NoMercy -- A Tale of Unconstrained Evil
By Sarah Black

(Warning: This is NOT a nice book.)

Copyright resides with author
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      Late one night, Lisa met NoMercy in an internet chat room.  She was feeling adventurous and was looking for safe thrills.  NoMercy sounded sexually dangerous: just the level of excitement she was seeking. Lisa tried to contact him.  He didn’t respond to her query. 

      Feeling somewhat miffed, Lisa went to several other of her favorite sites, all with sexual connotations associated with erotic themes of BDSM.  Several of the more exhilarating channels dealt in what she considered extreme fantasy.  As she considered herself shielded by the barriers of anonymous nick’s and electronic cloaking, she was bold and fearless in her approach.

       Each time she entered these chat rooms, Lisa reminded herself that this was just a fantasy, but a horrifying, exciting fantasy.  One she had become addicted to, the intensity of imaginary play dangerously sexual in a dark evil sort of way.  It was just the combination that set her otherwise boring life on hold for the time she was online.  

    With no cyber limits, Lisa placed herself in ever increasing scenes of sexual extremes. Lately, she was not shying away from scenes of imaginary torture that lead to death, or she played the part of the heroine that was ritually executed in scene after scene.  Several times she had encouraged the unseen Master or Mistress to hurt her from afar.  To the best of her ability she followed his or her commands, but in the end could only go so far when her body’s instincts of self preservation took control.

      Leaving one of these chat rooms, Lisa saw that NoMercy was querying her. Feeling a thrill that stirred her scene agitated sex, Lisa accepted his query and typed, “Hi”.

      Like a bark, the letters “Real N, S & A” popped up on the screen.  She knew what they meant and obediently typed back, “Lisa for real...female, 43.”

      “A little old, but I’m hoping that means you’re experienced,” was NoMercy’s response.

      Feeling her face flush, Lisa quickly typed, “I can take rough sex pleasingly.”

      “Not at the level I deal in.”

      “Try me,” Lisa typed.  “I am a very good cyber slave.”

      “Cyber fantasies are for pussies.  Real life is my realm.”

      “My husband used to whip my butt...enjoyed sticking pins in me...that sort of thing.”

      “Bitch, that’s laughable.  Bye.”

      And NoMercy was gone.  Lisa tried several times to reconnect, but he would not answer.  She saw him on line a number of times after that, but he wouldn’t respond to her queries.  A month later, that changed, as did her life.

      It was past mid-night and Lisa could not sleep.  Slipping out of bed, she got a drink and went over to the computer and turned it on.  Logging on to one of the more provocative and perverse chat rooms, she found herself alone with one other occupant: NoMercy.

      “You’re up kind of late.” appeared on the screen.

      “Couldn’t sleep.” 

      “Why?”

      Lisa began to type something mundane, when she felt a spark of inspiration.   Saying out loud to herself “Let’s play” she typed, “I need some man-handling...and erotic pain.”

      “Pain is not a sleeping pill.  Then severe pain will eventually put you into a permanent stated of repose.”

      “That’s what is keeping me awake,” Lisa typed.  Letting her imagination go, she added, “This dream of being abducted, gang raped, sexually tortured and beaten.  The orgasms are endless and beginning to hurt in of themselves.  I need something more tangible.”

      “Are you naked?”

      “I can be.”

      “What are you waiting for?”

      Lisa stood and drew her night gown up over her head.  Throwing it into the corner, she felt a delicious wave of vulnerability ripple through her body.  Smiling, she sat back down and typed, “OK, naked.  What’s next?”

      “Describe yourself to me.”

      It was a normal request and one that helped with the experience.  As was her nature, Lisa was truthful.   “Better than average...I guess.  You might pick me out of a crowd.”

      NoMercy did not respond.

      Lisa quickly added, “My tits are good.  Little bit droopy...large, sensitive nipples.  I’m not fat, have a very receptive, excitable cunt and a nice ass to beat.”

      There was still no response.

      For some strange reason, Lisa did not want to lose him and typed, “Face is OK.   Shoulder length hair.  I’m told my legs are really good.”

      “Is your nose broken?”

      Lisa felt a chill go down her back.  A real life sadist was on the other end of this conversation.  She began to log off and then stopped.  No, she thought.  All the others were imaginary fakes.  She sensed this man was for real in spades.  Intrigued to see where the conversation would lead, Lisa typed   “No.”

      A virgin nose and face for me to pound my fists into.  Should be a nice workout.”

      Safely behind her computer screen, real fear feeding goose-bumps, Lisa responded with, “Do you enjoy beating up defenseless women?”

      “I live for it.  And more.”

      “Torture?”

      “Of course.”

      “Snuff?”

      No response.  NoMercy had logged off.  Lisa wasn’t sure if he had read what she had last typed.  Part of her hoped that he hadn’t.