This doesn’t go into much detail about the past. If you want to know more about the past, check out the preview chapter I wrote called “Characters and Places”. DISCLAIMER*** This contains strong sexual fantasies including rape, torture and much more. If this makes you sick, please turn around. If this excites you, please stay.
In the rural mountains of Colorado, a farm produces crops no farmers’ market sells.
How I changed my wife and our sex life forever.
Kara is both the lover and apprentice of Sky the Clockmaster. She works alongside him in his factory, making watches and clocks and shipping them all over. Kara learns much is to be gained by obeying her master. Writing with another author (theclockmaster wrote part three. Take a look)
They slowly untied my hands and laid them by my side. My arms hurt like hell. Then I felt them untying my legs. Great it was the best time for me to escape. Yeah right now, I am so weak and tired, and I don’t know what kind of trouble I would get myself into. I just have to take what’s given to me till my strength is back.
“Up you go, we have to get this dirty whore clean.”
“Fuck you! I might be dirty but I am not a dam whore” He Slap me right across my right side of my face, right across my bruise cheek and eye inflamed more.
“For one you are a dam whore, you are whatever we call you, and yes you are dirty inside and out. By the way we own you till your Master pays us off or we are done with you.”
I was in tears, now I do feel like I was disowned, I felt like a dam dirty whore, I should give up now. But that would be too easy, that’s what they want, for me to just give in, for now I guess, till I do get my strength (if I ever do) I will let them do whatever they want, or what I will let them do to me.
“If I am a whore, why haven’t you paid me yet..? Masters”
“We are you just don’t know it yet.” Snake said
“Now let’s get you in that bathroom and get you clean.”
They grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the bed, and then they put a collar round my neck and I heard a click when they put a leash on, they helped me up on my feet. I was weak from all the beatings, being tied up for so long, and the hell of an orgasm. They had to help me walk to the bathroom or whatever I was going.
I finely found out that I wasn’t in a hotel room; I was in a huge house. They lead me down a dark hallway down to the bathroom. (This bathroom was huge and beautiful) I saw an enema bag hanging from the shower curtain, different kinds of sex toy lying on a towel on the floor and sink, there was a bathroom chair covered with a towel that was sitting out side the huge tub that was filled with hot bubbly water. There was a bathroom mat that was covered with a thick towel. I guess they don’t want me to make a big mess.
“Now get on your knees with your ass in the air on that chair.”
“NO Master”
“Do it now” Rex said with a firm voice and tugging on my leash and collar.
I finely gave up and did what he said. I was on my hands and knees with ass in thee air. I felt someone’s hand rubbing my ass then smacking it hard. “Nice tight ass. Man you’re a dirty little whore, now be a good girl and relax.” Yeah right relax, that’s a jock of the year. I looked up and saw Rex reach for the enema hose. Oh shit I was going to be in trouble if I let him use that on me. I finely felt him trying to put the enema nozzle in me, he pushed a little harder. I didn’t want that dam thing in me. He smacked me hard on my ass and I jumped; in addition he started to put his finger up my ass with out lube.
“Relax now or this is going to hurt worse, you dam whore.”
“NO dam it.” I screamed in pain when he shoved the nozzle up my ass and pushed to make sure it would say in. “I told you it would hurt.” I felt the luke warm water flowing in me. Then I felt a sharp pain in my pussy, Snake was fucking me hard with his finger. I looked back at him, with tears started to roll down my face “Dam that hurts, please stop Master” Then as I turned my face away from him the wipe my eyes, he stop fingering me and shoved a huge dildo up me. I thought his fingers were painful. I screamed in pain. “Like that huh?” I felt someone pushing on the bag making the water rush harder in my anus; he finely took the hose out of my ass and stuck a huge butt plug in as fast as he took out the nozzle.
I felt someone pull on my leash, to make me sit on my plug. I try to pull back, but the more I pull the hard he was chocking me. I finely felt him wrap the leash around his hand, and yank me back towards him. I felt him staring down at me, and his hot breath on my neck. “The more you fight us, the more you will get punished the more you will hurt.” I felt him lean in closer to me and he whispered in my ear “The hornier we get, now get in the tub” I felt him reach down to my butt and pushed the butt plug in a little further, I felt a bigger knot of the plug go in. They helped me off the chair and into the bathtub.
The water was hot, but not to bad, I don’t know what kind of bubbles put in the water but it smelt good and relaxing. “I am in the tub, now what Master?” I was stirring them in his eyes. I knew I was going to get smacked because of the smart ass comment, but at this point I didn’t care, I still felt like shit and disowned. Perhaps I would like these guys better then my own Master, doubt it. Yep here it comes, that smack I was looking for right across the ass.
“Sit down on the butt plug till it goes all the way up your ass, and relax for a bit, while we or I wash you up.” Rex said. I sat down like he said, I was trying not to put all my weight down, I knew there were at least two maybe three bigger knots to go. Rex looked at me and saw I wasn’t sitting down all the way, “Testing me ah?” He took his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. I tried to ease the butt plug up me. Man I was tight or the plug was bigger then I thought, because the next knot didn’t want to go in without some kind of force. Rex knelt down besides the tub, put his large hands around my hips and pushed me down as hard a he could, making that plug go all the way in. I was in tears
“Dam that hurts, please stop, please!” I whimpered.
“Shut up you dam dirty whore, I am done pissing around with you.” He grabs something from the floor and shoved it in the water.
“Sit back and relax please.” I scoot down and try to relax as mush as the butt plug would let me. I felt his hand rubbing my inner thigh with a washcloth up to my pussy. “Spread your legs, we need to clean that filthy pussy.” I felt him grabbing my lips of my pussy and started pulling and rubbing them with the washcloth. Then I felt him started rubbing my clit. All I could do is close my eyes and enjoy it. Then I felt him washing my legs and feet.
“It looks like your legs need a good shaving; I know your pussy does.” God I felt so good when someone else is washing your body. I laid back an enjoyed every moment.
“I found that dildo that we where looking for.” Snake comes the room yelling
“Good I give it do me.” Snake hands Rex the dildo.
I wasn’t any kind I have seen before. I was long and huge, and had holes up and down it with some kind of holes attachment at one end. Rex reaches behind him again and grabbed some kind of hosepipe and attachment it to the water falsest in the bathtub, then he shoved the dildo up my pussy, turned on the cold water and started fucking me with it.
“Now your pussy is being cleaned, lets to the rest of your body, tilt your head back.” He left that dildo up me while he started washing the rest of my body.
He pour the bath water or my face and hair with a glass, then he put shampoo in his hand and started to clean my hair, he took the glass and filled it with clean water and rinsed my hair. Then he took the wash cloth and cleaned my face. I could still taste the blood from my nose. Rex looked at with a slight unsympathetic look to his face, but his hands are telling a different story. After cleaning my face, I saw the bloody washcloth; I didn’t realize that my face was that bad. But my face felt better then before, the dried blood was gone. I could breathe again, for now. I was starting to feel better and clean again. But I was cold still, that dam dildo was up in my pussy, all I wanted to do is take it out, so I reach down to try to take it out.
“Thinking about playing with yourself?” Rex said with a grin. “No Master, I thought I would take out this cold dildo out?” I didn’t know what to except, so I said it was a scared smile.
“Oh yeah I almost for got out that, do you need to use the john?”
“OH yes Master please, my stomach is starting to hurt. Please Master my I use the toilet?” I must of said something right, because he helped me out the bathtub and took the butt plug out. Then he left the room with the door ajar. OMG that felt so good expelling my bowls: It felt like I was sitting there for an hour or so, because before I knew it both of the man came back in with a grin on their faces. I hurried up and whipped my ass and got up. “Get back in the tub we’re not done with you.” Rex said
I lay back in the hot, smoothing bathtub, and tried to relax, I was worried what they are going to do to me next, but I didn’t care right now. Rex knelt down next to the tub again and took one of my legs out and started shaving it. He didn’t do a bad job; I guess he had a lot of practice shaving legs, I know their not the easiest things to shave in the bathtub. Rex told me to stand up; he took the shower chair and set it the bathtub facing him. “Sit down and spread your legs.” I did what I was told. I sat down I spread my legs, I made sure that he/ they could get to my pussy effortless.
I was starting to get wet again, I was glade my pussy was dry as the desert. I haven’t had someone take care of me like this in a long time. I was feeling pampered and love, maybe I should make a deal with them, granted I may have to give up my body, but I was doing that any ways with my Master, but at the same time I didn’t feel right, like I was disobeying. Dam I am so confused, I was starting to feel more and more tired. I am clean now, and all I want now is to rest.
Next thing I knew he was rinsing off my pussy, and the rest of my body with the shower head. They helped me up and wrapped me in a large towel, Rex picked me up and we all headed down the hallway again. I was so out of it, all I know is that we weren’t in the same room, but I didn’t care I was sleeping, warm, and conferrable, at this point I had no knowledge of what they where doing to me and why they are being so kind, but soon I will know.
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It was Friday night after the football game. Gina and I were waiting for my Mom to pick us up in front of the school. It was getting late and we were the only ones left. It was not like Mom to be late. Gina and I were seniors at Grant High School and we both turned eighteen this past September. We were excited that we made the varsity cheerleader squad this year. We were dressed in our little navy blue, gold, and white uniforms over gold panties, which we girls affectionately refereed to as “goldies.” Although our tops were made of a warm knitted material and had long sleeves we began to feel cold as it got later.
