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Warning this is a darker story than most and does contain references to torture and BDSM.
For years, Abigail's life has been a labyrinth of grief and vengeance. Haunted by the brutal murder of her sister, she has transformed her sorrow into an unyielding quest for justice.
Now, in a twist of fate, a tantalizing lead brings her closer to the truth than she has ever been. Her relentless pursuit leads her to a shadowy figure—the enigmatic owner of a BDSM club. But there's more to him than meets the eye. He is a 600-year-old vampire with a history as dark as the night.
Enter Bleeding Lust, a tale that weaves erotic fantasy with the chilling elements of a murder mystery. Abigail's resolve is tested as she navigates a world where passion and danger intersect. The BDSM club is not just a den of pleasure; it is a labyrinth of secrets, each more intoxicating and perilous than the last.
Abigail’s Journey
Abigail is not your average heroine. Her heart is a fortress of steel, built brick by brick through years of relentless pursuit. She is driven by a single goal—to find her sister's killer and make him pay. Her investigation leads her to a BDSM club known for its exclusive clientele and whispered rumors of supernatural happenings.
The Enigmatic Vampire
At the heart of this dark world a BDSM underworld. Where the club's owner exudes an aura of power and sensuality that is impossible to ignore. His eyes hold centuries of secrets, and his touch ignites a fire within Abigail that she never knew existed. But he is no ordinary man; he is a vampire who has seen the rise and fall of empires, whose hands are stained with the blood of countless victims.
A Dance of Seduction and Suspense
Abigail finds herself entangled in a web of seduction and suspense. Her mind tells her to be wary, to regard him as the prime suspect in her sister's murder. Yet, her body betrays her, craving the exquisite torment he offers. The line between right and wrong blurs as she navigates this dangerous liaison.He, too, is drawn to Abigail in ways he cannot comprehend. Her fierce determination and unyielding spirit awaken something within him, something he thought had died centuries ago. Their connection is electric, a volatile mix of desire and distrust. Each encounter leaves them both craving more, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and pain.
Unraveling the Mystery
As Abigail dives deeper into the dark underworld of a BDSM lifestyle, she uncovers clues that bring her closer to the truth. But each revelation comes at a price. The danger escalates, and the stakes grow higher. Can she trust anyone, or is he leading her into a trap from which there is no escape? The answers lie hidden in the shadows, waiting to be uncovered.
Dive into the seductive world of Bleeding Lust today. Unveil the secrets that lie in the heart of darkness and discover a story that will haunt your dreams.Bleeding Lust – Where passion meets peril, and nothing is as it seems.
Warning this is a darker story than most and does contain references to torture and BDSM.
For years, Abigail's life has been a labyrinth of grief and vengeance. Haunted by the brutal murder of her sister, she has transformed her sorrow into an unyielding quest for justice.
Now, in a twist of fate, a tantalizing lead brings her closer to the truth than she has ever been. Her relentless pursuit leads her to a shadowy figure—the enigmatic owner of a BDSM club. But there's more to him than meets the eye. He is a 600-year-old vampire with a history as dark as the night.
Enter Bleeding Lust, a tale that weaves erotic fantasy with the chilling elements of a murder mystery. Abigail's resolve is tested as she navigates a world where passion and danger intersect. The BDSM club is not just a den of pleasure; it is a labyrinth of secrets, each more intoxicating and perilous than the last.
Abigail’s Journey
Abigail is not your average heroine. Her heart is a fortress of steel, built brick by brick through years of relentless pursuit. She is driven by a single goal—to find her sister's killer and make him pay. Her investigation leads her to a BDSM club known for its exclusive clientele and whispered rumors of supernatural happenings.
The Enigmatic Vampire
At the heart of this dark world a BDSM underworld. Where the club's owner exudes an aura of power and sensuality that is impossible to ignore. His eyes hold centuries of secrets, and his touch ignites a fire within Abigail that she never knew existed. But he is no ordinary man; he is a vampire who has seen the rise and fall of empires, whose hands are stained with the blood of countless victims.
A Dance of Seduction and Suspense
Abigail finds herself entangled in a web of seduction and suspense. Her mind tells her to be wary, to regard him as the prime suspect in her sister's murder. Yet, her body betrays her, craving the exquisite torment he offers. The line between right and wrong blurs as she navigates this dangerous liaison.He, too, is drawn to Abigail in ways he cannot comprehend. Her fierce determination and unyielding spirit awaken something within him, something he thought had died centuries ago. Their connection is electric, a volatile mix of desire and distrust. Each encounter leaves them both craving more, pushing the boundaries of pleasure and pain.
Unraveling the Mystery
As Abigail dives deeper into the dark underworld of a BDSM lifestyle, she uncovers clues that bring her closer to the truth. But each revelation comes at a price. The danger escalates, and the stakes grow higher. Can she trust anyone, or is he leading her into a trap from which there is no escape? The answers lie hidden in the shadows, waiting to be uncovered.
Dive into the seductive world of Bleeding Lust today. Unveil the secrets that lie in the heart of darkness and discover a story that will haunt your dreams.Bleeding Lust – Where passion meets peril, and nothing is as it seems.
