The Harmony Theater

  
After months of intricate planning it all came to glorious fruition.  
It took seventeen days to gather and prepare them and we.. My Lovely and I...    
executed our plan to such perfection that the most ardent collectors would be envious of us.    
And now here they are...our chosen audience of 4..2 couples.. 2 women 2 men    
carefully selected for a most unique and special viewing    
at the grand opening of our Harmony Theater    
   
It's accentuated in 18th century Victorian decor    
The intended ambiance hearkens back to a time of sophistication grace and elegance.    
A plush carpet of deep maroon covers the floor in a spacious room 24' x 28'    
with decorative mirrors and rare oil paintings    
gracing the walls painted in a flat harmonic tan finish.    
The walls extended to a high ceiling    
holding an antique chandelier fully lit with a constellation of candles.    
In the center of the room is a Victorian style king sized bed    
set on an elevated platform adorned with 6 custom made multicolored pillows    
and black satin sheets    
   
The bed was surrounded by 4 carefully placed chairs    
covered in deep red suede upholstery.  
They were there to serve as the mezzanine where our audience  
anxiously awaited the opening act    
Each sat in accordance to the present mood we created for them    
as My Lovely and I entered the room wearing only silk robes...pink and blue respectively.    
We methodically stared at the gallery as we made our way to the bed    
to commence this evening's inaugural performance.    
     
On cue Beethoven's Fidelio filters softly through the theater    
spinning on a well preserved phonograph    
serving as the atmosphere to this sadistic fetish of ours    
while we disrobed with the feigned seriousness of opera performers  
   
I laid Lovely on her stomach her hips just slightly arched    
I paused just for a moment to admire her flowing curves.    
Then I grazed my lips against her neckline    
planting promises of pleasure all along her spine    
before I smothered my face inside the welcoming warmth    
of her crotch...kissing sucking licking her from clit to slit to anus    
Her body reels as she feels my tongue snaking in and out of her    
bringing fermented desires to a boiling frenzy while ensuring our esteemed audience    
a performance of a lifetime now past...    
   
We collectively imagined this gallery of corpses    
to be filled with lustful glee...heightening this dark and seedy ambiance  
My Lovely cocked her mound a little higher    
I spanked her hard on her ass and watched it squirm with sexual anxiety  
Her yoni gasped like a fish removed from water...thirsting for penetration    
I obliged by shoving her face into the pillow as i plunged my aching beef into her sobbing core  
The sound of hips slapping against her ass and her muffled screams    
mingling with Beethoven's mastery intoxicated my senses  
I fucked my Lovely harder and faster then pulled her head up  
mercifully letting her breathe again..  
She heaved with exhilaration as wild wantonness danced in her eyes  
I laid my face on the side of hers...panting as we grinned in unison at two of our four kills    
sitting to the right of us.    
   
Mr.and Mrs.Grifter    
   
Mrs.G as I like to call her is slightly leaned over    
her vacant eyes beguiled by the erotic and ecstatic act of us.    
Her brunette hair pinned above her in a neat bun    
reveals a neckline flushed with hardened burgundy veins    
like the branches of a dying tree creeping down to her cleavage.    
Her lavender suede dress has speckles of blood    
an unfortunate consequence of me slicing open her wrist    
with a ceremonial a dagger believed to be used the Mayans sacrifices  
   
Damn!!I get hit with a sudden flashback remembering how invigorated  
I felt about the sight of her blood draining from her in tiny little rivers.    
I vividly recall her body slumping sideways as her life just slowly trickled away    
giving the kill a kind of silent sentimental poetic requiem    
   
You see...she being a grifter and all thought she    
and her charismatic hubby would surely swindle us out of 4 a small fortune    
with some bogus diamonds which I found amusing    
yet I somehow still admired them for their unadulterated brazenness  
But it was the look on their faces tickled me red    
when they realized their back alley deal  wasn't going to go as planned.    
   
It seems Mrs.G holds no grudges though    
She carried the look of a ghoulish pervert with purge fluid staining cracked lips    
and a dehydrated tongue
She dreamed of salivating from the all sexual mannerisms    
I shower upon my Lovely...I would keep fucking her...deeper and deeper from behind    
as scandalous adrenaline ran rampant inside this ravenous cadaverous bitch.    
    