Gina was a slim, petite girl. She had long light brown hair, which she wore in a ponytail, and she had soft blue eyes. Her skin was unblemished and she had full, bee sting lips. She had a small bosom and a perfectly round little ass. As for me, I stood about three inches taller than Gina and had little more meat on my bones. I was a buxom brunette with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. My hair was thick and full, which I liked to leave down and natural. I developed early and was blessed with large breasts, which the boys loved to stare at. I had a nice hourglass figure. My hips were a bit wide and I had full, yet firm butt. I was not fat, or even plump by any means, but my blue and gold pleated uniform skirt draped over and barely covered the slightly pronounced curve of my behind. The boys loved to watch my ass when I cheered.
I searched my purse for some change to give Mom a call at the payphone nearby. I scrounged up thirty-five cents and as I picked up the receiver of the payphone, I spotted Mom’s white mini-van coming down the street. There was a dark, shadowy figure next to her in the passenger seat. As she came closer, I saw that it was a man. He wore dark sunglasses, which was peculiar being that it was so late at night.
“Beth, who is that guy with your Mom?” Gina asked.
“I have no idea. I never saw him before in my life.”
Mom pulled up and unlocked the sliding side door. She did not get out to open the door like she usually did. Mom looked kind of nervous. I slid open the door and Gina and I hopped in the back seat of the van. I sat behind Mom and slid the door closed. Mom was still dressed in her work attire. She had on a black knee length skirt and a red, long sleeved, silk blouse. With the exception of her long bangs, her lovely dark brown hair was pulled back in a bun. It appeared to be mussed up though. Mom was meticulous about her appearance and would not be caught dead in public looking so shabbily. She usually made it a habit to wear pantyhose or stockings when she wore dresses or skirts, but her smooth shapely legs were bare. Mom was thirty-nine years old, but she was still attractive a youthful looking. People always mistook us for sisters. Her hair was thinner and shorter than mine was and she had big, beautiful, brown eyes. She had a smaller frame than I did. I was slightly taller than she was, but like me, she was well endowed on top. I guess I inherited my large boobs from her.
Mom turned back to me as I fastened my seatbelt. “Beth, this is my cousin Joe from Chicago.” Said Mom nervously, “He-he was in town and happened to stop by for a surprise visit.”
“Hi cousin Joe.” I said. He nodded and did not speak.
“Hello Joe, I’m Gina, Beth’s friend.” Said Gina politely. Joe rudely ignored her. Gina looked over at me with a raised brow. I was sure she greeted him loud enough for him to hear her. I never knew Mom had a cousin named Joe. We did have relatives in Chicago though. I guessed him to be a distant cousin and the way Mom was acting, I didn’t think the surprise visit was all that welcomed. He was a strange looking guy. He appeared to be about 45 years old. He was tall and husky, maybe 6′-4″ and 265 pounds. He had jet-black hair, which he slicked back and thick dark eyebrows. His complexion was ruddy and his face was severely pockmarked. He was dressed in a black trench coat, with the collar raised to partially cover his homely face. He clutched a black leather bag upon his lap. It was the type of a bag that an old fashioned doctor would carry while making house calls. I didn’t like the vibe I was getting from him.
Mom pulled away from the curb and drove down the street. She turned south on the main highway out of town. We lived in the opposite direction. Gina was going to sleep over our house that night. We drove along in awkward silence. Something was up.
“Mom? Where are we going?” I asked.
“Well dear…I have bring Joe to see a friend.” She glanced over at Joe with a worried expression. Joe nodded in agreement. He had his arms folded in front of him and beneath his left armpit I saw a shiny black cylindrical object. I looked closer and saw that it was the barrel of a revolver pointed at Mom! My heart jumped.
“Mom? W-what’s going on here?” I asked. Then Joe suddenly whipped around in his seat and thrust the gun between my parted knees. The front sight of the gun nicked the inside of my left knee. Instinctively, I slammed my legs shut. The barrel was cold as it came in contact with my warm inner thighs. It was pointed right at my crotch. I froze in complete shock.
“Listen here you little bitch! Shut up and do everything I say and no one will get hurt.” He yelled fiercely. The muscles in his face grew taught and veins bulged in his neck. I was shaking terribly and only managed to shake my head yes in acknowledgement. Gina stared in horror with her mouth agape. She was scared speechless. Joe pulled the gun away and poked it into Mom’s ribs. “Drive!” He shouted. Mom said nothing and obeyed by driving along the dark highway out of town.
We pulled into an old industrial complex several miles outside the city limits near the county line. We parked behind an abandoned warehouse that used to house a machine shop. Joe ordered us out of the van and took us into the warehouse. Once inside, he closed the heavy door and latched it behind him. He placed a heavy lock on the latch and secured it. We were now locked in this dark and eerily empty warehouse with this crazed maniac. We were miles away from the nearest home, farm, or business. And with Joe armed with a gun, screaming or running would have been futile.
The warehouse was cold and damp. It smelled musty and dirty. The interior was dark and grimy. Trash, debris, rusted machinery, discarded tools and empty beer cans littered the area. Rats could be heard scurrying about. Gina shrieked as one ran across her foot. Joe brought us to the main floor, where he turned on a small desk lamp that stood on a metal table. It had no lampshade and the dusty old bulb dispersed a dingy yellow light throughout a small section of the main warehouse floor. Here, Joe pulled out thin leather straps from his doctor bag and ordered Mom to tie me and Gina’s hands in front of us. She secured us tightly as Joe supervised. Mom begged Joe to do what he wanted with her, but to leave us girls alone. He responded with a swift back handed slap to her cheek. She stumbled back and put a hand up to her face. She began to weep at the hopelessness of the situation.
Joe roughly grabbed Mom and spun her around. He quickly looped and tied a thin rope around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back. He pushed her down into a nearby metal folding chair and tied a cloth gag over her mouth. He took a long leather strap, looped through her arms, pulling her elbows closer together. Then he ran the strap through the open back of the chair, tying her arms tightly to the chair. He pulled some masking tape out of his bag and taped Mom’s ankles to the front legs of the chair. This forced her legs open and I could see under her skirt. She was not wearing panties, as her dark bush was fully visible. I was close enough to detect what looked like clear dried secretions on her upper, inner thighs. It was dried up semen. Did this guy already rape Mom? Mom was divorced for several years and she was not currently dating anyone, so I doubt if she had had consensual sex prior to this. I wondered how she had come across this creep.
Joe turned his attention toward Gina and me. He took two pairs of panties out of his bag and shoved a pair into my mouth. I could tell by the style and color that the underwear belonged to my mother. He placed tape over my mouth. He gagged Gina in a similar manner. Then he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to an area of the warehouse that had a pair of electrical hoists with thick chains that dropped down from the steel beam in the ceiling. Large hooks with clasp enclosures dangled at the bottom of heavy-duty chains that fed down from the hoists. With a hand held push button control, Joe could raise and lower the hooks and will. He clicked a button and a hook slowly descended from the ceiling. It stopped a few feet above my head. Joe grabbed my bound wrists, lifted them up and hooked the leather straps onto the heavy metal hook. The spring-loaded clasp locked my strapped wrists into the hook. I had to stand on tiptoes to relieve some of the pain forming in my shoulders and upper back, as I was partially suspended from the hook. He did the same to Gina
Joe clicked two buttons, which sent Gina and I up and away. He raised us a few feet off the floor. It was quite uncomfortable being suspended like we were. The hoists were on a single steel rail, which ran along a beam in the ceiling. Greased rollers on the main hoist mechanism latched onto the steel beam, which allowed the hoists to be pulled across the warehouse floor. Joe dragged us along and brought us closer to Mom, who was still seated in folding chair. She was struggling to free herself. She stopped and looked in horror as she saw Gina and me raised off the floor and swinging from a pair of hoists.
Joe noticed Mom trying to free herself. He became angry. “I will teach you to try to get away from me bitch!” He growled as he moved quickly toward my mother. He tore open the front of her silky blouse, stripped the garment off her body and threw it aside. He grabbed the front of her lacey white bra and pulled his hand down forcefully, tearing it off her body cleanly. Her heavy, full bosoms flopped downward onto her chest. Her nipples hardened slightly in the cold damp air. Joe placed his face into Mom’s chest and began to wildly lick her blooming breasts. He nibbled at her nipples and bit into the soft white flesh outside her areolas. Joe stood up and began to slap Mom’s breast about. She screamed into her gag and writhed with every sharp stinging blow. Joe stopped only to remove his thick black leather belt from his pants and resumed his assault with frenzied whips to her tenderized boobs. Her brutalized breasts turned a bright pink with a combination of hand shaped and strap shaped welts. Mom shut her eyes tight and her feet danced up and down nervously although they were tightly bound the chair leg. She shook her knees inward and outward as if she had to pee. After about a hundred strokes of the belt, Joe stopped the wild punishment of Mom’s breasts.
