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Virgin Vengeance Feast

   Although I was a young teenager when the movie The Last American Virgin came out, I still had the opportunity to watch this rater R cult classic.  Making for a more interesting circumstance, I had a rough relationship during this period, making for some rather heightened anger issues to surface as I watched this movie.  The lead actress was incredibly sexy and went on to a few other movies I liked, but none had the negative impact that this movie and her character had on me.  The betrayal without apparent consequences fueled my irrational anger at the circumstances in this movie.  Needless to say, there have been plenty of fantasies which involved serious retribution against the character, Karen.

As I began perusing the internet in later years, I came across DeviantArt and artists such as ForbiddenFeast (I don't know how to insert the small icon and link to their DA page, sorry), who did excellent work putting an image together for me to build a short story around.  .  With the potential of commissions, I decided that Karen should be the first commission request and I ould develop a short, short story surrounding it.  Most of my short stories are around 50 pages, so this single setting event fits best in a Musings section which I decided I’ll post on my own DA journal page exclusively.  All my stories are written as if I write them in journals, just so you understand the context.  The scenario I chose for this takes place shortly after I, the betrayed character, drive away immediately after leaving Karen’s home.after the discovery of the betrayal.  Although the movie was a drama, I think I’ll toss in a bit of fantasy elements as that was included in the commission.  And my usual weirdness takes a few steps in as well, so be prepared for something that wouldn’t have occurred in the movie.  I’ve even played through part of the movie, with me taking on the relevant male roles as needed, just to get into the spirit.

The Last American Virgin – The Fantasy Extended Ending

I’d arrived at my new mansion a few minutes ago after driving around for a few hours (well, really only a few minutes, but hours will have passed since I’d left the kitchen of that bitch).  I was standing at the fireplace, still seething over the events that had occurred a few hours ago.  The mansion understood.  It was automatic, desiring to make me happy again, by whatever means necessary.  And with Jake in control, that meant many options.  I had been greeted at the door by her, but not her.  Karen.  The I wanted to wrap my fingers around the troat of.  The one I wanted to beat to a pulp.  After all I had done for her, even though I hadn’t really expected things to work out in my favor, at least it would have been nice if she hadn’t so blatantly betrayed and used me.

But this wasn’t the girl I had left in the kitchen, kissing her girlfriend.  As pleasurable as it was to watch, I had to be angry at the betrayal that had been part of the story.  This was a duplicate, a clone, prepared by the mansion as part of the attempt calm me, satisfy me.  She met me at the door, her head down, the look on her face one of submission, one of abject pleading for forgiveness, her demeanor prepared for any reaction I had.  As I entered, I closed the door behind me an walked towards her.  She backed up against the wall and I pressed into her, the heat of my anger making her shudder slightly.  She whispered an apology and indicated that dinner would be ready in half an hour.  She looked up at my face, fear spreading across her own face at the fury on mine.  She did not try to leave or defend herself if I struck out at her.  And so much I wanted to find a release for my anger.

Instead of striking out, I turned and walked, fist clinched, into the living room and stood in front of the burning fireplace.  There I stood for minutes on end, or so it seemed.  Shortly, I hear the padding of bare feet behind me and a whispered voice of Karen letting me know that dinner was ready.  I turned towards her and approached, staring into her eyes, still with an outraged look on my face.  She looked down but did not try to retreat.  I reached up to her and held her face, her soft cheek warm to my touch.  She apologized again and again, a tear rolling down her face.  She swears that unlike her “sister”, she would never have betrayed me.  That I am her world, to do with as I pleased.  I kissed her lightly on the lips, my anger still palpable but not directed at her specifically.  After a few seconds of kissing, I lead her to the dining room.

The dining table is laid out in banquet style, but only two places are set.  My own place is at the head of the table and a second place is set next to me on one side around the corner of the table.  To the two o’clock placement from my plate lies Karen’s original head, her now open white eyes staring in my direction but seeing the oblivion that exists inside the remains of her brain.  The rest of her naked body laid out upon the table, carved in preparation for the feast I am about to gorge myself on.  The thick sections clearly baked to perfection like succulent country ham, her dismembered body covered in the sweet juices she was basted in.

