Cyber Bully:

“I hope u die u lying @sshole!!!”

The bold, purple font had barely been posted when he quickly logged out of the chat, cutting off the woman’s angry rant before she could even begin.

Sighing in lazy satisfaction, he turned off the archaic tube monitor of his mother’s computer, the screen's light briefly illuminating the grease stains on his portly belly and chest before winking out completely. He sat there in the darkness of the basement, running his hands over the damp skin of his fleshy stomach, spreading his fingers into the semen that coated the unwashed mass, matting up the abundant hair that covered his lower frame.

He loved this, more than anything, the pleasure derived from harassing women on-line. Everything from stalking them, spreading lies about them, and threatening them, brought him to a gluttonous, orgasmic climax. Every outraged response, and tearful plea, he wringed from them was like a sweet nectar that he coated his entire body in, until he was slick from the frenzied desire their hatred invoked.

It worked almost every time. He played the fool to win their trust, then turned on them. It was the perfect game. These anonymous bitches were his puppets and like clockwork they constantly danced to his tune.....all except for one.

Irritation quickly cleared away his haze of giddiness as he thought of the one woman he couldn’t dominate, couldn’t break. No matter what he did to her, no matter what threats or lies he spread, she continued to remained unimpressed by him. Even when she did rise to his baiting, it was always done halfheartedly, as if the insults she hurled his way were nothing more than generic quotes she kept saved, as if he wasn’t worthy of anything more from her than a copy and paste job in one of the many chats he haunted. He felt himself becoming enraged once more as he thought about her. He had just sent her a post earlier today, threatening to break into her home, slit her throat and rape her in a pool of her own blood and she had simply laughed, letting him know with her amused scorn how insignificant she found him.

He had invested so much time into her, and yet he was never anything more than an afterthought. A gnat that she occasionally lowered herself to swat at. He hated her, she was just like the women who had dismissed him throughout his entire life, treating him as if he were nothing. The closest emotion he could invoke in her was disgust. While other women might hint that they found him physically unappealing, she had always told him outright how grotesque his face and form were, how repugnant she found him.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the stupid cow honestly thought that she was some kind of witch. He was constantly finding her lurking in the occult themed chats, posting about her various spells and rituals.

Delusional cunt, he thought, I’ll show her.

Deciding to try a new approach, he quickly turned the computer back on and sent her an e-mail, describing in detail how he would soon come to her home and rape her children, then bathe in their blood. Giggling like a little girl, he logged off once more then heaved his heavy frame from the chair, cleaning up the sweat and semen from his bulging belly and thick thighs with a pair of his mother’s soiled panties that he had dug from the pile of clothes next to the washer. Satisfied with the quick wipe down, he tossed the crumpled garment back on the pile and shambled over to the stained, rank mattress on the cold floor of his subterranean dwelling and flopped down upon it. Drained from the excess of his self fondling, he laid back and allowed himself to think of the outrage his words would surely cause her, knowing that this time he had her beat. The pleasurable anticipation of tomorrow’s confrontation followed him into his dreams as he fell into a deep slumber.

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Something woke him. Sluggish with sleep he turned over to check the thrift store alarm clock that was perched on an empty cardboard box which served as his bedside table. 3:00 am blared at him in blinking red, boxy numbers. Confused as to what could have possibly roused him at such an hour he was about to roll back over to seek the Sandman’s embrace once more when a noise from the corner of the room caught his notice. Thinking it was just another rat, he didn’t pay it much attention at first. The basement was infested with vermin. Rats, and mice as well as countless cockroaches that skittered all over the place, often crawling on his body. Sometimes they became stuck to his skin whenever he didn’t clean off his juices well enough. It had always amused him to watch them frantically twitch around his pubic region, their spiny little legs tickling his penis. Once he even crushed one and smeared it all over himself, coloring his flaccid sex with the yellowish goo and blackened bits of insect.

The shuffling became louder, breaking him out of his haze, and he realized whatever was making the noise was far too large to be any of the pests that shared his haven. His heart began to speed up, panic causing it to thunder in his chest as a cold sweat broke out over his body. He had always been a little afraid of the dark, but couldn’t afford light bulbs, resorting to scavenging them from the rooms upstairs. He didn’t want to push his parent’s tolerance of his leeching too far, so he tended to keep the lights out in order to conserve them. When the noise occurred once more he quickly reached for the old lamp he’d stolen from his grandmother’s house, a tacky, 70s throwback that had long since lost it’s shade.