He reached into an evil bag of tricks and pulled out a hard white plastic vibrator. It was an eight-inch, phallic shaped model with a smooth, narrow tip. It buzzed as he turned it on. Joe shoved it against Mom’s exposed snatch and worked it into her vagina. Mom raised her hips and jumped in her seat. He worked it in and out of her pussy for a few minutes. Mom trembled and quaked in her seat, moaning into the cloth over her mouth. After a few minutes of this, I heard her scream into her gag as she came in a cascading orgasm. Mom slumped down into her seat and appeared to be relishing the moment of the release of sexual tension. Joe shoved the vibrator deep into her pussy and left it there. It rattled loudly on the metallic seat of the folding chair. Mom would press her thighs together occasionally. This muffled the rattling sound. Joe took a pair of wooden clothespins from his bag and clamped them onto her erect nipples. Mom moaned intensely and wiggled in her seat. She opened her legs then pressed her thighs firmly together. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation. It seemed that Mom was on her way to a multi-orgasmic adventure. I felt a tingling sensation deep in my pussy as I saw the horrific yet strangely erotic sight of my mother’s pussy being violated and fulfilled by machinery at the same time.
Joe folded his belt in his hand and came over to me. He lowered my hoist a few inches so that my feet could reach the floor if I stood on tiptoes. He pulled me over to a stainless steel table. He centered the hoist over the center of the table. This forced me to bend forward over it. My short cheerleader skirt rose up, showing off my butt. The bottoms of my gold panties peeked out from under the pleated skirt. Joe flipped the skirt onto my back and stood back. He wound up and cracked me hard on my ass with his belt. I sang out a muffled scream into the rolled up ball of panties crammed into my mouth. It was a hard biting sting that cut across by sensitive ass cheeks. Joe twisted back and smacked me again, nearly in the same spot. Again, the sting was sharp and hot. Joe began to whip my ass with the same intensity that he used on Mom’s tits. After a half a minute my ass began to burn and throb. The pain was real and intense, but it was affecting me in a strange way. I actually began to get turned on. Wetness welled up inside me and my panties became quite moist. The pain began to subside and numbing set in. A warm, good feeling overcame the hurt. I could not believe it. I was finding pleasure in pain. What kind of sick person was I? The sensation was incredible though. Part of me wanted him to stop, but a part of me wanted more and more!
Joe stopped whipping me after what seemed like a 100 to 150 cracks on the ass. My butt was on fire when he finished. He twisted me around to face him. My ass came in contact with the cold steel of the table. The coolness soothed my aching, burning cheeks. Joe lifted my knit top and pushed my white sports bra over my plump boobs. They dangled there helpless and vulnerable. Joe left me there for a moment to retrieve a black leather riding crop from his bag of pain. He whipped it against the palm of his bare hand. He grinned crookedly beneath his dark glasses as he approached me. Without a word of warning, he proceeded to whip my breasts with the riding crop. He used rapid sidestrokes and backstrokes. Like my ass, my tender soft breast flesh stung at first. The pain gave away to heat, which in turn gave way to a dull ache, then numbness. My nipples got extremely erect. When Joe saw this, he directed his assault on them. Again, my experience in pain was exhilarating and pleasurable. Joe stopped after several minutes, either out of exhaustion or boredom. He turned his evil hand toward Gina.
Joe raised Gina up two more feet to a point where her groin was level to his head. He reached up under Gina’s skirt and lowered her goldies and her white cotton panties, which she concealed beneath her gold uniform briefs. He stripped her underwear from her dangling feet and dropped them on the floor. He raised her back up and began to pet Gina’s soft furry muff. He stuck his fingers into her pussy as she squirmed and twisted on the hook. Joe stepped away and disappeared into the darkness. He returned moments later with an old push broom with a long wooden handle. He lubed the rounded tip of the handle with petroleum jelly, which he produced from his bag. He propped the broom up against Gina’s leg and measured. He raised Gina up a few more inches, then positioned the broom just under her crotch. He lowered her down to a point where the greased tip of the broom handle was about to breech the opening of her virginal vagina. Fear overcame her face. Her eyes were wide and she shook like a panicky fish on a hook. She tried kicking her legs at Joe, but he deflected the blows easily and managed to lower the hoist, easing Gina’s body onto the upright broom. She hung there with her pussy skewered onto the broom. The top five inches of the broomstick disappeared into her snatch. The sight was incredibly bizarre and Gina looked like a cheerleader flavored Popsicle.
Gina struggled some more at this unwelcome intrusion, forcing the broom handle in another inch. Joe just stood back and watched as Gina finally gave up her struggles. After she was finally still, he stepped forward and licked the stick just inches below Gina and worked his way up to her pussy. His tongue swirled around the point of entry and then ventured on to her budding clitoris. He flicked away at her clit with his darting tongue. Joe dropped his pants and kicked them to the side. He began stroking an enormous erection as he licked Gina’s sweet, young pussy. After several minutes, Gina began to hyperventilate and shudder. I could not tell if she was in pain or in ecstasy. The facial expressions were too similar. He stood there working on her clit with his tongue for ten minutes, whereupon she came with three heaving sighs.
Joe came back to punish me some more. His ten-inch cock poked out from his dark trench coat. It was as fierce looking as the gun he pointed at my pussy earlier. He knelt down and pulled off my goldies and my white shiny nylon panties simultaneously. He picked them up and inhaled the crotch of my underwear. He smiled, as he liked my fresh young womanly scent. He walked over to Mom and draped my undies over her head to taunt her. She struggled weakly against her bonds causing the vibrator to slide out of her pussy a little. He smiled a little, then roughly jammed the dildo back into her pussy in one quick motion. Realizing that there was nothing she could do for me, she began to enjoy the dildo once again.
Joe came back over to me, stopping to make another trip to his black bag. He pulled out a small shiny object that looked like a tie clip. It had a thick black string with a purple feather attached to it. Upon a closer look, I saw that it was a metal clamp with serrated teeth. I recognized it as a “roach clip”, an instrument used by marijuana smokers to hold their depleted joints in place without burning their fingers. Joe lifted my skirt and searched for my snatch. He rubbed his hand over my muff and felt around for my clit. Once he located it, he placed the clamp onto the extremely sensitive tissue that formed my love button. The searing pain coursed through my body as the clamp bit down onto my tender and swollen clit. I pressed my thighs tightly together as a reflexive response. I began to breathe heavily and tried to focus on putting the pain out of my head. The rapid breathing helped and the pain subsided as I tried to relax and just accept it. The pain caused blood to flow to my clit and it throbbed and pulsated through the sharp tight teeth of the clip. An overwhelming urge to urinate came over me. I was tempted to let my golden river flow, but I decided to hold it in. The pressure was intense.
Just then, Joe twirled me away from him. He raised my skirt and spanked my bare sore bottom with his hand. I jumped and slammed my knees together in shock. My clenched thighs pulled at the clip attached to my clit causing a wave of pain to shoot deep into my pussy. He continued to spank me vigorously for brief thirty seconds. When he was done, he grabbed onto my lower legs and lifted them up. This transfer of weight pulled painfully on my already tight and sore shoulders and back as my arms hung from the hook. With the exception of my raised arms, my body was parallel with and facing the floor. Joe cupped his hands on the front of my thighs, just above the knees. He held me there in place as he stuck his huge cock into my pussy from behind. He pulled my legs toward him causing me to swing and collide into his pubic arch. His stone hard cock filled my tight pussy to the bursting point as he mounted me “wheel barrel style.” Unlike Gina, I lost my virginity a week after my 18th birthday, when Brian Davis, the varsity quarterback popped my cherry in the back of his van. I had a few guys since then, so I felt I would be more prepared and not get startled when a man’s penis penetrated my pussy. But Joe’s length and width was too overwhelming and coupled with the quick and unusual manner he took me, I was caught totally off guard.
Joe swung me and fucked me with all his might. He slammed me hard onto his rigid groin piercing me continuously with his stiff rod. The sexual action rubbed and pulled at the clamp biting into my clit. It stung like a mad hornet, but it hurt so good. The friction occurring within my vaginal walls caused a burning sensation that drove me completely bonkers. I wiggled and arched my back as I swung to and fro, bouncing off Joe’s bumping pelvis. My vaginal juices got flowing and slathered all over his prick. Wetness seeped out of my pussy and saturated my muff and upper thighs. Joe flooded my pussy with a barrage of cum as he climaxed. Unfortunately, he pulled out before I could cum. I was so close too, and he very well knew it. This was all part of his torturous game. After doing his business, he dropped my legs and left me to dangle on the hook. My legs were weak and wobbly.
Joe went over to Gina again. She was still impaled on the broomstick. He raised the hoist, lifted her off the stick and tossed it aside. He took his belt and wrapped it tightly around Gina’s ankles, binding them together. He lowered her to the floor. She felt relieved as her feet touched the ground taking the pressure off her shoulders, arms and back. Her relief would only be temporary, as she was soon to find out. Joe took Gina’s bound wrists off the hook. Then he lowered it until it was about three feet from the floor. He forced Gina to sit on the floor. He picked up her feet and fastened the belt around her ankles onto the hook. Her bare bottom was exposed as she raised her legs. Joe clicked the control button and slowly raised Gina’s hoist. She was hoisted up into the air and dangled upside down. Her skirt hung upside down exposing her cute little ass. Once her ass reached the level of Joe’s head, he stopped the hoist. Joe spun Gina around allowing a frontal view, albeit an upside down view, of her slender, youthful, and very exposed lower body.