Karen’s replacement steps to one side and begins moving a container on wheels to the placement setting across from her own.  The container’s boundaries are not visible and yet are there keeping its occupant inside with no difficulty.  The boundary is not a physical material such as glass but an almost invisible electrostatic barrier.  And though on Earth “paranormal” entities such as ghosts or demons are not real, my wonderful Jake provides the needed extra ambiance to make the scenario appear all the more real by placing a ghost-like image of the original Karen inside the container.  The image looks at me with a mix of sadness, remorse, and perhaps even outrage tucked deep away.  If there is truly regret within that energy entity that remains of her original self, then it only exists because of her current condition.  Were she still alive, still out among the world that help to make her the way she was, she would not feel one iota of regret and, perhaps, even feeling willing to repeat such an act upon another fool to fall for her if the opportunity presented itself.

I stand behind my seat, staring at the apparition, while my new loving Karen walks around me and sits upon her own seat at the table.  The apparition does not move or react, as if frozen in the moment, her only thoughts appearing upon her face.  I then move to sit down in my own seat and momentarily look to the physical head of the original Karen.  Those still very inviting lips, glistening with the cooking juices, are in a neutral line, though I detect a slight downturn at the corners.  I reach up with my closest hand and rub my thumb gently across those lips.  These are the lips I kissed in hopes of love and commitment.  The lips of one I gave my heart to in aid when she needed it.  The lips who smiled at me in betrayal only a few hours ago.  Not the  lips that I kissed shortly before entering the dining room.  Not the lips I would kiss and caress later this evening and forever more.

My new Karen reaches out and takes the carving knife and carving fork in hand and slices the luscious left breast, with the pert puffy nipple, and places the meat on my plate.  She then serves me some of the potatoes and other vegetables from among the other food on the table.  After serving me, including pouring a glass of sweet tea for me (I never could get the hang  of enjoying alcohol in any form, even wine or champagne), she carves meat from the back of one leg and places it on her own plate along with some vegetables for herself.

   We begin eating our meal, no words spoken between us.  I eat both breasts the cunt steak, and both cheeks.  The new Karen devours the rest except for hands and feet.  We also finish off the rest of the potatoes and vegetables.  The meat is juicy and I savor each bite, looking up at the apparition seeing the look on her face as we devour her physical body.  Her lack of tears only seems to be due to a lack of physical nature to her.  I hold up one breast, the left one with the delicious puffy nipple and suck at that nipple, drawing forth the meat juices within, licking the nipple which actually grows hard between my teeth.  I hear the new Karen moan beside me as she watches me suck at the nipple, clearly wishing it were her own nipple being sucked on.  Biting off the entire nipple, I rolled the hard nub inside my mouth, then chewed it into tiny bits, followed by the reast of the breast meat.

The cunt steak was also juicy, a combination of cum and meat juices flowing from it.  The lips were still soft and I licked at the space between them, the new Karen actually arching her back imagining my licking at her own pussy lips.  All the while the apparition watched, her hands opening and closing into fists, a scowl building on her face as if I alone had committed a wrong, her own responsibility in these affairs completely that of an innocent party.  But she could not voice her opinion and it only infuriated her all the more.  She could not even loo away or close her eyes.  She had to endure what she was forced to witness, just as she deserved.  

The new Karen and I finished our meal and, standing from the table, together pushed the container with the apparition of the original Karen into the den where other containers, like large trophy cases, were situated throughout, each containing female characters much like Karen who had betrayed relationships, especially as teenagers in various stories.  These unmoving apparitions held angry facial expressions, aware of their surroundings and what was happening around them but anable to interact, to move from their current position or encapsulation.  We place her off to one side, facing the center of the room and the new Karen, the only Karen that matters to any degree to me now, follows me to the center of the room, in full view of the trapped apparitions.