Mr.G is equally excited...so much that he's literally speechless    
He tried to look dignified..sitting slightly slouched in his fancy top hat and blue waistcoat.    
The ruffles on his off white shirt was drenched in blood...soiling his look.  
Totally unavoidable. You see.. with him fashioning himself as a slick talker and all...    
well my Lovely just cut out the tongue and slit the throat    
of this loquacious bastard  with the same ceremonial dagger  
   
What  a crimson mess it made.    
Still we were able to fix a carnal grin on his lifeless mug and make him somewhat presentable    
He glared at the fiendish fuck faces my Lovely and I made while exhibiting uninhibited raunchiness    
Her untamed lusting...my savage thrusting...our passion..our desire  
left his breeches rimmed with excitement    
but without his tongue he'd never be able to express his excitement    
but good ol' Mrs.G could vouch for him..with her right hand    
which was placed firmly on his embalmed penis  
stroking him posthumously while we stroked their dirty little imaginations.    
Imaginations that would only be realized in their next lifetime.    
   
and Fidelio just crackled along the phonograph    
as I claimed all of my inheritance between Lovely's spread ass cheeks    
while she christened satin sheets with puddles of decadence    
fulfilling the wicked fantasies of the frolicking dead sitting before us.    
    
Like erotic pantomimists we eerily turned our eyes on Mr.Theodore Wellington    
who reluctantly brought his gold digging bitch of a wife.  
This seasoned voyeur followed our movements like a fixated predator    
I dismounted my Lovely and laid back against the headboard while she pledged    
her devotion between my legs...slurping up her spilled milky essence off of my swollen meat  
   
She cocked her ass high towards the ceiling    
revealing shimmering skin as her pussy glistened beneath the candlelit ambiance    
giving  Theodore clandestine thoughts of infidelity    
which he felt was well within his rights as a distinguished gentleman of high stature.    
   
Dressed in a long black mantle that covered the rest of his exclusive garments    
this shipping magnate was very poignant about flaunting his wealth.  
Oh the humiliation he must have felt choking on his very own blood    
when I pummeled him to death in the restroom of his favorite eatery where..  
of course...I'm sure he felt very safe  
   
And now here he sits in his elitist's posture sporting  multiple fractures on his face.    
His nose is crooked to the left...his jaw..shattered    
one eye bloodshot red the other swollen shut..yet he still had an unwavering smugness about him    
and as my Lovely feverishly works my shaft with mouth and hand...sucking away  
he plots on making me an offer to purchase her and make her his new mistress    
   
as no doubt Mrs. Wellington already suspects....    
    
She...favoring wealth over passion..  
looks on our performance in subdued yearning with her chin resting in her left hand.  
The aura of her aloofness was in stark contrast to the fabulous blue velvet gown she wore.    
Embroidered with expensive rubies and sapphires my Lovely felt it would be a dastardly shame    
for even a drop of blood to ever taint such beauty..    
So she bashed her torso repeatedly with a steel crowbar    
causing her cracked and splintered ribs to puncture her lungs along with other vital organs...    
All this in the coziness of her own home...  
and with the true grace and etiquette of a proper lady my Lovely mercifully let her die    
of internal bleeding with her beauty still intact.    
   
But I saw not an ounce of gratitude from this self centered wench!    
Out of spite I grab my Lovely by the back of her neck..
demanding that she take me deeper into her mouth    
Her gag reflex caused her neck to jerk and spittle to form little bubbles    
at the base of my dick trickling down my balls  
All the while I looked directly into Mrs.Wellington's never-been-loved-before eyes.    
Her cold petrified skin begged for the warmth of a passionate man  
Her virgin heart screamed from death's abyss watching 50 shades of pleasure waltz across my face.    
Exhilarated by her emotional torture my jagged thrusts intensified    
As I squirted creamy spitefulness in between my Lovely's servile lips    
Her black pearl eyes stared back at me as she swallowed all of my hypothetical me's    
with sinful pride while holding her head perfectly still    
until the twitch in my hips came to a welcomed rest...    
    
And with our lecherousness satiated we now became the voyeurs    
Inundated with self aggrandizing adulation of our opening performance  
we turned our full attention to our gathering of the grateful dead  
here in our Harmony Theater where our broken and bloodied puppets showered    
us with thunderous cheers and applause that can only be heard    
echoing in the outskirts of our symbiotic psychotic delirium.