Sweet and Sour Slaughters

The candy man is open for business.
But who should appear but a blonde blue eyed bombshell.
She had smooth slender legs, big bouncy breasts, and she was a keg I wanted to tap.
With bloodshot eyes she begged me for some service.

"You got the goods Miss?"
"My name is Eternal and I need a fix!"
My name is Dick and let me show my products."
She picked out ecstasy and snorted four lines of heroin
I offered Eternal some shots and she drank them like water.

Shot after shot we consumed as I watched her slip in and out of consciousness.
In a moment of unconsciousness I dragged her back to my place.
I cuffed her arms to the bed posts and tied one of her legs with rope.
I took my knife cutting her blouse; I unbuttoned her jeans and took off her underwear.
I smelled each article of clothing as my beast of burden screamed for action.
I ripped off my clothes like they were acidic except for my underwear.

I threw a shot in her face and she came around.
She coughed then screamed when she realized the danger she was in.
"Your screams are my ecstasy" I said as I cut her breasts ever so gently.
"You bastard", was all she could muster but I didn't care as she tried to twist away.
"You like candy, don't you?"
She nodded and the screams subsided at that moment.
I gave her some more ecstasy and it pleased her.

"You will do what I say, if you want some more candy."
She nodded, terrified as I climbed her naked Mount Everest.
I was squeezing the peaks like they were dollar bills.
I nibbled on her right ear, licked it then batted it back and forth with my tongue.
"I am going to give you some sour balls."
Her quiet screams angered me, then I slapped her and called her a bitch.
I gave her some more ecstasy and then she calmed down.
I unleashed my beast of burden from its cage; my rolls royce parked in an open space in her mouth.
I moaned as her tongue tantilized my base and I released my essence.
My hopes were springing eternally.
No one is going to care about her even though she is hot.
To me she is just a jaded junkie whore.
Her gags made my conquest less fulfilling so I exited her.

"Too sour for you, well how about I sweeten the deal.
So I went into the kitchen and poured some sugar on me.
I was hot, sticky, sweet, and sour but drenched in sweetness for her pleasure.
I positioned myself on top of her once more.
I rocked my dick back and forth in the air like an airplane trying to land.
I taxied my jet into her mouth of propulsion.
"Now suck my balls again you psychedlic slut!"
She groaned and moaned taking in my sugary erect dick.

An hour later her moans were grating on my nerves.
So I sliced her up.
I cut the breasts even deeper but made small strikes down her abdomen.
I drank her sour juices until that wasn't enough for me.
After that I slashed her chest and her stomach.
I consumed her heart, forever reminding myself of the pleasure I got.

I spared her pussy because my dick craved some anal delight.
I worked over her deceased drugged out body.
Euphoric images of dancing with angels while listening to Rob Zombie played in my mind.
"Dig through the ditches and piss through the bitches driving in my Drugula."
I sang that for what seemed to be hours.
After I finished I pissed on her once more then wrapped her up in my sheets.
I drove her to the river and deposited her body down a stream that whizzed her over the edge.
She was just another one of my sweet and sour slaughters.