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Speaker 1 (00:12):
Before we dive into today's fantasy, I want to take
a moment, just the two of us to talk about
something that could well could change or experience of pleasure
for ever. Have you ever found yourself closing your eyes
(00:34):
during a story, feeling the words wrap around you, pulling
you into a world where fantasies come to life? Oh?
I know you do. But what if you could experience
all of that and so much more on an entirely
(00:58):
new level. Let me introduce you to the Sentraal Awakenings app.
This isn't just another stories app. This is your playground
for pleasure, where your imagination and your body come together.
In wait, it will leave you breathless. Firstly, there are
(01:22):
the erotic stories, seductive tells that spark your desires, ignite
your imagination, and invite you to get lost in it all.
Then we have experiential Erotica, my unique guided hypnosis sessions
designed to make your wildest fantasies feel irresistibly real. You
(01:48):
don't just hear them, you feel them every kiss, every leg,
every thrust, and if you're ready to take it to
the next level, the tantric sessions will awaken sensations and
connections you didn't even know you were capable of experiencing.
(02:12):
Trust me, You've never felt intimacy like this before. And
you know you can enjoy all of this commercial free
and with your very own free trial. And here's the
best part. Central Awakenings is all about your pleasure. It's private,
(02:36):
it's personal, and it's all about taking you wherever your
fantasies want to go within the safety of your own mind.
You deserve this. Feel everything, Explore the world inside the
app and inside yourself sort of. Go ahead and down
(02:59):
the Central Awakenings app, follow the link in this episode's notes,
or come and see me at wildin Bed dot com.
I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to take
the next step into your deepest desires. So let's begin,
(03:23):
shall we. Hi, It's Deblin and welcome to another episode
of Wild in Bed, your Monday night destination for salacious stories,
sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, just as
(03:47):
a warning, tonight's story is very dark. There is a
strong element of BDSM, so please, if you are a
refrage disposition, you have been warned. Now you know this
podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put
(04:08):
your earbudts in and close your eyes and surrender to
the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you.
And when you're ready, just go ahead and take a
deep breath and hold it for a moment, let it
go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.
(04:32):
For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you
and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that
in a woman as you listen to my voice and
feel the story moving through your body, as you enjoy
(04:54):
tonight's show. Sat in the darkness alone, she had followed
up some pretty strange leads, but this had to be
the weirdest so far. A breeze caresses around her, as
if a door had been silently open somewhere in the distance,
(05:18):
And then just as quickly, the breeze is gone, and
in the darkness she can see green eyes studying her.
Somewhere from the shadows, a whisper emerges. We have found
the man you seek. Was it a whisper? Did she
(05:42):
hear it with her ears or did the words just
appear in her mind? I have no idea. Who you mean,
she said, defiantly, you know exactly who we mean. Four
hooded figures separate themselves from the shadows from their silhouette.
Aber Girl guesses they must be human, but something about
(06:07):
them doesn't quite hold with the concept of human. Devereaux,
the voice continues, He is here in the city. Smiling,
Abergil says, what is your interest in him or me?
(06:27):
We have history with Devereaux. It would suit us if
he was no longer here, if he was no longer anywhere.
Waiting for a moment, Abigail considers whether these humans might
actually be worse than Devereaux. But no, She knew that
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Devereaux was a man that tortured and murdered her to
insist her he was a demon. She knew of whatever
these things were, they had never caused her any pain.
So right now they were friends, or as close to
friends as she might ever find in a situation like this. Okay,
(07:12):
tell mey moore, she utters, repressing the earth to sound
at least happy. There is a file on the table
in front of you. It tells you everything you need
to find him. Before the words have entered her mind,
Abigail notices a manila file on the table that she
(07:33):
had never noticed before. In fact, she couldn't remember recalling
seeing the table either. Thank you, Do you want to
report back? We will know the outcome, the voice said flatly.
Remember Devereux is very old and very cunning. You will
(07:56):
have to push yourself to the limits and possibly beyond them,
to complete your task. Do not rely on garlic or crucifixes.
You must drain him of every last remaining drop of blood.
But first you must set your mind. This might help
(08:17):
you to do that. Without warning, a clamping sensation fixes
around aber Girl's head, as if a large hand were
clasping her temples, and then a flash of green light
blinds her before it recedes, fading back into the darkness.
And then there are no voices, no figures in the shadows,
(08:39):
just Abigail sat in the dark, once again, alone with
the beginnings of a fucking migraine. Fucking weirdos, she says,
as she stands to leave, sat in her car, Abigail
stares at the aging eyes in the mirror. Determination was
(08:59):
one thing she had always had plenty of, but there
was always a price to pay for it, and she
was looking straight at it. The flecks of gray in
her hair seemed to be spreading. The wrinkles that she
once passed off as laughter lines were now etched caverns
on her delicate porcelain skin. The stress of obviously pursuing
(09:23):
her sister's killer for years was written across her face,
not to say her body. The athletic frame she had
once been so proud of now sagged in all the
wrong places. The long hours meant that the gym had
become a forgotten luxury. Her growing cynicism at the world
(09:44):
at large had created a trail of felk relationships. This
wasn't a goal, It was a curse. God, what was
she doing forty two years old and about to walk
into the den of one of the most notorious expected
murderers in the city. A man she knew had been
responsible for countless brutal murders, A man that held a
(10:08):
vice like grip of fear over the city, A man
known for his treatment of women, his tortures, passions, the
man who murdered her sister. The owner of Purgatory Nightclub,
a den of inequity. If ever, there was one specializing
(10:29):
in bdism parties, and God knows how many other sinful activities.