As light blazed across the room, he was shocked to see that within one of the shadowed corners, huddled amongst the rotting heaps of garbage and dusty cobwebs, was a girl. She looked up at him, huge, dark eyes staring out from a face as pale as the paper in his computer’s printer. Something about her eyes, unnaturally large within her tiny face, reminded him of a wounded animal. Slowly she stood up, her every graceful move like a dance. As she straightened and stepped out of the shadows, he could see that her waifish body was completely bare.

Her figure was supermodel thin, with small breasts, hips, and a concave stomach. He could even see her hip bones and ribs protruding. She appeared half starved, and was so tiny in stature that he finally realized just what the word petite meant, as before laying eyes on this girl, he had never actually considered any adult as meeting the requirements of the word. Despite her gaunt form, she possess an unearthly, eerie beauty, like a phantom, or nymph. She continued to walk towards him, her dainty feet soundless against the chilled cement floor, her waist length, black hair floating around her diminutive form like tendrils of shadowed smoke.

I must be dreaming, he though, naked girls just don’t appear in your bedroom in the dead of night, and sure as hell not in HIS bedroom. He was so flabbergasted that his mind blanked out, he couldn’t find a single word to utter, even if his dry, tight throat would have allowed him to.

As she came to the foot of his mattress, he found that he couldn’t move, his own dream had paralyzed him. He could only lay there has she knelt down and crawled to him, slowly drawing the sheet off his naked body. He didn’t want her close to him, didn’t want her to see him. He knew that he was repulsive, his stomach hanging over to cover his small, stubby penis. His body was rank from lack of bathing. His breath foul. He quickly ran his bloated, slug-like tongue over his teeth, and winced at the feel of the fuzzy plaque covering them. He couldn’t stand to look into those eyes and see this fae-like girl recoil from him in disgust.

Yet, as she slithered over him and straddled his portly thighs, resting her bare backside on his hair-coarsened flesh, he couldn't detect any hesitation from her. In fact, the bare, hairless sex that lay against his skin was hot and moist, her breathing quickening, and her dark, liquid eyes heavy with desire.

Of course, he though, this is a dream, she can’t reject me in my dream.

The feel of her lithe body on top of his was unlike anything he had ever experienced, even in his deepest fantasies. He had never come close to touching a woman in the flesh before, and none of his previous dreams had ever caused such a fierce reaction within him, his lust burning a wildfire through his limbs, her hands scorching him as they lightly rested on his massive chest, her fingers teasing the abundant forest of wiry black hairs that covered it.

He could feel his genitals stiffening, and briefly felt ashamed when the girl had to reach under the damp mound of his stomach in order to fondle him. Then, all coherent though scattered as he felt her press the swollen head of his penis against her slick sex, gliding it into her with a single undulation of her slim hips.

He couldn’t breath, the feel of her, hot and wet around him, was superb. This first taste of female flesh, so brutally real that it made a mockery of his previous sleep induced liaisons, exposing them as hallow and empty. The pathetic, shallow longings of a virginal mind.

She felt so damned good, he wanted it to last forever, never wanted it to end, the mind-blowing sensation of this slip of a girl moving him within her, grinding herself into his lap, squeezing and clenching her sizzling sex around him to the point of pain. It was too much to bear, and far too quickly pressure began to build in his scrotum, blasting thought his shaft and into the girl, coating her insides with blast after blast of his viscous man cream.

As he continued to jerk and spurt inside of her, she began to quicken her movements, jerking her hips against his with increased frenzy until finally she stiffened and collapsed on top of him. For a brief moment, just as she reached her peak, he felt a tugging around his shaft, almost as if something inside of her had scraped against the tender flesh of his depleted organ. The pain quickly passed however and he dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.

Panting, his body drowning in sweat, he wallowed in the afterglow of the best orgasm he’d ever experienced in his life, so sated that his eyes felt permanently wedged to the back of his skull.

