involved now with her behind to understand the implications of her
words, Tom went in and out of her asshole, working up an orgasm. Suddenly,
she felt him cum, filling her up. “ Oh, Tom…, yea!”
After he withdrew, the man heard from his wife as she stood up, “ Ok…,
Tommy boy, wash off your dick and come into the kitchen…I’ve got dinner
waiting for you.”
“ Yea…, I can smell it…, smells good, what is it?”
“ You’ll see.”
Finished in the bathroom, Tom emerged from the small chamber and walked
through the livingroom and into the kitchen.
“ Oh no…!”, cried the man as he held his hand to his mouth. Running
to the sink, Tom threw up and then turned around toward his wife who simply
stood next to the table with the knife in hand.
“ What did you do…, are you sick or something?”, was all the terrified
man could say.
“ Yea…, I’m sick all right…, sick of you and this little piece of
shit that’s gonna feed me for a week.”
“ Joan…?”, uttered the guy as she spoke on, “ For nine months the
little bastard fed off of my body, now it’s only fair that I feed off of
his…, don’t you think?”
His mouth open in disbelief and his eyes wider than ever before, the
shocked man stood there as she approached, saying, “ You can join the little
fuck in hell, that’s where we’re all going anyway!”
Before he knew what to do, she pushed the blade into his chest and quickly
pulled it out, again stabbing him, doing it over and over for seven or
eight times. “ Die you mother fucker, die…I don’t need you anymore, die…go
to hell!”
“ Joan, Joan…?”, said the man quietly with his last breath as he slowly
sank to the floor, allowing his hands to slide down her naked frame.
Right when he expired, the lady burst forth, “ Free at last, free at
last…!”
Dropping the knife to the linoleum, Joan spun around three times upon
her right heel, enjoying the sense of liberation.
The End
Copyright 2001
by Frank K. Kovac(FK Publications)
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