A man that the cops could not get a single
lead on, A man that no one seemed to know
anything about. He had no history, no friends, nothing. It
was as if he had just appeared one day, set
(10:49):
up a club for perverts, and become disgustingly wealthy. Lifting
the Manila file from the passenger seat, Habiguest stared into
the emerald green eyes of or is he called himself now?
Luca Mallam? And they stared right back at her. The
notes from them had said he was seeking an assistant
(11:12):
after his last one had disappeared? Is she really going
to do this? Could she follow through the same fate
as her sister? Since meeting whatever they were a dream
to become haunted his black hair that always seemed to
be unkempt, his trimmed beard, and those lips somehow, even
(11:36):
when he smiled, there was always a tint of cruelty
to it. Yeah, she found them so damn sexual. Her
eyes drift closed as the dreams returned to haunt her
once again, the burning sensation of his beard along her thighs,
his teeth biting at that sensitive flash, images of her
(11:58):
yielding flooding through her body, turning to a beautiful ecstasy
under the heat of his cruel touch, being tied up,
bound and flogged, yielding to his desires, letting him decide
her guilty pleasures. Her eyes opened suddenly, aware of the
(12:20):
first avalanche of pleasure moving through her body, her skirt
around her waist, her hand rubbing furiously at her throbbing
clt Oh, God, Abigail moans loudly as her body arches
in an intense or chasm. She had no idea she
was bringing on, panting hoarsely these strange, dark fantasies of
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plate has since she met with them every night, hounded
by the desire to submit, to be punished, to be tormented. Why,
she didn't know. She had no idea. These desires had
never occupied her mind before, but right now they were
all she could think of. But she was here to
(13:05):
do a job, find a way to kill this son
of a bitch, and finally maybe she might get some rest.
Abigail tries to ignore the trickle of damnedness caressing her
thighs as she adjusts her wet panties and straightens her skirt.
Stepping out of the car, her legs shake a little
(13:27):
as she stands, the feeling of standing in heels unfamiliar
to her, now forcing a harsh sigh from her lips.
She reminds herself, I'm here for one thing, nothing else,
stealing herself to the legendary charisma that was merely feet away.
(13:47):
Grabbing her resume from the car, perfectly written for the
vacancy of personal assistant, Abigail takes a deep breath and
walks towards the gothic doors that mark the entrance to
Purgatory Nightclub, staring for a moment at the hideous gargoles
that seemed to see straight into her soul. As she
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lifts her hand to pull the bell cord, she expects
a resounding bell chime, maybe a large gong. What she
did not expect was a small, embarrassed tinkle somewhere in
the distance. Minutes passed, not a sound from behind the
hideous wooden doors. Suddenly panicking she might have the time wrong,
Abigail retrieves herself from from the depths of her purse
(14:33):
nine fifty five am, checking her schedule. Yep, the appointment
was for ten am, so the role of assistant probably
didn't mean a lot to him, but she thought he
might have had the manners to turn up to the interview,
watching the time tick by on her phone. Ten am, okay,
she was going to sit in her car and give
(14:54):
him fifteen minutes, and then she was definitely going back
home and blowing off this waste of time. Screwed, Luca Mallam, screwed,
whatever they were, this was obviously another bum lead. But
she would find him and she would kill him. Obviously
not today, but she would. Fumbling for her keys in
(15:17):
her purse, her mood did not approve as they fall
toward the ground. Suddenly they were suspended in mid air,
floating on a strong hand, long fingers clasped around them tightly.
You should be more careful, miss Arbah, a voice says,
next to her ear. It must be next to her ear,
(15:40):
She knows it must. She can feel the heat of
his breath caressing her skin in such a filthy way.
But the sound, the sound wasn't coming through her ears.
That sound was grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and
sliding with vicious determination down a stone, and clutching her
(16:02):
pussy so hard it forced an audible gasp from her lips.
Get a grip, Abigail, It's just a voice, a voice
that belongs to a normal man with green eyes, dark hair,
and those lips. Another gasp betrays her thoughts. Abigail pushes
(16:22):
her fingernails viciously into a palm as she clenches her fist,
forcing hers if to regain control as she turns on
the hill, defiantly staring into those eyes, ignoring the wildfire
burning between her thighs, and says, mister mallam, I'm glad
you could make it, even if you are a little late,
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smiling as warmly as she dare. His lips twist, eventually
transforming into a beautifully cruel smile. And this is why
I need an assistant. If I can make sure my
sorry ass was everywhere it was meant to be when
it was meant to be there, miss Harper, and we
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would not be speaking right now. Placing the keys in
her hand before guiding her back towards the doors to Hell,
his hand pressing on the small of her back in
a possessive way, the power of his thumb pressing in
just such a way to keep all her hotspots well
and truly inflamed, pushing the door open, which, surprisingly for
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such a large door, it made no sound at all.