Dear God, he thought, I could die a happy man.

“So pleased to hear you say that lover” the girl rasped into his ear, her voice, while nothing more than a horse whisper, echoed within the small room, driving into his mind until his ears throbbed. She sounded crazed. Her deep, masculine voice underlined by a painful pitch, like nails being dragged across a chalk board.

Suddenly the pressure around his penis increased, the previous biting sensation magnifying until he feared that she’d cut him to pieces. He tried to whimper, but no sound would come, and his body was still limp and useless, completely helpless beneath her.

Dismissing his discomfort with an amused grin, the girl started grinding against him once more, this time looking into his eyes, her hands braced on his bovine bosom. As those inky depths stared into his own terrified eyes, she opened the delicate pink lips of her mouth, her forked tongue darting out to lick them as her smile turned malicious, the endless pools of her eyes taking on a sadistic gleam as the ripping sensation in his genitals shot waves of pain throughout his entire body.

“Foolish mortal”, the girl purred, her brittle voice an assault on his senses. “You should have limited your games to your own kind.” With each word her thrusts became more brutal, tearing the flesh of his penis until he could feel his blood pooling around his thighs.

“You targeted my Mistress“, she continued, ”and you were not even intelligent or careful enough to keep your threats to just her. No, you went after her younglings, children of a Sibyl of Darkness.” She paused in her assault, her amusement boarding on mania as she stared down at him. “Do you know human, that even after reading the words you sent her, she still was not insulted, or even fearful of you. You are not a threat to one such as she, but she could no longer allow your insolence to stand. That is why she sent me to you.” Suddenly she threw her head back, laughing, the piercing sound beating against his skull until his eardrums ruptured and bled.

She leaned over him once more, purring in extreme pleasure at his torment, the sound distorted and muddled now, his damaged ears blocking out the worst of it, and yet even that small reprieve did nothing to protect his mind from the horror her hazy words invoked.

“Did you know that she wasn’t even angered when she sent me to you? She summoned me, and informed me of where I could find a ‘Pig ripe for the slaughter’. That is how little you mean to her. You are nothing more than a bloated worm that she would have me dispose of, a juicy tidbit for her pet Succubus to feast upon.”

She released him then, standing over him, his blood gushing from between her legs. He was suddenly glad that he was unable to move, as he didn’t want to see the ruined pulp of his genitals, knowing that whatever damaged they had sustained inside of her was beyond repair.

“You have sealed your fate, Human.”

She knelt on the bed beside him, and held up her hands so he could see her fingernails growing into curved, blackened claws. They were at least two inches long, razor sharp and gleaming in the dim, dirty light of the room. Taking his scrotum in one hand, she quickly sliced through his flesh with the other. The pain in his already abused groin lessened the blow, but his mind almost broke as she stabbed one of those horrible claws into the exposed flesh of his sac and speared his left testicle as easily as one would a plump meatball. She ripped it out of him and held it up, forcing him to watch as she licked the bloody meat, moaning in exaggerated delight, she plopped it into her mouth like a grape. She closed her eyes, and leisurely rubbed her emaciated stomach as she slurped up the dangling tendrils still connected to his testicle. The veiny cords disappeared between her puckered lips as if she was dining on a plate of spaghetti instead of his butchered body.

Horrified he watched as she repeated the process with his remaining testicle, once more cooing and slurping with blissful pleasure as she feasted on him. His damaged ears just barely catching the sickening crunch and squish of his testes as she lazily masticated his manhood, loudly swallowing with obvious relish.

After she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand she stood once more. From between her spread legs a long, eel-like tentacle oozed out of her vagina, growing until it was at least three feet in length, and as thick around the base as his upper arm. It was the color of hematite, a black that glowed silver wherever the light hit it.

“You penetrated me lover,” she said with an open-mouthed smile that twisted her mouth, enlarging it, and exposing the thousands of needle-like silver teeth that lined her blackened gums in endless rows. Somehow he knew those terrible teeth went all the way down, encircling her entire mouth cavity and throat down to whatever passed for her stomach.

Reaching down she grasped his massive hips and effortlessly flipped him onto his stomach, grabbing his fleshy buttocks in firm grip, her claws slicing into his skin until blood flowed, she parted them until his anus was exposed to her, shit stained and puckered, virginal.

