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SYNOPSIS
It was his land. Malachi had bought the land to get away from people when he needed to, especially those of the fairer sex. They had been cruel and a part of his mind wanted to be cruel back. He had been but he tried to resist. The land was isolated, it let him fight down the urges, the whispers for a time.
Now though, his land had been violated. The voice whispered, it grew in strength. It wanted to sample the flesh. It demanded it!
'They have violated your land. Why should you not violate them in return?'
EXTRACT
As the door to the cabin opened the three girls all started screaming through their gags.
It was not loud but it annoyed Malachi.
“Quiet!” Malachi yelled out. “Toys don’t scream unless I want them to. Toys do not talk
unless I tell them to. Toys obey period.”
Startled to quiet the three girls started weeping again. All three were worried about
the ominous portent the normally innocent word ‘toys’ foretold.
“You’ll have to be strict with them. No soft spots. Three girls makes it more difficult
to keep control of them Malachi. Remember they violated your land, you are only doing
what is right for their transgression against you.” Malachi nodded his head in agreement
with what that dark part of his mind was telling him.
Ignoring the girls for the moment Malachi fixed dinner for himself. He wanted plenty of
energy for the rest of the night and the work of cleaning things up had sapped him. As he
ate he studied his prey thinking about the various games he would play with them. It had
been a long time since he had been with a woman. Malachi was both blessed and cursed with
a larger than normal cock. He also had a genetic defect that made it difficult for him to
cum. Most women were not willing to be fucked by him long enough for him to be satisfied;
his large cock would start to hurt them after a time more than they were willing to
endure. Anal sex had always been out of question. It was almost a role reversal since
most women complained that their men did not have enough staying power for them to
reliably reach orgasm.
Over the years he had grown bitter. His problem led to failed relationship after failed
relationship. Over those same years the voice in his mind starting talking to him –
whispering half truths that he resisted at first but eventually started agreeing with.
Women needed to be used as he wished – they were mere playthings. Seven years ago he had
taken his first victim, a young college student. She had made the mistake of insulting
him and his already fragile mind had snapped. For weeks he had watched her building the
courage to do what his dark mind was telling him he needed to do. He had eventually
kidnapped her. The weeks had taught him her routine and the task had been easier than
Malachi had ever expected.
The rush of power he had felt had been intoxicating. He had kept her locked up and
gagged in his basement for nearly four months. During that time he had subjected her to
every perversion and form of abuse his mind could concoct. She had fought at first but in
time she became a shell of a human, enduring his abuses having lost any hope of getting
out of the hell she found herself in alive. She had been right, eventually he had gone
too far.
The death had shaken him and he had resisted any further surrender to that dark corner of
his mind. However, time was against him and it was always whispering whenever he saw an
attractive woman. It would bring back the memories of the first victim and the rush of
power and control he had enjoyed. Again, in time, he had lost the battle of wits against
his darker impulses. His next victim had lasted nearly a year before she died of
pneumonia.
Twice more he had taken victims. The last time he had nearly been caught. The police
had questioned him several times but he had been getting a bad feeling and disposed of the
girl and any evidence before they had arrived. It was then that he had started leaving
civilization when those dark voices started talking. He had been working with a
psychologist hoping he could teach him how to defeat this other entity that seemed to
occupy his mind. Of course the doctor had no idea he had actually acted on those impulses
in the past.
If he was not around people it gave the voice no fuel to prod him with. Eventually they
would fade back into the recesses of his mind. He returned to nearly a normal life.
Until now that is. The campers had thrown a wrench in his routine and the now he found
himself with three new toys to play with and it was time to play.