Luca guided her along the corridor, releasing the pressure on
her back. When they arrived at a small door in
the paneled wall. Careful as you walked through. It's dark
and there are stairs straight down, he whispered, so close Toria,
(17:53):
she could feel every nerve trembling in anticipation that he
might actually kiss her neck. Desire blisters up her back
at the caress of his breath, the heat of his
body burning through her shirt, sending waves of erotic anticipation,
rushing up and down a spine. Cursing herself, she needs
(18:14):
to shut these unwonted desires from her mind. Where the
fuck did they come from? She never even imagined anything
kinkier than giving a blow job before she had met
whatever they were. Now, her mind was constantly flooded with
such dark desires, things she could never even have contemplated before.
Her body ate for these painful delights in such a
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way that she just didn't know what to do. As
they reached the bottom of the stone steps, he guides
it to a seat on one side of a large
wooden desk while he sits on the other side, Studying
her for a moment, he eventually asked, you know what
sort of club we are? The entertainment we provide, yes,
(19:00):
her voice stumbling over the sudden images flashing in her mind.
Good it saves a lot of explaining, he says, before
standing and walking around the desk. Follow me, Standing and
following him through a pair of heavy velvet curtains at
the rear of the room, Abigail is stunned by the
various bondage and torture devices that lay beyond. My customers
(19:27):
come here for a show, he says, smirking little, and
I like to give them one. His fingers linger longingly
on a metal bar of one device. This is an
air manacle, for example. It is so simple and yet
so entertaining. So tell me, miss Harper, have you ever
(19:47):
been manacled? His green eye is fixing on hers, as
if he were staring into her soul. The imager erupts
in her mind of being manacled, of being flogged, of
being fucked so hard she can barely stand. No, No,
I haven't, Abigail whispers, her mouth dry from the desire
(20:10):
pulsing between her thighs. His gaze holding hers, he whispers,
but you want to. I can smell how much that
idea turns you on. That cruel smiler erupts over his
lips as he moves closer to the bar. Try it,
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miss Harper, he says, smiling as if knowing his words
are to request, but a command that she cannot deny
without knowing why. She suddenly finds her wrist pressed against
a cold metal as it swings another bar over and
secures the manacles closed. Slowly, walking behind Abigail, he leans
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in so close she can feel his cold breath against
her neck. Darkly, he whispers, I can read your thoughts.
You know, I know why you are here. He pulls
hard on a rope and the manacles rise high in
the air, pulling Abigail off the ground. Fear burns for
(21:14):
her body as she suddenly realizes how vulnerable she is
trapped by this murderer. How could she have been so
fucking stupid? Yet, even as that thought rubs in her mind,
another one floods over it, the thought of being flogged
while she hangs here, A being fuked, and there was
nothing she could do about it. Of the torturous delights,
(21:38):
this man was an expert in her pussy. Defiantly begins
to weep her pleasure the warm caress of a desire,
tracing a line down her thigh, moving her hand inside
her shirt. His eyes glare a terrifying mixture of green
and red as he rips the material and casts it
to the floor. Her breasts exposed to the cold hour
(22:02):
of the cellar, her nipples force and to painful peaks,
the desire burning through her body making them make even harder.
Plucking one finger on the front of her braw, he whispers,
such beautifully formed, petite breass, Such a shame to hide
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them behind the lace. Another harsh put in her bras
snaps painfully across her back. Slowly, looka traces a fingernail
around her breast. The sharp pain is now punctuated by
the wildfire moving through a pussy. Slowly, he traces a
(22:47):
single fingernail down her stomach. Under a stinging caress. Her
core clutches. Her pussy throbs in anticipation of where that
finger go as he finds a waistband to a skirt,
fingering it while he holds her gaze. With one sudden movement,
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he snaps her waistband and her skirt falls to the ground.
Grinning maliciously. He watches her face for a moment, watches
her reaction as his hand traces the line of her panties,
realizing how embarrassingly wat she is as his fingers traced
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between her thighs and caressing the soft material of her lace,
before sliding back up to her waistband, again sliding one
finger inside. He rips her panties off with another sudden movement,
her pussy pulsing violently as the cold air bites at
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her clead. She is suddenly aware of how naked and
exposure is and how it turned on. She is by
the whole idea of what he is doing. Where did
these salts come from? Where did these desires? These needs?
He turns and grabs a leather strap from the side,
Strapping it tightly around her ankle. He pulls it so
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it snaps shut, fixing her leg out at an awkward angle,
and then the other leg to another strap. A pussy
exposed to the air to this man before he returns
to the rope of the manacles and lowers her a little,
then tightens a rope of the feet, suspending her so
(24:38):
she is now almost horizontal in the air, so prone,
so vulnerable. Desire courses through Abigil's body as she realizes
he can do anything he wants to her right now,
and she can't stop him. Or goes silent for a
moment before Aberghet is shot to fiel the biting some
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sation of a flogger against a thigh, its coarse straps,
biting at her sensitive skin, her pussy responding in a
beautiful symphony at the wave of wildfire moving up and
down her body. Again, another thrush of the flogger, this
time on the other thigh, her body feeling like electricity
(25:21):
is burning through it, every cell, every fiber, tensing in pleasure.