“It’s only fair that I return the favor.”

Before he had cursed his inability to close his eyes, hated that he had left the light on, wishing that he could escape the sight of this foul creature mutilating his flesh, but now he realized that the unknown was far more devastating to his psyche.

He felt something poking at his rectum, and knew it was that awful appendage, the snake-like tentacle. It thrust into him, the slime coating it easing the way as it wriggled deeper into his bowels. Even with the thing’s mucous lubricating it’s violation, he still felt his anus rip, his intestines bulge as all three feet of it was forced inside of him.

Tears and snot streamed puddled under his face as he felt it begin to thrust within him, moving out until only the tip curled inside of him, then ramming, full force back into his broken body, so deep that he could feel the
creature’s hip bones digging into his battered backside. With each onslaught, her inhuman strength sent his body deeper into the mattress, grinding his destroyed groin against the harsh material, the springs stabbing at him, further bruising his already tortured flesh.

“Don’t worry lover,” she tittered, thrusting even more enthusiastically, “I’m ribbed for your pleasure.”

His fear spiked to unfathomable levels at her words, powerless to stop her he could only lay there in horror. He felt the tentacle swell within him as hundreds of piercing, thorn-like barbs sprouted down it’s entire length, at least an inch long and as sharp as spears.

His insides shredded as the obscene thing continued to impale him. His body became one inflamed nerve as the countless barbs tore through his bowels, whipping through the viscera into the rest of his mass, slashing through his organs and twisting around, blending his innards into mush.

Then, two more tentacles appeared, wrapping around his arms, lifting to turn him once more as the one within him twisted around his spine, breaking it. Through his bleary vision, he could see that the girl had morphed into an unspeakable abomination. Filling the entire basement with her heaving bulk, she was nothing more than a squirming nightmare of tentacles and teeth.

“Enough foreplay.” The thing said, speaking through it’s many mouths in unison, it’s voice crawling with chaos, breaking him down until his last, lingering grasp of sanity shattered, his mind nothing more than an empty shell, as crippled and useless as his desecrated carcass.

The Succubus realized that her fun was at an end, as the energy she had expended in order to keep him alive through his ordeal could no longer keep his mind whole. Picking up the mindless, limp corpse, she pulled apart his limbs, devouring him whole with her numerous maws, mincing through muscle, bone and tendons like butter. She gorged herself on his copious remains, lapping up the residual splatters and puddles of blood, the smaller mouths that covered the underbelly of her tentacles absorbing the fluids to the last drop, leaving not so much as a single hair behind.

She sensed the dawn approaching back in his world, and released the portal she had formed around his sordid, little human-built cave. Returning to her humanoid form, she clothed herself in her usual garments of onyx and silver hued robes and willed herself back to her Mistress.

Shifting from the lingering shadows within her Lady’s bedroom, she silently stepped forth and knelt at The Mistress’s feet.

"My beloved Senka." The Mistress said as she reached out and placed her hand on the top of the Succubus's head, stroking her dark tresses as lovingly as one would a cat. "I trust your hunt thid night was successful?"

“It is done.” she said, glancing upward to watch as a look of smug satisfaction crossed The Mistress’s face.

“Groovy.” The Mistress replied, her aura glowing brightly with pleasure, then with a single nod of her head, she dismissed her cherished minion. The Succubus retreated back to the shadows, as silently as she had come, careful not to rouse the human inhabitants within The Mistress’s home. The peacefully slumbering mortal family that The Mistress would kill to safeguard.

Returning to her own lair, the Succubus’s robes vanished as she shifted her form once more so she could freely slither into the beckoning darkness of the waters lazily lapping at the mouth of the cave in which she had made her home. Her multitude of mouths sighed in unison with pleasure as the first, cool kiss of the liquid made contact with her flesh. It's soothing caress slowly creeping up her body as she fully submerged herself into it's depths.

Her hunger sated, The Mistress pleased, and now surrounded by the loving embrace of the sea, the Succubus was content.

All in all, she thought, slowly drifting off into the arms of Morpheus, lulled by the steady flow of the ocean waters around her, it had been a most satisfying evening.