Scary stories are a Halloween tradition; perhaps I can make you nervous tonight!

Mistress Milliscent's 2009 Halloween Story:

She was in a thoughtful mood, doing as she did for a time each and every day, searching for treasure, separating the few diamonds from the tons of sand. It was humanity she was searching, sifting. Humanity in a line of millions, each of whom she would need to examine for the spark that most interested her. She did not worry though, did not feel a need to rush for she had an eternity in which to work.

She was old; old beyond imagination for she had existed since before the advent of time, had always existed. There were two, of which she was one, two different from each other yet fitted together perfectly like the two sides of a coin. The other, he, had his interests while she had hers. He created the multitude that is humanity as an amusement for them both, as a toy for them to play with.

Humanity knew that she existed, or at least thought that she might, and had created tremendous myths about her existence. Myths she found rather quaint, and which she knew in no way prepared them for what they would see when finally they stood before her.

She was exquisitely beautiful, so beautiful that no one could escape the attraction they felt for her. Indeed one of the myths named her The Light Bearer and she felt that name the most appropriate for what she was. Her coloring though was at odds with her beauty for she was red. Red just as much human art depicted her. The artists however had no way of knowing why she was red despite their depictions, yet that mattered not to her for they would learn when they finally stood before her. Learn that her red coloring was not the color of her skin; rather it was the blood of her victims. Blood running over every inch of her body. Other than the blood she was nude, covered only by a huge mane of silky black hair.

As she reflected she continued to absentmindedly torture the woman lying on the table in front of her. She knew that this woman was not whom she was looking for. She was searching for those few people who could somehow find delight in her, searching for cocks that dripped and cunts that moistened as she inflicted suffering that no mortal could survive. Indeed it was good that those who saw her were no longer mortal for if they were her games could never work.

This woman she could see was plainly insane, had gone insane moments after she entered the chamber. Bleeding, suffering, and screams were exquisite to the tormentress, but she found insane toys dull indeed, their screams of horror at what she inflicted to be tainted by their insanity. She ripped the throat out of her victim to prevent further screams and flung her from the chamber.

The victim would join billions of others chained on the beach of an ocean of fire. Each day for eternity the tide would rise and the waves of the ocean would engulf them all. Boiling, burning oil would coat their skins, would be sucked into their lungs. Never though would they be allowed to die, indeed at each low tide they would be completely healed so that they could suffer again. She drew power from these billions on the shore; their suffering was transferred into energy that kept her forever vital. She needed such suffering, yet felt it to be too abstract for her total enjoyment. That is why each day she sorted and sifted humanity, sought out those who could suffer for her in a much more personal way.

She found just such a one a short time later. She of course knew everything about the life of everyone who came before her, but while that knowledge would sometimes lend clues as to their suitability, she never could truly judge before they were in front of her, viewing her with their eyes.

He was led to her and she instantly saw a spark of desire and passion in his eyes. His desire brought a smile to her lips as she walked toward him, and embraced him like a lover. She caressed his cock, felt it grow hard within her hand.

"You know who I am, yet you are excited to be with me." She said, continuing her caress.

"Yes Goddess, I feel that I must suffer for your glory." He breathed into her ear.

She chuckled softly and led him to her table, placing him atop its gore-covered surface.

"I know how very much you have loved exploring your ass, how many times you filled it with toys, how you always strove for larger and deeper penetrations. Let me tell you little man, no one could ever penetrate you as I can penetrate you!" She exclaimed, driving her fist through his ass with enough force to inflict grievous damage.

"Tonight I'm going to impale you. You will feel every inch of the massive iron rod as it pushes its way through your body, destroying your flesh. You will watch from that perch as thousands of men and women fight like animals for the opportunity to lick my flesh, pleasure my body. You'll not die, you'll not pass out, you'll simply suffer." She whispered to him as she continued driving her fist into his body.

After a time she pulled out of him, turned away from the table and spoke her final words to her latest plaything.

"Crawl over to me and kiss my ass, doing so will mark you as one of my select." She commanded.

In awe of her power he gratefully obeyed, launching himself into an eternity of suffering at her feet.