Joe stood in front of the topsy-turvy Gina. Her face was down at his naked groin and her pussy was at his face. He removed her gag and forced his cock into her mouth. He made her clean his wet and still swollen shaft with her mouth as he buried his nose into the bottom tip of her pubic triangle. He breathed her in as he wrapped his left arm around her ass. He pulled her toward him sending her soft mound into his mouth. He stuck his tongue into her inverted snatch and ate her out, while Gina sucked his dick while being suspended upside down. They remained in this awkward position for several minutes. Joe pulled out and shot streaks of cum all over Gina’s face, chin, and throat. He left her dangling inverted over the floor.
Joe knelt down and searched his voluminous bag for more toys. He emerged with another vibrator; identical to the one crammed into Mom’s slit. He turned it on and walked over to me. He raised my hoist higher, taking my feet at least three feet off the floor. He inserted the vibrator into my violated pussy and shoved it in deep. The oscillating vibrator was a unique to me. I never used one before and the feeling was incredible. Joe took my panties from Mom’s head and put them back on me, securing the vibrator in place. The hard plastic phallus shook rapidly in my snatch and buzzed in my panties. I came within seconds. Moments later, I came again. I was going crazy! The feeling was great. Like Mom, I was on my way to a multi-orgasmic experience of my own. The dildo made up for Joe leaving me high and dry after fucking me like he was driving a hanging wheel barrel with his prick.
Joe returned to Gina. He lowered her hoist and helped her down to the floor. He unhooked her legs from the hoist and removed his belt from her ankles. He raised Raising the hoist, he once again hung her by her wrists. Gina was raised off the floor a second time and Joe pulled her over to a dismantled conveyor belt table. He made sure I could see what he was about to do to her, even giving me a sadistic wink as he rubbed her hairy snatch. There were two scaffolding frames on either side of the table. Joe widened the distance between the two frames. He dragged Gina and positioned her directly over the table. He lowered her a little. Then he took each foot and stretched her legs out, tying her ankles to cross-sections of each opposing scaffold frame. Gina was stretched spread eagle over the conveyor belt table. Joe laid upon the center slot of the table facing up at Gina. His cock was hard, poised, and ready.
“I hear cheerleaders are good at doing the splits.” Joe said breaking a long silence, “You look like you would be good at it.” He grinned up at her.
“No! Please don’t! I’m a virgin.” Gina pleaded for her innocence.
“Right.” Joe said sarcastically, “All you cheerleaders are whores. Time to do the splits baby doll.” He lowered the hoist.
”Nooooo! It will hurt!” Gina screamed. Joe continued to lower Gina and her legs spread wide over his supine body. Her legs were in a full split as her stretched out virginal pussy hovered a centimeter away from the tip of Joe’s penis. Although her body weight pushed her downward, her slender legs could not stretch any further. Frustrated, Joe got off the table and searched for something that would help raise his body or lower hers. He found a wooden pallet and laid it down across the table. This would raise him nearly a foot from the slot in the table. He climbed on the table and slid himself between the pallet and Gina’s wide-open snatch. Once in position, he pressed his cock against her labia. Gina tried to squirm and protest, but she was stuck. He thrust his hips upward and penetrated her tight box. Joe had ventured where no man had gone before and he took Gina’s treasured virginity. He fucked her as she did the splits over him. The whole scene looked like some sort of bizarre circus act. I felt bad for Gina that she had to loose her virginity to this dark, sadistic creep, especially in this weird and non-consensual manner. He pounded her from below, which caused her pert little breasts to bounce up and down. Her petite pussy was stuffed with Joe’s huge cock. She screamed and groaned as he fucked her fiercely. But Gina panted and shouted for more! He was thoroughly punishing her little snatch. I was almost envious. Gina’s small-framed body rocked aggressively as she had an explosive orgasm. Joe shot his load of cum into her salacious snatch.
When he was done, Joe got up and untied Gina’s ankles. He helped her to get her feet down from the scaffolding and allowed her to stand upright on the table. Then he dragged her away from the table and lowered her to where her feet could touch the floor. Joe went back to his bag of tricks. He pulled out a cordless hand drill. I shuddered as I thought what he might have planned to do with it. Who would be his next victim?
Joe tested the drill by pulling the trigger twice. It was fully charged. There was no drill bid attached. He walked over to Mom and knelt down between her open legs. He yanked the still buzzing vibrator out of her vagina. He switched it off and tossed it into his bag. Joe took the drill and pointed the hard round rotating head at her mound with intentions of inserting it into her vagina. Although there was no drill bid, the thick rotating steelhead would tear her pussy to shreds. Things were going horribly wrong now. He teased Mom with short revs of the drill. Terror was struck in Mom’s eyes. Joe laughed menacingly as he leaned into her, ready to stick buzzing power tool in her. Suddenly, a loud banging sound was heard in the distance. It was loud enough for Joe to hear over the drill’s motor. He froze and listened. We heard voices. Someone was coming! Joe quickly put on his pants and gathered up his bag and ducked away into the darkness. I heard a door slam as he left. The voices drew near. They were men’s voices. They were laughing and joking.
I was shocked and embarrassed to see half of the starting offense of varsity football team staring up at me in astonishment. To make matters worse, Brian Davis led the pack. They came to the old abandoned warehouse to drink on weekends. And there I was, bound, gagged, and suspended in the air with a vibrator buzzing in my pussy. Then there was my Mom, sitting across from me, bound and gagged, with her snatch sticking out for everyone to see. Boy, was I embarrassed. But I was also relieved that the boys came to our rescue and scared off Joe. Brian was nice enough to help me down. He showed genuine concern, which served to minimize the embarrassment. The other boys helped and untied Mom and Gina. We explained to them that we were abducted and sexually assaulted. At first I thought the boys would show their immaturity and make light of the situation, but when they found out what happened, they were great. Of course, word got out all over school by the following Monday.
Mom told me that Joe broke into the house while she was at work. He jumped her in the kitchen as she came through the garage door. He raped her for several hours back at the house. He knew that no man was coming home. When Joe saw my cheerleading picture on the fireplace mantle, he inquired about me. Mom told him that I was her daughter and I was at the came. Then she slipped and told him that she was late to pick me up. Joe thought it would be worth his while to add a pair of high school cheerleaders to his sexual conquests and he ordered Mom at gunpoint to take him to the school and pick us up. She did not want us to go to the police because he knew where we lived.
Years later, I found out that Mom belonged to a BDSM club. I found out from Gina, who joined the same club a year after our ordeal in the warehouse. It all made sense after a while, because I would often see Mom come home with bruises and welts all about her body. She also had prescriptions for several pain medications. Gina would dress as a dominatrix and Mom did not recognize her. Mom was a “sub” according to what Gina told me. Gina also said that she saw Joe again at one of their gatherings. He was a member from the Chicago branch of the club and was just visiting. He hung out with Mom most of that night.
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A professional white couple hunting something different
This is necro and not for the faint hearted……..A woman gets kidnapped from the ER of a hospital and spirited away to the Medical School nextdoor to be played with and expeimented upon.
This is a Story of Total Fiction, includes Gay Rape, If you are EASILY Offended PLEASE DO NOT READ IT.
Our Married life experiences continues to grow
If you’re looking for a quick fix sex fic, this might not be the story for you. If you’re looking for humiliation, pain, Male Dom, and female submission… oh and hard core torture, you’re in the right place! Main Characters: Mitchell Pearse – 33, shaved head, multiple tattoos. 6 feet tall, muscular build. Owns The Lagoon, a hip place to be if you’re drinking and looking for fun. 9 inch long dick. 2 inches across. Naomi Sakurai – 24, Half German and Half Japanese, Not a US citizen yet. Shaved pussy, no tattoos, long black, red, and white hair with a ‘scene girl’ hair cut. 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Works at The Lagoon as a sexy bartender.
i own nothing! My very first Clannibal fic! I might go back and add chapters to the beginning, so bear with me as I write out of order 🙂 I just couldn’t wait any longer to post it! Thank you so much to my research partner BlackInk07 for answering all my questions and letting me bounce ideas! You’re the BEST!!! This fic stemmed from a very vivid dream I had after reading some amazing Clannibal fanfic. Hope you like the dark and twisty.
Mom comes home early from work
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A tale of violence and lust a rich man has for young women
High Fantasy – Druidess held captive.
Never exploit the kind ones; they might just have something beneath their skin that comes out when pushed too hard. Story is not reflexive of this writer, maybe.
My second story to put up. Taking babysteps. Hope you all enjoy!
DON’T read this if you are easily offended
Grant has an usual career, Alisha is his latest “client”.
As I wrote this, I considered the protagonist to be working as a handyman/janitor for a university while enrolled to help with cost. I thought of the female character as a student. Both are roughly the same age. Please tell me what you think. Based on interest i will consider writing their backstory and a continuation.
Further adventures of a sexual predator!
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Trish’s eyes fluttered open. She was dazed and confused. The last thing she remembered was being at a party. What happened after that? She felt groggy, and her head hurt. Where was she? The only lighting in the room was a dim light swinging on the ceiling. It was dangling relatively low. In fact, if she stood on the tips of her toes, she might have been able to actually touch it with her fingertips.
“I need to stop drinking,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes.