As he moves around behind her head, pulling her hair down,
he whispers, I know exactly why you're here. She moans
(25:42):
loudly from pleasure in pain as he pulls her hair,
and suddenly she feels the tip of his hard cock
geezing between her lips, pushing deep into her mouth, the
very tip of it pushing at the back of her throat,
forcing her gag reflex, her body tensing with the pleasure
coursing through her. Why the fuck will she enjoying this
(26:03):
so much? Why did she feel on the very edge
of coming just by having him fuck her mouth so hard?
As he pushes deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching
her lips around his girth, she can feel him swelling,
throbbing even larger in her mouth, pulsing as the first
drops of pre comb drop into her throat, and then
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suddenly he withdraws, stepping away. He walks around her, moving
between her thighs, teasing his cock along the lips of
her pussy, forcing a loud mourn of desire from Amber
Girl's lips. Suspended in air, she can offer no resistance,
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no assistance, as he hammers a heart thrust into a pussy,
his fingers reaching around her nipples. He grasps her breast
hard as he pulls her back into each and every thrust,
fucking her deeper and deeper her body like some mechanism,
just fucking his herd cock. As she feels her body
(27:10):
trembling already, her thighs tensing, she can feel her or
guess him and why why is she going to come
so hard when he is doing nothing but torture her,
The sensations moving through her body burning like a wildfire
as she feels his cock swelling inside of her, her
lips stretching around his girth as he growls deeply within
(27:32):
his chest. His body tightens in hers titans in response,
her pussy clutching at his cock, needing to come, needing
that satisfaction she has needed since she first saw him. When,
with the explosion of his cock inside of her, she
feels her body tremble in beautiful orchasm. Her head rolls back,
(27:53):
feeling his warm com pulsing inside of her pussy, her
own body trembling in the air with the waves of
pleasure moving up and down her skin. He withdraws seems
to be pulling something heavy across the floor before he
returns to her head. I know exactly who you are,
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miss Harper, and why you are here, he whispers, before
releasing both ropes. Abigail falling, winding herself as she lands
hard on metal bars. He slams a cage lid shut
over Abbot Girl's bruised and sated body. Clicking the lock shut,
Luca turns and strides towards the velvet curtains. Glancing back,
(28:40):
he snarles, I just haven't decided what to do with you. Yet,
so for part two you'll have to wait till next Monday,
and gives you a nice little teaser of what's to come.
How will she escape her metal cage? How was she
it's away from? And kill the man that's killed her
(29:03):
sister already? Well, you'll have to wait till next week
to find out. So I look forward to seeing you again.
We can get wild and bad all over again, but
for now and always with your pleasure in mind. This
(29:25):
is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams as into
(30:05):
over at tactic
Before we dive into today's fantasy, I want to take
a moment, just the two of us to talk about
something that could well could change or experience of pleasure
for ever. Have you ever found yourself closing your eyes
(00:34):
during a story, feeling the words wrap around you, pulling
you into a world where fantasies come to life? Oh?
I know you do. But what if you could experience
all of that and so much more on an entirely
(00:58):
new level. Let me introduce you to the Sentraal Awakenings app.
This isn't just another stories app. This is your playground
for pleasure, where your imagination and your body come together.
In wait, it will leave you breathless. Firstly, there are
(01:22):
the erotic stories, seductive tells that spark your desires, ignite
your imagination, and invite you to get lost in it all.
Then we have experiential Erotica, my unique guided hypnosis sessions
designed to make your wildest fantasies feel irresistibly real. You
(01:48):
don't just hear them, you feel them every kiss, every leg,
every thrust, and if you're ready to take it to
the next level, the tantric sessions will awaken sensations and
connections you didn't even know you were capable of experiencing.
(02:12):
Trust me, You've never felt intimacy like this before. And
you know you can enjoy all of this commercial free
and with your very own free trial. And here's the
best part. Central Awakenings is all about your pleasure. It's private,
(02:36):
it's personal, and it's all about taking you wherever your
fantasies want to go within the safety of your own mind.
You deserve this. Feel everything, Explore the world inside the
app and inside yourself sort of. Go ahead and down
(02:59):
the Central Awakenings app, follow the link in this episode's notes,
or come and see me at wildin Bed dot com.
I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to take
the next step into your deepest desires. So let's begin,
(03:23):
shall we. Hi, It's Deblin and welcome to another episode
of Wild in Bed, your Monday night destination for salacious stories,
sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, just as
(03:47):
a warning, tonight's story is very dark. There is a
strong element of BDSM, so please, if you are a
refrage disposition, you have been warned. Now you know this
podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put
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your earbudts in and close your eyes and surrender to
the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you.
And when you're ready, just go ahead and take a
deep breath and hold it for a moment, let it
go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.
