MEADOW, Volume 1: "Heads or Tails"
1.
Everything started when I was 20. I had just finished my studies. I was considered as an exceptionally gifted pupil since I had obtained my literary high school diploma as I was 14. I was my parents’ pride, the only child of the King and Queen of Parisia. My mother and my father, Beatrice and Jean-Luc were respectable persons. They often showed wisdom, and their gestures and words were reflected. They were appreciated by many people for their kindness. I worshipped them. But, according to me their life was a bit too quiet, and I felt annoyed seeing them always together and never quarrelling. And what to say about these endless meals, I do not even tell you about it. I needed more action.
My mother was about fifty. She loved wearing long satiny dresses with an accentuated V-neck. As she had very long hair, she was usually making her hair in a bun. My father, just like my mother, had kept his physical appearance of young sportsman. He was always so elegant. He used to get dressed with a waisted jacket and custom-made tailor suit, generally with black and white colors.
Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Meadow, I am thirty, and I’m in charge of a team of five persons on a meetings website. How can I describe myself physically to you? I am a young brunette with brown hair and hazel eyes. I am one meter sixty five tall. I am rather of quiet temperament. I love hunting. And with my father, we used to spend our time hunting, on the sunny days, when by chance the sun was present. We loved that. Sometimes, my mother came and joined us. But, she preferred spending her afternoon going window-shopping. Or even spend her time gardening.
For my part, I was more like a Tom Boy, and my father loved it. However, I knew how to be feminine, when I had to be feminine. As you may have understood, I felt closer to my father then my mother. But we took advantage of some moments when we were three. We liked making horse rides, making walks, go to the beach, or playing chests together. But what we actually preferred was going hunting all together with the other family members.
We‘ve experienced several manners to go hunting.
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As I was also fascinated by the human body, I made my inscription to attend to a practical work of a human dissection, with some medical students. My parents used to encourage me in my thirst for learning and discovery. My father called one of his friends and asked him about my integration in a practical work group. And of course, everything went very quickly. Two weeks after, I was part of the group.
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2.
Concerning the boys, I never had any problem to seduce them. Moreover, I was making a feast of them. For my part, Parisia was a lifeless city, where nothing happenned, and I couldn’t bear it. I strongly wanted to go on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, towards the United States. No matter the place in the United States. I was fascinated by the US.I felt I had to travel out there. Because of my status of Princess, I couldn’t be a Stewardess, so I just had to be capricious with my relatives and that’s it, I had everything I wanted: A weekend in New York. I was very excited while preparing my trip. For a two days trip, I had two suitcases, plus one small travelling hand bag. In this handbag, I put some magazines, crossword, etc. All that could help in spending time during the flight. I took the plane on a Friday evening around 11 P.M, and arrived in New-York on Saturday morning. I felt so small in that so big city. It looked like an ant-hill, so far. First, I felt quite afraid by it, but New-York inhabitants were very respectful and polite with each other in the streets. This was totally different from Parisia, where you could be insulted by someone while asking him your way. After a tiring window shopping day, by going into my hotel room in the evening, I was not still satisfied by myself. I felt like I was missing something, I needed some Adrenaline. I decided to go out, to discover New-York by night. I was, of course, wearing one of my prettiest and show-off outfits. I went to a fancy bar restaurant .I was completely dressed in red: red wig, red make-up, red dress, red shoes, and long silk gloves. And I had even cheated over my chest measurement. Everything was shiny; everything was “too much” in this place, so I had to be shiny too! The bar restaurant had a designed decoration on two levels. It was an old building luxuriously renewed, with big screens placed almost everywhere. I do not know how to explain it to you, but I felt like an excitement while looking at a very attractive young man. I needed him for tonight. I could smell his sweat. By far, I was inhaling his sweet smell. My hands became clammy. The appeal of the body was becoming stronger and stronger. I called the barmaid and asked him to serve this guy a glass of Scotch, offered by me. He asked the Barmaid what I had ordered for myself, and he ordered a second one for me. It was a glass of Martini with two olives. We raised and clank our glasses. But after twenty minutes, I couldn’t resist and felt attracted by going and talk to him. I came closer slowly but surely, with a shy but so determined step, and a fickle glance. I was like an animal in heat. I used all my charm. In fact, the point was that he succumbed to me even before I had to do anything for it. I did not really want to discuss. I whispered to him the proposition of renting a hotel room to spend the night together. He wanted us to go to one of the hotel rooms which were right next to us. I invited him to go first there, as I had to make a quick stop at home before. He did not see any objection to it. So he left the restaurant alone, and I followed him half an hour later. I went to my car, took my small overnight bag and went to the hotel. I remained with my head down, because the place was infested with camera. The great surprise! I asked for mister Karlos's room. It was the number 9, as I had asked him. In fact, I love that number. It is like a sort of lucky charm. Wherever I go, whatever I do, this number has to be there. I entered the room. He was waiting for me, lying under the sheets. Just arrived, I took off my clothes. I kept my gloves, my underwear and my red wig! He was excited by the scene, so was I. Whereas I was approaching the bed, he had no positions in this one. It was so funny! He asked me for what I had in my bag, and I answered:
I took a headband out of my bag, and put it on his eyes. I saw his lower limb becoming as hard as a cucumber. We made love as unbridled persons, to make walls tremble. This guy was a wizard at bed! After, we both smoked cigarettes. I gave him an energy drink so that he gives me sex again and again. I did not want it to end. In the second round, I wanted to play with him. I put a drug in his drink. This drug would make him have a sluggish physical appearance while keeping his mind conscious of what I was going to make with him. I took the headband out of his eyes. He couldn’t say a word, neither do something, the only thing he could do was looking at me. I went out delicately of the bed, glancing at him, took the jemmy in my bag, which was near the bathroom door, on the left hand of the bed. I was in a trance, excited, in a hurry for committing this act. I had thought about everything and I was finally going to be able to have it practiced as I had always wanted it to be practice. I approached him, while he was lying on the bed, and I quartered his fingers joints with the jemmy, while having the satisfaction of removing his virility. This man, who appeared to be so …virile, began to cry like a girl. Tears were flowing down his face. I took his fingers one by one to cut them, with a well sharpened knife. First, I cut the thumb, I looked at him and his eyes couldn’t stop moving all around. His glance seemed horrified. I felt so superior. I was enjoying it on the spot. Then, I cut the index, the major, the ring finger and the little finger. Each time, on the verge of cutting each finger, he looked at me petrified, and we could hear a noise like : " crac" "crac" "crac" " crac " " crac". Concerning his eyes, I wanted him to see very well what I was doing. That’s why; I lifted his head up by putting several pillows under it. He was so afraid that sometimes he was closing his eyes for a big moment. I took advantage of it to explain him how I was going to proceed with him. How couldn’t I take any pleasure in doing that? That was Impossible ! I quartered his toes. Then, with a hammer, I broke them one by one. And I ended with cutting carefully every toe with a saw. I definitely had to explain him what I was going to make of this part of his body.
There was blood everywhere . There was blood everywhere. After taking some time to make a quick cleaning; I cut his veins so that he would lose even more blood. I wanted him to see his life going away little by little... (..)
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