She stumbled into a standing position and observed her surroundings. She found herself in a dark, gloomy room. The entire room was made of concrete, and it was dreadfully cold. There were no windows, and there was only one steel door in a corner.
“Let’s try this,” she sighed, walking over to the door.
To her dismay, the steel door was locked. She pounded on it. Hopefully, someone would hear her from the other side. She had no idea where she was. All she could remember was that she had been completely drunk. She must have passed out, but why was she here?
“Somebody help me!” she bawled in a desperate voice, pounding on the steel door again, “I am trapped in this room!”
Her pounding echoed. It was creepy in a way. She stopped pounding. It didn’t seem to be doing much good. She was not used to being ignored. She had never been in a situation where she did not get her way instantly. Her parents were very wealthy. She was perhaps the hottest, little, blonde girl in her high school. She was always dating and hanging with the popular guys.
She was a senior in high school and a relatively attractive young girl. She had curves that everyone noticed. Her ass was very thick, well-shaped, round, and plush. She never hesitated to swing it around as she walked, taunting every guy that saw her. Her skin was a slightly tan color. It was very smooth and soft. Her lips were well-formed and pouty, surrounded by full cheeks. Her thighs were also very thick and supple, and she did not bother showing them off as well with miniskirts. Her breasts were huge, large, and firm, and she always wore tight shirts so as to squeeze them together, causing any male that glanced at her cleavage to have an instant erection.
She felt a shiver run down her spine. It was way too cold in this gloomy room. She looked down and noticed that her attire had changed. At the party, she had been dressed in a pair of jeans and a ordinary shirt. She was now clad in a skimpy schoolgirl’s outfit, complete with a short plaid miniskirt that only covered one third of her round ass, lace panties, knee-high stockings, a button-down shirt, and a necktie. Her hair was also in pigtails.
“What the fuck?” she stammered, “Who the fuck dressed me in this?”
It wasn’t that she looked bad in this particular outfit. In fact, she looked rather hot in it. She just didn’t know who had put the clothes on her. The small shirt clenched her busty breasts together, the short skirt revealed her beautifully sculpted thighs, and the pigtails made her look all the more cute. Her curves were clearly outlined by the tight clothing.
“Somebody help me! Please!” she yelled, banging on the steel door.
The cold was beginning to get to her. She wrapped her arms around her body, squishing her breasts further together. Her soft skin felt numb, her teeth were chattering, and she felt as if she was freezing.
“Will somebody open this door!” she wailed at the top of her lungs.
As if to answer her, the door popped open, and two huge men in ski masks walked into the room. Before she could think of anything to say, Trish was forced face-first onto the ground. She struggled, but the men held her tight in the face-down position.
“What is this?” Trish screamed, “Let go of me! Where am I? Let me go!”
Her pleas were useless, and her struggling even more so. The two masked men had her arms pinned behind her back. The cold floor smothered Trish’s breasts, which were pinned very tightly against the concrete tiles. All she could do was kick her legs.
She watched as a third masked man entered the room. He was pushing a wheeled table in front of him. From her position on the floor, she could not tell what was on the table. It looked like one of the tables that doctors kept their utensils on. She struggled some more, but the two men held her in place.
Following the third masked man was an obese man in a detective’s coat. His entire body was covered by the huge coat, but his face was clearly visible. He was a rather ugly man. He had warts across his face, a giant nose with hairs sticking out of the nostrils, and crooked yellow teeth. His bald head gleamed in the dim light. He looked familiar to Trish for some odd reason.
“Tie her arms behind her back and her ankles together,” the ugly bald man ordered.
One of the masked men that was holding Trish down produced a long, thick piece of rope. He fastened Trish’s arms behind her back firmly and tightly. She squirmed around, but it was useless. The knots were tight. He brought her kicking legs to a forceful halt and tied the ankles together as well. Then, leaving some rope, the three men left. They locked the door behind them.
“Who are you?” Trish demanded, “Let me go!”
The ugly man cackled with a sinister grin. Trish tried to climb to her feet, but with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together, it was impossible. She just stayed in that position, face-first into the ground. Her nipples were beginning to feel extremely numb from the cold concrete floor.
“Who are you?” she yipped again, glaring up at the ugly man.
“My name is John McCoy,” the hideous man laughed, “And you are Trish Clover. I visited your school sometime back. I am a representative for Blankton University. You remember me now?”
At that instant, it all came rushing back to Trish. Blankton had been her dream school since she was a little girl. Of course, when a representative visited her high school, she was the first to ask questions. This man was the man that had visited her school. He had seemed very interested in her, asking her many questions.
“Did you ever wonder why a representative from one of the top schools in the nation would be so interested in a girl with such mediocre grades?” the old man laughed.
“Because,” Trish began.
“Surely, you did not think that Blankton actually wanted you,” John smirked, “We are ranked very high. Why would we want a girl with such a poor performance in school?”
Trish had not really thought about it. She had always wanted to go there. It was a little odd that such a prestigious school would be interested in a girl with her academic performance. John had seemed interested in her, but she had not really thought about why he had been.
“I just wanted to get your personal information,” John chuckled, “I wanted your name, your address, and so on. You know why?”
Trish was stunned and in disbelief.
“I wanted you!” he answered his own question, “You see, I am part of an exclusive club. It is for the people that are more wealthy than most. Basically, it is a club for rich people. You know what this club does?”
“I don’t care!” Trish cried, “Just let me go! Please! Let me go!”
“Our club is for rich people that are angry and need to get stress out in some way. We pay a monthly fee, and in return, we get to have innocent people trapped in these cold, concrete rooms,” he smiled, “And we get to torture them!”
Trish eyes lit up with horror.
“And for a higher price, we can pick the gender of our victim,” John grinned, “Some of the club members like to torture people to get anger out of their system. In which case, gender is not a big factor at all. I, on the other hand, like to torture young girls because it turns me on!”
“Don’t!” Trish cried, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”
“And for a higher price,” John continued to explain, “We get to select the victim’s age and race. For an even higher price, we get to pick a specific person. The moment I saw you, I knew that I had to have you inside of this chamber. That outfit? It was my selection. You like my taste, sweetie?”
Tears streamed down Trish’s beautiful checks. She could not believe this was happening. What was going on here? This couldn’t be real. She struggled to get into a standing position. It was still impossible. Every time she made the slightest bit of progress, John pushed her back down with his foot.
“Don’t be afraid,” John whispered in a taunting voice, “I am only here to have some fun with you, Trish.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You will go to jail for this! Let me go! Please! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
“Hush, little baby,” John sang softly.
Her begs did not help her situation. In fact, those begs for mercy only turned the sick bastard on more. John’s cock was growing hard. Trish could clearly see the huge erection pushing outward on the detective’s coat. It was throbbing with intensity.
“Let me go!” Trish helplessly demanded, squirming on the ground.
John grabbed Trish by her right arm, pulling her into a standing position. He brought her body very close to his body with her back to him. Her ass sunk into his crotch. The warmth turned him on. She felt the bulk grow, pressing into her plush ass. She closed her eyes, hoping and praying that this was all just a bad dream.
“Oh, baby!” John moaned, “You are so fucking sexy.”
His left hand reached over her body, forcing its way between her fastened legs and grabbing her inner thigh. It felt so warm and inviting. He gripped it, squeezing it roughly. His right arm held her body close to his body by wrapping around her waist. She squirmed a bit, but there was very little she could do while tied up. He sunk his face into the side of her neck, inhaling heavily.
“You smell nice,” he moaned, “You know, Trish, most people like to muffle their victims. Most people like to gag them, tape their mouth shut, or do something to stop their screams. I don’t. I love your screams. Scream for me, bitch!”
His left hand slid up her thick thigh and underneath her white, lace panties. He gripped tightly on her pussy lips, scrunching her privates with his fist. Her eyes were still closed, and tears were pouring down her cheeks. She felt his hand twisting her pussy lips around, gripping and pinching the outer vagina. The tight grip of his fist hurt.
“Ouch! Stop it!” she screamed.
“Sweetie, you are bound and tied up in a concrete cell with a crazed rapist,” John whispered, “I’m going to hurt you. I am going to hang you up and whip you raw! No one will ever find you!”
His grip tightened on her pussy. He was twisting it harder than ever now. Pain ran through her body. She was in a helpless situation. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks. John chuckled and licked them from her face. He began kissing all over her neck. She felt his crotch grow in size, pushing against her thick bottom.
“Oh, it is time!” John sneered.
“Huh?” Trish exclaimed.
Before she knew it, John had spun her body around. She was now facing John. He was still holding her body close to his. His right arm wrapped around her small of her lower back, keeping her pushed against his body. His left hand reached around, rubbing one of her ass cheeks. It was so soft, so inviting. He squeezed it.
“It is time for you to dance for me, baby!” John cackled.
His left hand reluctantly let go of her ass. With his right arm still holding her body against his, he used his left hand to tighten her necktie. It choked her a bit, and she felt her throat’s air passage being cut short. He reached up to the low-hung light and tied the end of her necktie to the chain that the the light was hanging from, forcing her on her tip-toes.
“Oh, God!” Trish gasped.
Since the tie was attached to the ceiling, it pulled her head up in such a way that forced her to look directly into the bulb, which made her squint. Even on her tip-toes, it was hard for her to breathe.