Karen looks up at me longingly, and I reach up holding each side of her face with both hands and pull her close for a log, passionate kiss.  She responds both with a kiss in return as well as putting both arms around me and holding tight.  Stepping forward, I rub my crotch against her naked crotch flesh and she presses in farther, rubbing against me.  And there, among the forest of betrayers, the remains of the originals who have been the inspiration for so many who felt betrayal of others was just a part of growing up, I made love to another replacement, a replacement who was now mine in mind and body, while their apparition of what would have been a soul look on.  So many others have I touched here in front of their original selves, tasting of Karen, having her suck my cock and spread her inviting legs to provide deep access to every orifice, becoming forever mine in ways the original never would have.  And, as we partook of every inch of each other, the other replacements joined us in the center of the room where an orgy to welcome the newest replacement had become and would last for days to come.
Book I

Up next is a ancient history/fantasy scenario taking place in an ancient Roman city of power where I'll purchase a slave warrior woman.  As we travel across the land, the warrior slave and I will battle Amazon tribes, conquer cities, do a little dungeon crawl, and I'll even morph into a creature or two take on some of our enemies as we battle to tame, and eventually take over, the ancient world.  This will be a series which should span several books.

A sci fi series follows the fantasy with a lusty crew, a rather small but powerful ship, an interesting way to have a large crew on a small ship, space pirate fighting, exploring and conquering new worlds, and generally having one heck of a good time!  (Did I mention sci fi is my FAVORITE genre?)

And finally the dark drama series.  This one is more difficult as you read the beginning of the books about my views about fiction and reality not being the same.  This is difficult because the setting is similar to a "real world", like a crime/police drama.  So it deals with fictional acts, in an alternate world where crime, committed by me if they knew, was acceptable but crime committed by others, as well as accusations made against my crimes, is bad and... dealt with in what mockingly is referred to as court.  This isn't the funny parody but the dark parody of what one would expect things to actually be like.  Still, I want to have a bit of dark pleasure beyond the horror genre, and a dark drama like this can let me do this.  I just have to make sure the reader and others KNOW that the contents are entirely fictional and the real world does NOT operate in this manner.

Book II and beyond.

While three genres have a series design, the horror and reunion genres don't.

A couple of horror stories include a cheerleader hunt.  A nice little horror story of captured cheerleaders set loose on a deserted island, hunt by me in various ways, some not quite so normal.

And, of course, what's a horror genre without the classic camp by the lake filled with sorority girls all waiting to be massacred by an evil killer?

Another class reunion story, this time with my second girlfriend.  This one also did not end well because I took the word of some supposed friends and broke up with her.  Time to fix that one too.  I see some oil wrestling for her and some other students and a bit of walking into my future college life to have some play time with her and some of the women from my college days.  A good time to make up a sorority house on our fictional campus.

Later reunion stories to include some past co-workers and some situations that would have made for some interesting alternative history for me.  Sometimes, history needs a little rewriting, and my ship makes it all possible.
In book I, so far I have 2 short stories completed as well as 2 "musing" intermissions.

Story 1:
Family Reunion

I've brought into us a version of my girlfriend, her sister, and my girlfriend's 3 daughters and her sister's 1 daughter.  As the "reality" is of the creation provided by the ultra advanced computer, Jake, whose female avatar makes an appearance in this story as well, all the characters are 18 years old, the youngest any creation can be.

There is a great deal of sexual intimacy, a little revision on real world events with the sister and my girlfriend, some very interesting torture room session, and an even more fantastical family barbecue with sex, shrunken women, and a good deal of delicious vore.

Spider In The Mall

This is the first horror story with my body manipulation as a form of very tall humanoid spider.  A nice ten floor mall forms the setting for this sex and violence filled story, complete with some interesting vore elements and an army of tiny women.  It may not be the stuff of horror novels or movies, but if you use your imagination, you'll have a few bad dreams.