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For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you
and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that
in a woman as you listen to my voice and
feel the story moving through your body, as you enjoy
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tonight's show. Sat in the darkness alone, she had followed
up some pretty strange leads, but this had to be
the weirdest so far. A breeze caresses around her, as
if a door had been silently open somewhere in the distance,
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And then just as quickly, the breeze is gone, and
in the darkness she can see green eyes studying her.
Somewhere from the shadows, a whisper emerges. We have found
the man you seek. Was it a whisper? Did she
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hear it with her ears or did the words just
appear in her mind? I have no idea. Who you mean,
she said, defiantly, you know exactly who we mean. Four
hooded figures separate themselves from the shadows from their silhouette.
Aber Girl guesses they must be human, but something about
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them doesn't quite hold with the concept of human. Devereaux,
the voice continues, He is here in the city. Smiling,
Abergil says, what is your interest in him or me?
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We have history with Devereaux. It would suit us if
he was no longer here, if he was no longer anywhere.
Waiting for a moment, Abigail considers whether these humans might
actually be worse than Devereaux. But no, She knew that
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Devereaux was a man that tortured and murdered her to
insist her he was a demon. She knew of whatever
these things were, they had never caused her any pain.
So right now they were friends, or as close to
friends as she might ever find in a situation like this. Okay,
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tell mey moore, she utters, repressing the earth to sound
at least happy. There is a file on the table
in front of you. It tells you everything you need
to find him. Before the words have entered her mind,
Abigail notices a manila file on the table that she
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had never noticed before. In fact, she couldn't remember recalling
seeing the table either. Thank you, Do you want to
report back? We will know the outcome, the voice said flatly.
Remember Devereux is very old and very cunning. You will
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have to push yourself to the limits and possibly beyond them,
to complete your task. Do not rely on garlic or crucifixes.
You must drain him of every last remaining drop of blood.
But first you must set your mind. This might help
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you to do that. Without warning, a clamping sensation fixes
around aber Girl's head, as if a large hand were
clasping her temples, and then a flash of green light
blinds her before it recedes, fading back into the darkness.
And then there are no voices, no figures in the shadows,
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just Abigail sat in the dark, once again, alone with
the beginnings of a fucking migraine. Fucking weirdos, she says,
as she stands to leave, sat in her car, Abigail
stares at the aging eyes in the mirror. Determination was
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one thing she had always had plenty of, but there
was always a price to pay for it, and she
was looking straight at it. The flecks of gray in
her hair seemed to be spreading. The wrinkles that she
once passed off as laughter lines were now etched caverns
on her delicate porcelain skin. The stress of obviously pursuing
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her sister's killer for years was written across her face,
not to say her body. The athletic frame she had
once been so proud of now sagged in all the
wrong places. The long hours meant that the gym had
become a forgotten luxury. Her growing cynicism at the world
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at large had created a trail of felk relationships. This
wasn't a goal, It was a curse. God, what was
she doing forty two years old and about to walk
into the den of one of the most notorious expected
murderers in the city. A man she knew had been
responsible for countless brutal murders, A man that held a
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vice like grip of fear over the city, A man
known for his treatment of women, his tortures, passions, the
man who murdered her sister. The owner of Purgatory Nightclub,
a den of inequity. If ever, there was one specializing
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in bdism parties, and God knows how many other sinful activities.
A man that the cops could not get a single
lead on, A man that no one seemed to know
anything about. He had no history, no friends, nothing. It
was as if he had just appeared one day, set
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up a club for perverts, and become disgustingly wealthy. Lifting
the Manila file from the passenger seat, Habiguest stared into
the emerald green eyes of or is he called himself now?
Luca Mallam? And they stared right back at her. The
notes from them had said he was seeking an assistant
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after his last one had disappeared? Is she really going
to do this? Could she follow through the same fate
as her sister? Since meeting whatever they were a dream
to become haunted his black hair that always seemed to
be unkempt, his trimmed beard, and those lips somehow, even
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when he smiled, there was always a tint of cruelty
to it. Yeah, she found them so damn sexual. Her
eyes drift closed as the dreams returned to haunt her
once again, the burning sensation of his beard along her thighs,
his teeth biting at that sensitive flash, images of her
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yielding flooding through her body, turning to a beautiful ecstasy
under the heat of his cruel touch, being tied up,
bound and flogged, yielding to his desires, letting him decide
her guilty pleasures. Her eyes opened suddenly, aware of the
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first avalanche of pleasure moving through her body, her skirt
around her waist, her hand rubbing furiously at her throbbing
clt Oh, God, Abigail moans loudly as her body arches
in an intense or chasm. She had no idea she
was bringing on, panting hoarsely these strange, dark fantasies of
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plate has since she met with them every night, hounded
by the desire to submit, to be punished, to be tormented. Why,
she didn't know. She had no idea. These desires had
never occupied her mind before, but right now they were
all she could think of. But she was here to
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do a job, find a way to kill this son
of a bitch, and finally maybe she might get some rest.
Abigail tries to ignore the trickle of damnedness caressing her
thighs as she adjusts her wet panties and straightens her skirt.
Stepping out of the car, her legs shake a little
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as she stands, the feeling of standing in heels unfamiliar
to her, now forcing a harsh sigh from her lips.
She reminds herself, I'm here for one thing, nothing else,
stealing herself to the legendary charisma that was merely feet away.