“I want to see your sexy ass dance,” John laughed.
“What?” Trish yelped.
It was hard for her to talk with her throat’s air passage cut so short. She had to gasp for air, inhaling in gulps. She also couldn’t move anywhere. All she could do was slightly sway her body back and forth or right and left. Standing on her tip-toes really restricted her movement. It didn’t take long for Trish to discover what John meant when he said dance. John grabbed an item on the rolling table. It was a Cat-O-Nine-Tails whip. She could barely see it out of the corner of her eye, which was watering from looking directly into the light.
“No!” she screamed, “Please! Don’t!”
Paying no attention, John ripped off Trish’s white shirt. Buttons spilled across the floor. He threw the shirt at her feet, which were still on their tip toes and tied together. He ripped open her bra as well, revealing her well formed breasts. She shrieked. Calmly, he pulled her her skirt, panties, and knee high socks down to her ankles. She was completely naked. She felt so cold.
“Dance time!” John growled, standing back.
Crack! The nine-tailed whip cracked against her ass. John swung it around again. Crack! She screamed in pain and agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was all in vain. She could not even move! All she could do was scream. Crack!
“Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Visible red marks were spread across her soft, plush ass cheeks. Chuckling, John swung the whip again, this time on her big, beautiful breasts. Swat! She let out a cry of pain. The full breasts jiggled as they were smacked. She could do nothing about it. All she could do was sway back and forth, crying to herself. Swat!
“No! Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Swat! John paused for a second. He walked close to Trish again. He bent down and began to lick the tip of her right breast. His tongue swirled around the nipple. He then began to suck on the tit, wrapping his lips around the upright perk. She struggled, but it did no good. Suddenly, she felt his teeth clench onto her tit. She screamed in pain.
“Yummy! I’m going to bite your cute little tits off, you cunt!” John hissed between his teeth.
The grip of his teeth on her tit was unbearable. She let out another cry and another scream. She begged and pleaded, but the clenching of his teeth only got harder. Was he really going to bite it off? She felt his teeth pulling on it. The flesh around her tit stretched out. Yet again, she screamed. The teeth tightened. He swung his head around, stretching the breast out more.
“Ouch!” Trish screamed, “Stop! Please! Stop! It hurts!”
His teeth let go, and she let out a sigh of relief. The tit must have swollen at least twice its original size from the harsh treatment it had endured. It was still very difficult for her to breathe, and her feet were beginning to cramp from being on the tip-toes for so long. John’s palm rubbed her swollen breast, caressing it softly.
“Please,” Trish begged, “No more.”
John stepped back again, and swung the whip. Smack! The nine tails assaulted her breasts again. Swat! They whipped her ass cheeks. She swayed around, but it did no good. Crack! They cracked against her butt cheeks again. Swat! Yet another smack on the butt. The nine tails really hurt. Every strike was followed by her sexy scream. Slap! That one was on her breasts. Smack! That one swatted her belly.
“Ouch!” she cried.
John grabbed her by her pigtails with his right hand, pulling her body towards him. He clenched his teeth onto her right breast again. She shrieked. Not again!
“No!” she screamed, “Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!”
“Oh, scream, you cunt!” John hissed, letting go of the grip his teeth had on her breast.
He stepped back. Swat! Another time across her ass. Her back arched, and she cringed in utter pain. He walked in front of her and swung the whip again. Crack! It smacked her across her belly. She could not take it. It hurt so bad. She struggled, and she felt the tie gripping her throat.
“Ouch!” she whimpered, “Stop! Please! Ouch!”
“Oh, yeah!” John cackled, “Scream!”
Crack! Across her belly again. The pain shot through her body. She was helpless. He walked behind her and swung the whip. Slap! The nine tails stung as they whipped across the back of her thighs. Swat! Each tail left a throbbing red streak on her skin.
“Ouch! Ouch!” Trish shrilled.
John dropped the whip and walked up to her again. Face to face, he reached his hands around her, hugging her closely. She was still on her tip toes, still looking up at the light. He pushed her plush and supple body against his. She was so warm! He pinched her swollen right breast. She closed her eyes, ready for another bite. However, this time, he did not bite down on it. He loosened his pinch and began rubbing it with his palm. He squished it, squeezed it, and slapped it around.
“Yes!” John whispered, “Nice! Just as soft and cushiony as I dreamed you would be! Oh, yes! I’ve been planning this for such a long time, Trish!”
“Please,” Trish whimpered, “Don’t.”
“Now,” John chuckled, “You get fucked!”
He let her body go for a bit. She was gagging on the choking grip of the necktie. He reached on the rolling table and took a big knife. She shrieked. He brought the knife up, and to Trish’s disbelief, cut the necktie. She fell to the ground, gasping for air. She could breathe!
“Open your legs, bitch!” John commanded, holding the knife in a menacing way, “Open them up, sweetie, or I will slice off your swollen breast!”
“I can’t!” Trish cried, “You tied my ankles together!”
“Bitch, don’t get an attitude!” John yelled, “I know you can open your knees up! Open your fucking knees, baby, and let me slide in between your legs. I am going to fuck you!”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You aren’t fucking me!”
Angered, John grabbed Trish by the neck. He choked her and lifted her into a standing position. He spun her around so that her back was to him. Again, his right arm wrapped around her waist so as to grip her body close to his body. She struggled, but since she was tied up, it did no good. His left hand, which held the knife, went to her throat. He ran the dull side of the knife across her neck.
“You are going to open up,” John smiled.
He put the knife back onto the wheeled table. Trish’s body squirmed around, but John kept her mushed close to him with his right arm still around her waist. She felt his large cock push against her ass cheek through his detective’s coat. She whimpered. He grabbed an electric device, which was no larger than a television remote control, from the wheeled table.
“You know, Trish,” John whispered, “You should have listened, honey. This thing is used for unruly cattle and animals.”
Trish could see two pointy tips at the top of the device. John clicked a button on the small device. There were three levels of voltage on the device – low, medium, and high. He turned it onto medium. An electric current sparked from one tip to the other. It gleamed in the air with a weird zapping noise. The electric current flowed across the tips. She shrunk back in fear and trepidation. That line of electricity looked frightening.
“It is used to electrically shock them when they aren’t doing what they’re told,” John snickered, “You are my pet, and you aren’t doing what your told, baby. I have no choice.”
He turned off the device, moved it down to her pussy, and let the two tips touch her pussy lips, cramming it between her tightly fastened thighs. He shoved the device deep into her pussy. He snickered. She was scared now, and he could tell. She was going to open her legs for him. He already knew he had won.
“No! Don’t turn it on!” Trish gasped, “Please! Help me! God! No! Not There!”
“Ready to open those legs?” John asked.
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Please!” Trish pleaded.
“Well, nothing assures me more than a little voltage up your pussy!” Johns hissed, “Here we go!”
“Please! No! I’ll do anything! I’ll do everything you want me to do!” Trish pleaded, “I will open my legs! I will suck your cock! You can fuck me! Anything! Just don’t shock me! Please! Don’t shock me! Please! Don’t!”
John’s right arm gripped her body tighter than ever now. He was holding her tightly against his body. He could feel her squirming, he could sense her fear, and he loved every single perverted second of it. He smiled. He loved letting girls think that he was going to let them off the hook.
“Well, baby,” John hesitated, “That was pretty convincing, but I still want to shock you!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
His right hand grabbed a handful of blonde hair, bringing her head backwards next to his. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. His left hand kept the device crammed deep into her pussy. He turned it on medium. Bzzt! The electric shock ran into her beautiful body, causing her to jolt. Her eyes widened.
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yeeek!”
“Just so we understand each other,” John whispered.
The current kept flowing through her body, causing her to squirm ferociously. John adjusted the current from medium to high. The jolt shot up through Trish’s body harder. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was ajar. She was screaming for her life. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and it made John all the more horny. High voltage ran through her sexy little core.
“Yaaa-ouch!” she screamed, shaking uncontrollably, “Oh God! Eeaahh! Stop! Aaah! No! Aaah!”
“If you live through this, sweetheart, I am going to fuck you!” John whispered.
His left hand buried the device deeper into the blonde beauty’s pussy. She screamed, and tears rolled down her pouty cheeks. Why hadn’t she just opened her damn legs? Why did she have to be so stubborn? She regretted refusing to open up for this pervert. Things had gone from bad to worse. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Her pussy was being damaged. Smoke began flowing into her nostrils from her burning pussy.
“You’re cooking!” John giggled, “Are you ready to fuck, baby?”
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yes! Just get that thing out of my bod-eeaahh! Aaah! Yaaa-uuuh! Uuuh!”
John stuffed the device in as deep as it could go for one last moment. Trish cried out in pure agony. John then turned off the electricity. Trish nearly fainted. The electricity had been painful. John let her body fall to the floor. She felt jittery. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire. Smoke was coming out of the lips, and the entire crotch area seemed burnt and cooked.
“That was hot,” John chuckled, “Literally.”
Trish cried, lying on the floor face-up. Without even being asked to, she opened her knees up, revealing her cooked pussy. John smiled. He was basking in the glory of what he had done to this poor, innocent girl. He had ruined her! Her pussy was damaged beyond repair, and he was proud of it. She had become his sick work of art. He was an artist!