In Book II:
I shifted a reunion story here instead of filling Book I with reunion stories then placing genres separated into each following book.  This gives a little diversity and doesn't make it seem too repetitive.

Class Reunion I

This involves a revision of personal history with my first girlfriend.  Of course, in the scenarios, we're 18 years old, but I can still use the setting of the school that we attended.  In the first part of this story, I finally make up for one of the most embarrassing parts of our relationship as kids.  An event that probably had the negative impact on our real world relationship is now bringing us together the right way.  After this, its cooking class time with a shrunken meal and an interesting beverage dispenser.  From there, it's a little torture session with one of the female adults from out past and, finally, off to the bedroom for the first of our first times together.  Ah, the power of the "do over"... and over... and over... and over...
When I hoped to write a story during my much younger days, it was always a nice science fiction story along the same lines of many of the familiar published stories and even TV series.  I'd get a story worked up in my head, write down a title, maybe even put down a few paragraphs...  the lose interest, or not know really where to go with a story.

Who knew that the one book I'd actually put together wouldn't be for the general science fiction audience, but for a more adult audience.  In fact, who knew I'd ever put down on "paper" what I had only ever fantasized about.

But, I've actually started just that.  The first draft wasn't something I ever thought I would actually flesh out, such as I have, or that I would take time to write some of the stories/scenarios I enjoyed in my head all this time.  So, I've decided to post the fleshed out version, as well as the Author's Note of a hopefully published collection of short, adult, stories.  There are now almost 3 stories completed, with a couple of intermission "musings between them, on top of what you see in my gallery.

At first, I thought maybe grouping a series of books by genre.  But after seeing two of the stories one after the other, they seemed almost, though not quite, repetitive.  A family reunion story, followed by a school reunion story, then possibly another school reunion story and a couple of reunions with old co-workers.  Somehow mixing the genres in each book allows a better appearing diversity.  A reunion story, a horror story, then an ancient world fantasy story, then sci fi, then perhaps a dark drama.  And do this among about 3 or 4 books.

I really can't believe I've already written over 100 pages in the first book alone, and I expect at least another 100 pages before I publish the first book.

Of course, I also get rather chatty and raging in a certain section before the Author's note where I put the bit about this being a work of fiction and how only adults who can tell the difference between fiction and reality should even think of reading these stories.  I have a very low opinion of those, including those claiming to be experts, who try to claim if you are exposed to and have an interest in fiction, that you must want the events of the fictional stories to be real.  Fiction and reality are two separate things and the two shall never be one, regardless of how mundane the fiction might bee.  So, frankly, those making such claims are less tethered to the real world than those fantasizing about extreme acts.  Individuals with real mental illness can't tell the difference between fiction and reality and act upon it.  Not everyone who reads fiction is mentally ill.

Now I've had my say on that.

There are a lot of shout outs both in the DeviantArt community and elsewhere that have fed my interests in these subjects.  You'll see a number of them in my Favorites sections.  There are also authors in the Amazon Kindle marketplace that have influenced some of my writing.  It is in fact Amazon Kindle marketplace where I'll be publishing my stories.
Virgin Vengeance Feast

   Although I was a young teenager when the movie The Last American Virgin came out, I still had the opportunity to watch this rater R cult classic.  Making for a more interesting circumstance, I had a rough relationship during this period, making for some rather heightened anger issues to surface as I watched this movie.  The lead actress was incredibly sexy and went on to a few other movies I liked, but none had the negative impact that this movie and her character had on me.  The betrayal without apparent consequences fueled my irrational anger at the circumstances in this movie.  Needless to say, there have been plenty of fantasies which involved serious retribution against the character, Karen.

