PIERRE
LE GRAND’S POOR HEART
A
Nightmare for the Ages
By Izzy Ess of
Scariness
Pierre le Grand just wasn’t sure what he
was seeing. Thinking it was just the
shadows of the trees and bushes in the full moonlight of midnight, he
approached the clearing in the woods right near the path for walkers and for
bicyclists and wheel-chair bound brave citizens of New York City. Startled by the image now, there was a six
foot naked woman leaning over a large rock which was smooth and hollowed out,
almost like a bean bag already shaped by someone heavy who had sat in it. Her derriere was quite magnificent and smooth
and so inviting that Pierre was mesmerized.
He took his clothes right off and noticed he was quite erect and
throbbing. The tall dark woman with the
jet black long straight hair had turned her head to look at him. She smiled and wiggled her nice
derriere. Pierre was tempted but he
hesitated. This felt like being trapped
but it was much too late to run away. He
planted his big feet behind the woman and he leaned right over her, ensuring
with his manual dexterity that his large manly weapon was directed at her dark
purple honeypot. He aimed point blank at
his intended bull’s eye and he hit it pushing firmly with his pelvic
muscles. The tall dark woman pushed
right back. Pierre felt so engulfed in
his sex imaging, he pushed past all resistance and he hit a uterus and cervix
which were quivering. He felt a rising
urgent wave of pleasure as his shaft was gripped by her great inside muscles
which encircled him so firmly that he could hold back to ensure that she was
satisfied. He simply didn’t care if she
were satisfied. He started squirting hot
and salty stuff deep into her and felt her inside structures start to
quiver. It was so exciting that he screamed
with ecstasy and didn’t care who could have seen him or heard him scream. Pierre was emptied of all stuff and started
softening when he felt the grip of something wonderful inside the tall dark
woman and he started getting hard again.
He guess that he was ten feet longer than before and had the strength to
push his thingy to her heart as he felt something fluttering inside of his dark
mystery, the tall dark, rather statuesque bold temptress of New York’s huge
Central Park. He put his arms around her
chest and felt her ample breasts and pointy nipples throbbing in his
hands. He screamed again, much louder
than before, and held on tightly to her ample throbbing breasts as he filled
her once again with his hot stuff. The
woman turned her head and laughed at him derisively. This sent a chill through him and he
immediately softened and popped right out of her, as if with purpose, she was
ejecting and rejecting him. He thought
perhaps the second onslaught was not up to her great expectations and she was
finished with this incident. Confused,
Pierre stood up and reached for his cold underwear and pulled them up but she
reached down and grabbed his softness and she squeezed him hard and painfully,
digging in her sharp fingernails. He
screamed in pain, trying unsuccessfully to get away. She turned and held on tightly with both
hands and he was frozen with a chilling fear that she could rip his balls right
off. She did and he began to squirt but
this time it was blood. Falling to his
knees, he asked for mercy and relief. He
got his wish as he passed out and fell face first into the dirt. The mysterious dark woman laughed again and
drew a sword from the cold ground and plunged it into his still beating heart
pinning him effectively right into the dark blood-soaked earth. A final spasm marked his death as life just drained into the darkened earth
beneath him. She arose and found her fashion
worthy tight black lacy dress and slipped it over her dark head and wiggled so
it slid down to her knees. She spat on
quite dead poor Pierre and walked away while pulling her black hair back. Quietly, she walked away and disappeared into
the trees.
Pierre
awoke in his own lonely bed, just screaming with the images of his own
death. He felt his heart to re-assure
himself that a sword was not impaling him and that there was no blood. Anxiously, he checked and found his scrotum
and nuts. And then he felt the pressure
like an elephant was sitting on his chest.
He couldn’t breathe. He
died. A neighbour woman had come running
and found his door shut and securely locked.
She used her cell phone to alert police who broke through the door with
the axe that was usually just reserved for firemen to save those trapped inside
their rooms if fire breaks out. They
found Pierre just frozen in the grip of death, his hand upon his chest. The cops called out the Coroner and he
declared it probably was just a heart attack that killed Pierre. An autopsy done later by the Coroner’s
assistant did confirm the diagnosis: “Death was caused by massive blockage of
the arteries around Pierre le Grand’s poor heart.”
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
October 6, 2013
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