“It smells like steak,” John licked his lips.
“My legs are open,” Trish sobbed, “Do what you want. You win. I will fuck.”
“Oh, Trish,” John smiled, “Have you lost all hope? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. Your pussy is entirely too burnt for me to fuck. My dick only goes into places that are fresh and raw.”
“So you aren’t going to fuck me?” Trish asked, somewhat confused.
“Oh, I still will, baby. Don’t worry about that. I will fuck you in your sweet asshole. Besides, I am aware of the fact that some guys have fucked your pussy already,” John laughed, “I will, however, be the first to take your ass!”
Trish shuttered at the thought. She had never been fucked in her ass. Many of her boyfriends had fucked her, but none of them in her ass. That had always been her requirement. That was her stipulation with sex. She had promised herself that she would never ever take it in the ass.
“But don’t bother turning over,” John smiled, “I still have some use for your wide open legs.”
“What are you going to do?” Trish asked, someone intimidated.
John chuckled, but did not answer the question. He grabbed something from the rolling table, but Trish could not see what it was. He stuffed it into his coat pocket. Trish did not know what was going on. She decided not to resist. If she resisted, that electric shocker might come back. What if his plans were worse than the shocker? Not likely. Nothing could be worse than that form of heartless torture.
She allowed John to crawl into the loop that was formed by her open knees and her tied ankles. She was now underneath him, but her legs were straddling his body. She discovered that it was now impossible for her legs to close because his body was blocking her knees. Her vagina was now clearly accessible to this pervert. She didn’t care. There wasn’t much more damage he could to do it anyways.
“Good girl,” John smiled, “You’ve learned.”
“Just,” Trish sobbed, “Just do what you want and be done. I can’t stop you.”
John nodded with a sinister grin. He then produced the object Trish had not been able to see from his coat pocket. It was the big knife he had used to cut the tie earlier in the session. He held it in his left hand. She was a bit scared. What was this crazy maniac going to do now?
“What’s that for?” Trish whimpered.
“Well,” John snickered, “I thought since your pussy smelled so much like steak, perhaps it tastes like steak.”
“Then lick it and see,” Trish retorted.
“Oh, no, no, no,” John crowed, “I plan on eating it like a real steak. I plan on cutting your pussy out of your body! Cut the entire area out and eat it like a steak! Yummy!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
This would be even worse than that extremely painful electric device. He was actually going to cut a portion of her lovely body off and eat it! He was a cannibal! She struggled around, but it really did no good. She could not hide her pussy from this gross man. John sat up. Trish was lying in front of him, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her knees were wide open. He could cut off the entire area in one circular slice. It smelled cooked and ready to be devoured by his watering mouth. He panted at the thought of it. Then he remembered something.
“Trish,” John whispered.
Using his right hand to grab a fist full of hair, he pulled her body into a sitting position so that she was face to face with him. Trish felt her hands begin to go numb. They had been tied behind her back for such a long time, and those knots had been fastened in a very tight fashion. The ropes were cutting off blood circulation to her hands.
“Do you remember,” John inquired, “When I came to visit your school?”
“Yes,” Trish moaned, “It was the happiest day of my life. I didn’t know it would lead to this.”
“Well,” John smiled, “I will give you a choice. If you answer my question, I will not cut off and devour your cooked pussy. Deal?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” Trish stuttered.
“When I went to visit you that day, there was this other girl that you were hanging around before you came and talked to me,” John recalled, “Who was she?”
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” Trish grunted.
The day John had visited the school as a representative, he had seen Trish mingling with another girl. She wasn’t as hot as Trish. However, the girl was rather cute. John had not bothered stalking her because he had been too obsessed with Trish at the time. However, now that he had Trish to himself, he was a little curious about Trish’s little friend.
“Sure, you do,” John threatened, running the tip of the knife in a circle around Trish’s beloved pussy, “She shorter than you. She was also blonde. She had very thick ass. She was a very cute, young lady. She was obviously not as gorgeous as you, but she was very attractive. Ring a bell?”
“I don’t kn…”
The knife pressed deeper into her flesh. If John pressed any harder, it would puncture the skin. She gasped. She did not want to give this pervert the chance to hurt her friend, but she also did not want her pussy to be cut out of her body. The knife threateningly made its way in a circular motion around her pussy.
“Okay!” Trish exclaimed, “Her name was Katie.”
“Katie what?” John demanded.
“Katie Mae,” Trish sobbed, “Don’t cut out my pussy.”
“Is she a senior like you?” asked John, still pressing the knife hard on her pussy’s surrounding flesh.
“No,” Trish sobbed, feeling helpless traitorous to her friend.
“Well, what grade is she in?” asked John with a menacing tone.
“She is a freshman in high school,” Trish cried, “Don’t hurt her. She’s only a freshman.”
“Underage pussy,” John cackled, “I like the idea.”
“Please,” Trish begged, “I told you what you want. Please don’t cut my pussy out of my body.”
“I did promise that I wouldn’t,” John said, letting Trish’s hair go.
Trish fell into a lying position again. The ugly man was still sitting in between her legs. She had betrayed her friend. She felt horrible. She was a traitor! How could she do this to her friend? However, she had saved her pussy from being removed and eaten, or so she thought.
“The thing is,” John chuckled, still running the tip of the blade around Trish’s cooked pussy, “I lie a lot.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You promised!”
The knife sunk into the skin around her pussy, cutting a circle around the cooked portion. She screamed in complete and utter pain. She squirmed harder than she had ever squirmed in her life, but it was all in vain! After a few times of cutting around the burnt pussy, John tore it out of her crotch area with his left hand.
“Aaahhh!” Trish let out an agonizing scream.
“Yes!” John roared, holding to pussy up victoriously.
Blood spurted from the hole that he had created between her thick, supple thighs. Red liquid rolled down his arm as he lifted the pussy high into the air. Trish kept screaming. Blood was everywhere! The area between her legs, which was once cursed with a burning sensation, was now completely throbbing in pain. He had completely detached the pussy lips, the hole, the vagina, and the clitoris from Trish’s body. Between her lovely legs now was just a bloody mess.
John moved the pussy to his mouth. He ferociously took a bite out of the clitoris part. It was chewy, juicy, and tasty. It was better than steak. He took another bite of the delicious meat. He loved it. She was the tastiest piece of meat that he had ever eaten. After completing about half of it, he looked down at Trish’s crying face.
“Want a bite?” he asked.
“You disgust me!” Trish screamed.
“You need to eat,” John laughed, “Open wide!”
Trish refused to open her mouth. Aggravated, John pushed his left hand, which held the leftover cooked meat to her face. She refused to open her mouth. She was determined not to eat herself. Besides, he couldn’t threaten her anymore. She knew that if she did what he said, he would still hurt her anyways.
“Oh, so you want me to force it in, baby?” he asked.
Trish mouth simply refused to open. He continued pushing the piece of meat into her face, but it was going nowhere. She would not open her jaws. She was entirely too stubborn. John would have to find a new way of doing this. He was quite angry at this point.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, honey,” John huffed, “But you made me!”
With his left hand still smearing the pussy on Trish’s lip, he grabbed the knife with his right hand. Trish’s eyes lit up wide with fright. He jammed the knife into the bloody mess between Trish’s legs, twisting it around. Blood splattered everywhere, and Trish screamed on instinct. Upon Trish’s mouth opening, John shoved the rest of her pussy into her mouth. He then swiftly used his now free left hand to block her mouth, so she could not spit out the meaty flesh.
“Chew and swallow, bitch!” John commanded.
Trish’s jaw refused to move. John’s left hand continue to block the cooked meat from coming out. Trish was disgusted by the fact that her own privates were now in her mouth. She was tasting it with her own tongue. It was disgusting. She was completely appalled.
“We don’t waste food, bitch!” John screamed.
His right hand stabbed Trish’s demolished crotch with the knife again. Blood squirted out. She cried out, but it was muffled from the hand and pussy meat blocking her mouth. She sobbed. Tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks. She was doomed. The stab came again. She jolted in pain.
“Chew and swallow!” John demanded.
Reluctantly, Trish began chewing. As she chewed, blood rushed into her mouth. Weeping and crying, she chewed up her own pussy and swallowed it with a large gulp. John removed his hand, pleased with what he had accomplished. Trish glared up at him with hateful eyes. For fun, John gave her crotch area another stab. Blood squirted out again. Trish wailed. This time, John stabbed deeper, causing blood to squirt higher and onto his face.
“My dream has come true,” John giggled, “To bath in the blood of my baby.”
“I am not your baby!” Trish screamed.
John chuckled and stood up. He stepped out of the loop that was formed by Trish’s legs. Instantly, Trish shut her legs. She was not about to let this pervert do anything else to her sexy body if she could help it. He had already ruined so much.
“Close those legs up tight, honey,” John snickered, “There’s nothing to protect between them anymore. I already took the prize, sweetie.”
John was so proud of himself. This had been his best session ever! Never had he tortured a girl to this extent. Trish was perfect, and he had tortured her in almost every possible way. He was a sick pervert, and he was beaming with pride. He looked down at his work of art. It was beautiful. He turned her body over. There was no need for those pretty legs to be open now. He could fuck her ass with of without the legs being open. In fact, the contracted form of the asshole when the legs were closed would make for a better anal invasion. She squirmed as he held her.