As I began perusing the internet in later years, I came across DeviantArt and artists such as ForbiddenFeast (I don't know how to insert the small icon and link to their DA page, sorry), who did excellent work putting an image together for me to build a short story around.  .  With the potential of commissions, I decided that Karen should be the first commission request and I ould develop a short, short story surrounding it.  Most of my short stories are around 50 pages, so this single setting event fits best in a Musings section which I decided I’ll post on my own DA journal page exclusively.  All my stories are written as if I write them in journals, just so you understand the context.  The scenario I chose for this takes place shortly after I, the betrayed character, drive away immediately after leaving Karen’s home.after the discovery of the betrayal.  Although the movie was a drama, I think I’ll toss in a bit of fantasy elements as that was included in the commission.  And my usual weirdness takes a few steps in as well, so be prepared for something that wouldn’t have occurred in the movie.  I’ve even played through part of the movie, with me taking on the relevant male roles as needed, just to get into the spirit.

The Last American Virgin – The Fantasy Extended Ending

I’d arrived at my new mansion a few minutes ago after driving around for a few hours (well, really only a few minutes, but hours will have passed since I’d left the kitchen of that bitch).  I was standing at the fireplace, still seething over the events that had occurred a few hours ago.  The mansion understood.  It was automatic, desiring to make me happy again, by whatever means necessary.  And with Jake in control, that meant many options.  I had been greeted at the door by her, but not her.  Karen.  The I wanted to wrap my fingers around the troat of.  The one I wanted to beat to a pulp.  After all I had done for her, even though I hadn’t really expected things to work out in my favor, at least it would have been nice if she hadn’t so blatantly betrayed and used me.

But this wasn’t the girl I had left in the kitchen, kissing her girlfriend.  As pleasurable as it was to watch, I had to be angry at the betrayal that had been part of the story.  This was a duplicate, a clone, prepared by the mansion as part of the attempt calm me, satisfy me.  She met me at the door, her head down, the look on her face one of submission, one of abject pleading for forgiveness, her demeanor prepared for any reaction I had.  As I entered, I closed the door behind me an walked towards her.  She backed up against the wall and I pressed into her, the heat of my anger making her shudder slightly.  She whispered an apology and indicated that dinner would be ready in half an hour.  She looked up at my face, fear spreading across her own face at the fury on mine.  She did not try to leave or defend herself if I struck out at her.  And so much I wanted to find a release for my anger.

Instead of striking out, I turned and walked, fist clinched, into the living room and stood in front of the burning fireplace.  There I stood for minutes on end, or so it seemed.  Shortly, I hear the padding of bare feet behind me and a whispered voice of Karen letting me know that dinner was ready.  I turned towards her and approached, staring into her eyes, still with an outraged look on my face.  She looked down but did not try to retreat.  I reached up to her and held her face, her soft cheek warm to my touch.  She apologized again and again, a tear rolling down her face.  She swears that unlike her “sister”, she would never have betrayed me.  That I am her world, to do with as I pleased.  I kissed her lightly on the lips, my anger still palpable but not directed at her specifically.  After a few seconds of kissing, I lead her to the dining room.

The dining table is laid out in banquet style, but only two places are set.  My own place is at the head of the table and a second place is set next to me on one side around the corner of the table.  To the two o’clock placement from my plate lies Karen’s original head, her now open white eyes staring in my direction but seeing the oblivion that exists inside the remains of her brain.  The rest of her naked body laid out upon the table, carved in preparation for the feast I am about to gorge myself on.  The thick sections clearly baked to perfection like succulent country ham, her dismembered body covered in the sweet juices she was basted in.

Karen’s replacement steps to one side and begins moving a container on wheels to the placement setting across from her own.  The container’s boundaries are not visible and yet are there keeping its occupant inside with no difficulty.  The boundary is not a physical material such as glass but an almost invisible electrostatic barrier.  And though on Earth “paranormal” entities such as ghosts or demons are not real, my wonderful Jake provides the needed extra ambiance to make the scenario appear all the more real by placing a ghost-like image of the original Karen inside the container.  The image looks at me with a mix of sadness, remorse, and perhaps even outrage tucked deep away.  If there is truly regret within that energy entity that remains of her original self, then it only exists because of her current condition.  Were she still alive, still out among the world that help to make her the way she was, she would not feel one iota of regret and, perhaps, even feeling willing to repeat such an act upon another fool to fall for her if the opportunity presented itself.