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Grabbing her resume from the car, perfectly written for the
vacancy of personal assistant, Abigail takes a deep breath and
walks towards the gothic doors that mark the entrance to
Purgatory Nightclub, staring for a moment at the hideous gargoles
that seemed to see straight into her soul. As she
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lifts her hand to pull the bell cord, she expects
a resounding bell chime, maybe a large gong. What she
did not expect was a small, embarrassed tinkle somewhere in
the distance. Minutes passed, not a sound from behind the
hideous wooden doors. Suddenly panicking she might have the time wrong,
Abigail retrieves herself from from the depths of her purse
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nine fifty five am, checking her schedule. Yep, the appointment
was for ten am, so the role of assistant probably
didn't mean a lot to him, but she thought he
might have had the manners to turn up to the interview,
watching the time tick by on her phone. Ten am, okay,
she was going to sit in her car and give
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him fifteen minutes, and then she was definitely going back
home and blowing off this waste of time. Screwed, Luca Mallam, screwed,
whatever they were, this was obviously another bum lead. But
she would find him and she would kill him. Obviously
not today, but she would. Fumbling for her keys in
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her purse, her mood did not approve as they fall
toward the ground. Suddenly they were suspended in mid air,
floating on a strong hand, long fingers clasped around them tightly.
You should be more careful, miss Arbah, a voice says,
next to her ear. It must be next to her ear,
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She knows it must. She can feel the heat of
his breath caressing her skin in such a filthy way.
But the sound, the sound wasn't coming through her ears.
That sound was grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples, and
sliding with vicious determination down a stone, and clutching her
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pussy so hard it forced an audible gasp from her lips.
Get a grip, Abigail, It's just a voice, a voice
that belongs to a normal man with green eyes, dark hair,
and those lips. Another gasp betrays her thoughts. Abigail pushes
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her fingernails viciously into a palm as she clenches her fist,
forcing hers if to regain control as she turns on
the hill, defiantly staring into those eyes, ignoring the wildfire
burning between her thighs, and says, mister mallam, I'm glad
you could make it, even if you are a little late,
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smiling as warmly as she dare. His lips twist, eventually
transforming into a beautifully cruel smile. And this is why
I need an assistant. If I can make sure my
sorry ass was everywhere it was meant to be when
it was meant to be there, miss Harper, and we
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would not be speaking right now. Placing the keys in
her hand before guiding her back towards the doors to Hell,
his hand pressing on the small of her back in
a possessive way, the power of his thumb pressing in
just such a way to keep all her hotspots well
and truly inflamed, pushing the door open, which, surprisingly for
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such a large door, it made no sound at all.
Luca guided her along the corridor, releasing the pressure on
her back. When they arrived at a small door in
the paneled wall. Careful as you walked through. It's dark
and there are stairs straight down, he whispered, so close Toria,
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she could feel every nerve trembling in anticipation that he
might actually kiss her neck. Desire blisters up her back
at the caress of his breath, the heat of his
body burning through her shirt, sending waves of erotic anticipation,
rushing up and down a spine. Cursing herself, she needs
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to shut these unwonted desires from her mind. Where the
fuck did they come from? She never even imagined anything
kinkier than giving a blow job before she had met
whatever they were. Now, her mind was constantly flooded with
such dark desires, things she could never even have contemplated before.
Her body ate for these painful delights in such a
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way that she just didn't know what to do. As
they reached the bottom of the stone steps, he guides
it to a seat on one side of a large
wooden desk while he sits on the other side, Studying
her for a moment, he eventually asked, you know what
sort of club we are? The entertainment we provide, yes,
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her voice stumbling over the sudden images flashing in her mind.
Good it saves a lot of explaining, he says, before
standing and walking around the desk. Follow me, Standing and
following him through a pair of heavy velvet curtains at
the rear of the room, Abigail is stunned by the
various bondage and torture devices that lay beyond. My customers
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come here for a show, he says, smirking little, and
I like to give them one. His fingers linger longingly
on a metal bar of one device. This is an
air manacle, for example. It is so simple and yet
so entertaining. So tell me, miss Harper, have you ever
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been manacled? His green eye is fixing on hers, as
if he were staring into her soul. The imager erupts
in her mind of being manacled, of being flogged, of
being fucked so hard she can barely stand. No, No,
I haven't, Abigail whispers, her mouth dry from the desire
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pulsing between her thighs. His gaze holding hers, he whispers,
but you want to. I can smell how much that
idea turns you on. That cruel smiler erupts over his
lips as he moves closer to the bar. Try it,
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miss Harper, he says, smiling as if knowing his words
are to request, but a command that she cannot deny
without knowing why. She suddenly finds her wrist pressed against
a cold metal as it swings another bar over and
secures the manacles closed. Slowly, walking behind Abigail, he leans
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in so close she can feel his cold breath against
her neck. Darkly, he whispers, I can read your thoughts.