“Get your hands off of me!” she yelped.
John didn’t pay any attention to the demand. He ripped off his detective’s coat, revealing his entire body. Trish was completely revolted. His belly was very fat, his chest drooped, and his large cock had random moles and hairs on it. He looked disgusting.
“Ugh!” Trish expressed her disgust.
A little angered by this expression, John got on all-fours. Trish lay face-down beneath him, arms tied behind her back and legs tightly shut. He shifted into a kneeling position. He then pulled Trish up by her pigtails into a kneeling position in front of him. He smothered his cock with her backside. He placed his head on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of the bitch. He licked her ear.
“We’re going to see if your tight, little, teen, virgin asshole can take my entire twelve inch cock!” John whispered into her ear, “I didn’t put any lubricant on it, so I can just rip it into you dry!”
“No!” she screamed, “No! Please don’t! Not in my ass! Haven’t you done enough? God! No! Please!”
He let his cock feel the warmth of her buns. He sunk in cock into the plush ass cheeks. Oh, it was so warm and inviting. He slipped his cock to the tiny asshole. It was very, very small. He tried to shove it in. It was too small and tense. She was tensing it.
“Oh, that’s right, sweetie buns,” John said happily, “Tighten that ass! Fight it, cunt! Make me force it in!”
John’s two arms wrapped Trish body, pulling her very close to her. His left arm was fastened around her waistline, while his right arm gripped her neck. There was no escape for her. She was about to suffer a major anal fucking session. She cried out in pain. John’s cock broke through the tight barrier and sunk into the constricting hole.
“Come here, pussy!” John hissed, using his arms to shove her body deeper into his.
“Ouch!” she cried out.
The cock forced its way into her asshole. She felt pain jolt through her body. She was helpless. All she could do was squirm, and the squirming actually turned the pervert on more and more. She still continued to squirm. The cock was tearing her ass up. Pain shot through her body.
“No! Please! Ouch!” screamed Trish, “No! Ouch!”
Her whining, her complaining, and her pleads did not help her at all. The cock began going deeper and deeper. It was only about one forth of the way in, but she already felt like she was in hell. John tensed his cock more, forcing it in deeper.
“Take it, bitch!” He grunted, “Only nine more inches to go, cunt!”
“Ouch! Please! Ouch!” Trish squirmed.
“Keep squirming, bitch! Yes! Oh, yes, bitch! Squeeze that asshole!” John moaned, “I want to force it into you! I want to rip your asshole apart!”
Her asshole began to tear open. She felt so helpless. The edges of the hole began stretching more and more. She closed her eyes, praying to God. There was nothing else she could do. John forced it in harder. Suddenly, the asshole ripped. The edges of the hole gave way and split into a large slit, allowing the cock the slide in easily. Blood trickled down her inner thigh. The ripped asshole was emitting internal blood, coating John’s cock with bloody bliss.
“You are my fuck doll, now! Mine!” John screamed in joy, shoving his cock harshly in and out of the destroyed bloody asshole.
“Ugh,” Trish moaned, becoming limp.
She had given up trying to resist. Her asshole had been ripped apart and torn to shreds by John’s massive cock. There was no hope in keeping anything out. All twelve inches of pure sexual pain pushed in and out of her asshole. Blood was trickling down her thighs. She was squirming, rubbing her fastened legs together and spreading the blood across her inner thighs.
“Oh, yes!” John gasped.
His right arm moved down to her right tit, the one that had previously been toyed with by his teeth. He pinched it really had with thumb and forefinger, causing more pain to the poor, little girl. She shrieked, she cried, she begged, and she screamed. All of this only made John’s massive cock throb harder. It pulsed rapidly in her asshole.
“Oh, yes! Scream for me! Uh! Scream!” he yelled.
With his right hand still pinching on Trish’s swollen nipple, his left arm clutched her head. He wadded a mass of blonde hair into his fist and pulled her head back, making lip to lip contact with her mouth. He continued to brutally pump in her asshole as his tongue probed her mouth. After a minute or two of tonguing, he let go of the lip lock.
“Scream!” he cried out, shoving his cock deeper into her bloody asshole.
“Ouch!” she cried helplessly.
“Yes! Scream! Make me cum hard into your asshole, bitch!” he bellowed, “I am cumming!”
He gripped her head tightly with his left hand, pulling it back hard. His right hand was no longer pinching her tit. It was now twisting it in a painful circle, nearly an entire way around. He exploded into her injured asshole. Warm sticky liquid filled up the damaged slit. She wept. There was nothing pure about her anymore. She had been manhandled and beaten by this monster. Now, she had been anally raped. She was hopeless and helpless.
John let go of Trish, and she fell to the concrete floor. Blood was leaking all over the floor. Her pussy had been demolished, and half of it was inside her own digestive system. She was lying in a puddle of her own blood. She was face first on the floor, soaked with her own blood.
“I own you, bitch!” John stated, climbing to his feet.
Trish rolled over in the puddle so she was face up. She looked up at the man that had fucked her, stolen her pride, and destroyed her sweet body. She had given up. There was no hope. She sniffled. John smiled at her. She was so beautiful, lying soaked in blood. She belonged to him, and she had accepted it.
“Who is your fucking owner, cunt?” John asked.
“You,” she cried.
John knelt down beside his artwork. She was crying. A place in his heart felt a little pity for her, but the horny side of his mind was far stronger. His hand clasped her inner thigh. She didn’t even bother pinning her legs together to try to hinder his efforts. He began squeezed the inner thigh tightly and roughly.
“So thick,” he commented.
He wasn’t done. He picked the knife up from the floor. She knew what was coming, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight it. She had completely used up her energy struggling and squirming around helplessly. She was out of breath. She couldn’t even scream.
“No more,” she moaned and pleaded, “Please, no more.”
That was all she could do. She could only moan in a weak tone. Of course, this did not stop John by any means. He jabbed the knife into her left inner thigh. She let out a moan, but that was it. Blood spilled out. He continued to stab her soft, thick, and supple thigh. After there were about five or six stab wounds, he bent his head down to her thigh.
“Don’t,” Trish groaned, “Don’t.”
Her weak voice did nothing. John mushed his face into the wounded thigh, opening his mouth wide. He began to bite chunks of the thick, supple flesh off. He was eating her. Her thigh tasted really good. The thickness, the suppleness, and the juiciness. Blood was everywhere. He kept biting and chewing. She tasted so good.
“Ouch!” she would wince between the bites, too weak to do anything else.
“Good girl,” John would reply, biting away at her flesh, “Very good girl.”
After he ate a decent amount of her inner thigh, he turned her body around. He was met with little resistance. He plunged the knife into her left hindquarter and dragged the blade down, ripping open her thick, upper leg. He was destroying her left leg. She had learned who was boss, and now the boss was having his feast.
He reached his hand into the large cut he had made into her leg, soaking his fingers in her blood. She moaned in pain. He leaned down and began to eat away chunks of her flesh from the back of her thick upper hind leg. Too weak to fight, she let him have his way. He feasted on that portion of her meaty leg for quite some time. It was so thick and juicy.
After he had finished devouring a majority of the meat on her upper left leg, he turned her body over, so she was face up. He looked into her eyes, her sad weak eyes. She was the prettiest thing that God had ever created, and he had completely destroyed her. Her face was so beautiful. He locked lips with her, running his tongue through her mouth. The kiss lasted for a long, long time.
“I love you,” John whispered to her, unlocking lips with her, “I love you, Trish. I want you to know that I really do love you.”
“Then why did you do this to me?” Trish cried, “Why?”
John’s hand went to Trish’s left breast, the one that had not been bitten and tampered with. It was so soft and so well formed. He squished it in his fingers. She cried, knowing what was to come. She knew what he was going to do. She whimpered, knowing she could not prevent it.
“Please,” she pleaded helplessly, “You have misused and abused every part of my body. Leave that breast. Please leave that breast.”
“I am sorry, my love,” John grunted.
He lifted the knife and began to saw off her left breast. She cried out in pain. He cut the entire hunk of breast meat off of her chest. Blood rushed out of the large round wound that he had created. She cried in utter agony. He took a huge bite out of the tan flab of breast flesh. It tasted delicious. He took another large bite.
“You taste so good, sweetie,” John slurped in between bites.
He gobbled up the breast. He turned her body over again, so she was face down on the floor. She didn’t care anymore. She was bathing in a puddle of her own blood. This sick pervert had stolen everything from her. She had nothing else to lose.
“Baby,” John whispered, “I haven’t been that cruel to you. I only ate one leg, you pussy, and one breast. I left you one leg and one breast.”
“You are sick,” Trish whimpered.
“Yes,” John nodded, “I am, but I still love you. I just wanted you to know that you have given the the most pleasing torture session out of all of my sessions. I love you.”
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. With that, he stood up and walked to the steel door. He knocked on it, and the door opened. One of the men in ski masks entered with a gun in his hand.
“I’m finished,” John nodded to the man, “The next one I want is Katie Mae, freshman at the local high school.”
The man with the mask lifted the gun. Fear ran through Trish’s damaged body. She screamed.
“No!” Trish screamed.
“This is for the best, my love,” John whispered, blowing her a kiss, “Bye bye.”
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