I stand behind my seat, staring at the apparition, while my new loving Karen walks around me and sits upon her own seat at the table.  The apparition does not move or react, as if frozen in the moment, her only thoughts appearing upon her face.  I then move to sit down in my own seat and momentarily look to the physical head of the original Karen.  Those still very inviting lips, glistening with the cooking juices, are in a neutral line, though I detect a slight downturn at the corners.  I reach up with my closest hand and rub my thumb gently across those lips.  These are the lips I kissed in hopes of love and commitment.  The lips of one I gave my heart to in aid when she needed it.  The lips who smiled at me in betrayal only a few hours ago.  Not the  lips that I kissed shortly before entering the dining room.  Not the lips I would kiss and caress later this evening and forever more.

My new Karen reaches out and takes the carving knife and carving fork in hand and slices the luscious left breast, with the pert puffy nipple, and places the meat on my plate.  She then serves me some of the potatoes and other vegetables from among the other food on the table.  After serving me, including pouring a glass of sweet tea for me (I never could get the hang  of enjoying alcohol in any form, even wine or champagne), she carves meat from the back of one leg and places it on her own plate along with some vegetables for herself.

   We begin eating our meal, no words spoken between us.  I eat both breasts the cunt steak, and both cheeks.  The new Karen devours the rest except for hands and feet.  We also finish off the rest of the potatoes and vegetables.  The meat is juicy and I savor each bite, looking up at the apparition seeing the look on her face as we devour her physical body.  Her lack of tears only seems to be due to a lack of physical nature to her.  I hold up one breast, the left one with the delicious puffy nipple and suck at that nipple, drawing forth the meat juices within, licking the nipple which actually grows hard between my teeth.  I hear the new Karen moan beside me as she watches me suck at the nipple, clearly wishing it were her own nipple being sucked on.  Biting off the entire nipple, I rolled the hard nub inside my mouth, then chewed it into tiny bits, followed by the reast of the breast meat.

The cunt steak was also juicy, a combination of cum and meat juices flowing from it.  The lips were still soft and I licked at the space between them, the new Karen actually arching her back imagining my licking at her own pussy lips.  All the while the apparition watched, her hands opening and closing into fists, a scowl building on her face as if I alone had committed a wrong, her own responsibility in these affairs completely that of an innocent party.  But she could not voice her opinion and it only infuriated her all the more.  She could not even loo away or close her eyes.  She had to endure what she was forced to witness, just as she deserved.  

The new Karen and I finished our meal and, standing from the table, together pushed the container with the apparition of the original Karen into the den where other containers, like large trophy cases, were situated throughout, each containing female characters much like Karen who had betrayed relationships, especially as teenagers in various stories.  These unmoving apparitions held angry facial expressions, aware of their surroundings and what was happening around them but anable to interact, to move from their current position or encapsulation.  We place her off to one side, facing the center of the room and the new Karen, the only Karen that matters to any degree to me now, follows me to the center of the room, in full view of the trapped apparitions.

Karen looks up at me longingly, and I reach up holding each side of her face with both hands and pull her close for a log, passionate kiss.  She responds both with a kiss in return as well as putting both arms around me and holding tight.  Stepping forward, I rub my crotch against her naked crotch flesh and she presses in farther, rubbing against me.  And there, among the forest of betrayers, the remains of the originals who have been the inspiration for so many who felt betrayal of others was just a part of growing up, I made love to another replacement, a replacement who was now mine in mind and body, while their apparition of what would have been a soul look on.  So many others have I touched here in front of their original selves, tasting of Karen, having her suck my cock and spread her inviting legs to provide deep access to every orifice, becoming forever mine in ways the original never would have.  And, as we partook of every inch of each other, the other replacements joined us in the center of the room where an orgy to welcome the newest replacement had become and would last for days to come.

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