You know, I know why you are here. He pulls
hard on a rope and the manacles rise high in
the air, pulling Abigail off the ground. Fear burns for
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her body as she suddenly realizes how vulnerable she is
trapped by this murderer. How could she have been so
fucking stupid? Yet, even as that thought rubs in her mind,
another one floods over it, the thought of being flogged
while she hangs here, A being fuked, and there was
nothing she could do about it. Of the torturous delights,
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this man was an expert in her pussy. Defiantly begins
to weep her pleasure the warm caress of a desire,
tracing a line down her thigh, moving her hand inside
her shirt. His eyes glare a terrifying mixture of green
and red as he rips the material and casts it
to the floor. Her breasts exposed to the cold hour
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of the cellar, her nipples force and to painful peaks,
the desire burning through her body making them make even harder.
Plucking one finger on the front of her braw, he whispers,
such beautifully formed, petite breass, Such a shame to hide
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them behind the lace. Another harsh put in her bras
snaps painfully across her back. Slowly, looka traces a fingernail
around her breast. The sharp pain is now punctuated by
the wildfire moving through a pussy. Slowly, he traces a
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single fingernail down her stomach. Under a stinging caress. Her
core clutches. Her pussy throbs in anticipation of where that
finger go as he finds a waistband to a skirt,
fingering it while he holds her gaze. With one sudden movement,
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he snaps her waistband and her skirt falls to the ground.
Grinning maliciously. He watches her face for a moment, watches
her reaction as his hand traces the line of her panties,
realizing how embarrassingly wat she is as his fingers traced
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between her thighs and caressing the soft material of her lace,
before sliding back up to her waistband, again sliding one
finger inside. He rips her panties off with another sudden movement,
her pussy pulsing violently as the cold air bites at
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her clead. She is suddenly aware of how naked and
exposure is and how it turned on. She is by
the whole idea of what he is doing. Where did
these salts come from? Where did these desires? These needs?
He turns and grabs a leather strap from the side,
Strapping it tightly around her ankle. He pulls it so
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it snaps shut, fixing her leg out at an awkward angle,
and then the other leg to another strap. A pussy
exposed to the air to this man before he returns
to the rope of the manacles and lowers her a little,
then tightens a rope of the feet, suspending her so
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she is now almost horizontal in the air, so prone,
so vulnerable. Desire courses through Abigil's body as she realizes
he can do anything he wants to her right now,
and she can't stop him. Or goes silent for a
moment before Aberghet is shot to fiel the biting some
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sation of a flogger against a thigh, its coarse straps,
biting at her sensitive skin, her pussy responding in a
beautiful symphony at the wave of wildfire moving up and
down her body. Again, another thrush of the flogger, this
time on the other thigh, her body feeling like electricity
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is burning through it, every cell, every fiber, tensing in pleasure.
As he moves around behind her head, pulling her hair down,
he whispers, I know exactly why you're here. She moans
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loudly from pleasure in pain as he pulls her hair,
and suddenly she feels the tip of his hard cock
geezing between her lips, pushing deep into her mouth, the
very tip of it pushing at the back of her throat,
forcing her gag reflex, her body tensing with the pleasure
coursing through her. Why the fuck will she enjoying this
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so much? Why did she feel on the very edge
of coming just by having him fuck her mouth so hard?
As he pushes deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching
her lips around his girth, she can feel him swelling,
throbbing even larger in her mouth, pulsing as the first
drops of pre comb drop into her throat, and then
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suddenly he withdraws, stepping away. He walks around her, moving
between her thighs, teasing his cock along the lips of
her pussy, forcing a loud mourn of desire from Amber
Girl's lips. Suspended in air, she can offer no resistance,
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no assistance, as he hammers a heart thrust into a pussy,
his fingers reaching around her nipples. He grasps her breast
hard as he pulls her back into each and every thrust,
fucking her deeper and deeper her body like some mechanism,
just fucking his herd cock. As she feels her body
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trembling already, her thighs tensing, she can feel her or
guess him and why why is she going to come
so hard when he is doing nothing but torture her,
The sensations moving through her body burning like a wildfire
as she feels his cock swelling inside of her, her
lips stretching around his girth as he growls deeply within
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his chest. His body tightens in hers titans in response,
her pussy clutching at his cock, needing to come, needing
that satisfaction she has needed since she first saw him. When,
with the explosion of his cock inside of her, she
feels her body tremble in beautiful orchasm. Her head rolls back,
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feeling his warm com pulsing inside of her pussy, her
own body trembling in the air with the waves of
pleasure moving up and down her skin. He withdraws seems
to be pulling something heavy across the floor before he
returns to her head. I know exactly who you are,
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miss Harper, and why you are here, he whispers, before
releasing both ropes. Abigail falling, winding herself as she lands
hard on metal bars. He slams a cage lid shut
over Abbot Girl's bruised and sated body. Clicking the lock shut,
Luca turns and strides towards the velvet curtains. Glancing back,
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he snarles, I just haven't decided what to do with you. Yet,
so for part two you'll have to wait till next Monday,
and gives you a nice little teaser of what's to come.
How will she escape her metal cage? How was she
it's away from? And kill the man that's killed her
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sister already? Well, you'll have to wait till next week
to find out. So I look forward to seeing you again.
We can get wild and bad all over again, but
for now and always with your pleasure in mind. This
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is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams as into
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over at tactic
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