In a quiet suburban neighborhood, Marianne, a curvy brunette with a predatory smile, lived with her oblivious husband, Tom, in a quaint two-story house. By day, she was a doting wife; by night, a ravenous monster. Her hunger demanded a fresh victim each evening, and tonight, she’d lured 29-year-old Jake, a lanky delivery driver, into her basement with a fake sob story about a broken pipe. The basement was a soundproofed hell, chains on the walls, a stained mattress, a butcher’s table in the corner. Marianne’s green eyes glinted as she locked the door, her silk robe slipping off, revealing her heavy tits, her shaved cunt already wet, her ass plump and ready.
Jake’s eyes widened, his cock twitching in his jeans at the sight of her, but fear crept in as she chained his wrists to the wall, his ankles spread, his clothes ripped off. “What the fuck?” he stammered, but Marianne smirked, her hand stroking his 7-inch cock, making it hard despite his terror. “You’re mine tonight,” she purred, her voice dripping with hunger, her lips wrapping around his shaft, sucking hard, her tongue swirling, his precum salty on her taste buds. Jake groaned, his hips bucking, but Marianne bit down, her teeth grazing his cock, making him scream as she deepthroated him, her throat clenching, his balls tightening, cum shooting down her gullet, hot and thick.
She pulled off, his cum dripping down her chin, and straddled him, her cunt slamming onto his still-hard cock, her pussy walls gripping him tight, her juices soaking his shaft as she rode him brutal, her tits bouncing, her nails raking his chest. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Jake gasped, but Marianne’s eyes darkened, her hips slamming harder, her cunt milking him, forcing him to cum again, his seed flooding her womb, her moans feral. She didn’t stop, riding him raw, his cock aching, her pussy relentless, her ass slapping his thighs, her clit grinding against him, her orgasms shaking her body, cum gushing down his shaft.
Marianne unchained him, throwing him onto the mattress, his body trembling, his cock raw but hard from her insatiable hunger. She mounted his face, her cunt smothering him, her juices choking him as she ground her clit on his tongue, forcing him to eat her out, her moans echoing, her pussy gushing, his face slick with her cum. “Lick it, bitch,” she growled, her hands gripping his hair, her hips bucking, another orgasm ripping through her, her cunt flooding his mouth, his gasps muffled, his lungs burning.
She flipped him onto his stomach, her hands spreading his ass, her tongue rimming his tight hole, making him squirm, his cock throbbing against the mattress. Marianne grabbed a 10-inch strap-on from the table, the dildo black and veiny, and strapped it on, her eyes wild. She spat on his ass, the glob of saliva dripping down his crack, and rammed the dildo into his shitter, no lube, just raw force, his ass stretching wide, his screams raw as she fucked him relentless, the dildo slamming his prostate, his cock leaking precum, his body jerking. “Take it, you little slut,” she hissed, her thrusts brutal, her hands slapping his ass, her cunt dripping down her thighs, her orgasm building as she pounded him, his ass gaping, cum leaking from his cock, forced out by the pressure.
Marianne pulled out, the dildo slick with his juices, and forced it into his mouth, the taste of his own ass gagging him, his throat clenching as she skull-fucked him, her hips slamming, the dildo choking him, puke and cum spilling from his lips. She straddled his cock again, her cunt slamming down, riding him harder, her pussy walls crushing him, his cock raw, his balls empty, but she forced another orgasm from him, his seed a weak dribble, her cunt gushing, her moans unhinged. Jake’s body shook, his heart racing, his breath shallow, but Marianne kept going, her hunger insatiable, her pussy relentless, fucking him to the edge of death.
She flipped him onto his back, her hands choking his throat, her cunt still riding his cock, her pussy milking him dry, his body convulsing, his eyes rolling back, his cock twitching one last time, a final spurt of cum leaking as his heart gave out, his body going limp beneath her. Marianne climaxed, her cunt gushing, her scream echoing as she fucked his corpse, her pussy soaking his dead cock, her hunger shifting from sex to flesh.
She dragged his body to the butcher’s table, her teeth sinking into his throat, the taste of his sweat and cum still on her lips as she tore into his flesh, her jaw unhinging, her teeth razor-sharp, chewing through muscle, her hands ripping his chest open, his ribs cracking, his heart exposed. She bit into it, the organ still warm, her mouth filling with the taste of his life, her cunt dripping as she ate, her hands tearing into his guts, the squelch of his organs mixing with her moans, her belly filling with his flesh. She chewed his liver, her teeth grinding, her lips smeared with his essence, her hunger sated for the night.
Marianne wiped her mouth, her robe back on, her basement a mess of cum and carnage. She’d clean it later, before Tom woke up, clueless to her nightly feasts. She climbed the stairs, her pussy still throbbing, her stomach full, her mind already on tomorrow’s prey, a new victim to fuck and devour, her endless hunger a curse she embraced with every brutal thrust and bite.