Cruelty

Avenging Sara

My name is Tom Wright.
I grew up in Westlake, Ohio, and graduated from Westlake Highschool last month, the day before my 18th birthday. I’m writing this letter to try and explain what really happened over the weekend, because the news has almost all of it wrong. I don’t expect you to understand or agree with what I did, but I would like you to at least hear an explanation directly from me.
First, I need to tell you a little bit about my history with Sara Maarten. Sara and I were friends since the third grade, when she and her parents moved to Cleveland from The Netherlands. She spoke perfect English, but her Dutch accent made some of the kids, especially other girls, laugh at her. I loved it. She and I were friends almost from the first time we met. We lived just a few blocks apart, so I saw her all the time on weekends and during the summer. Lucky for us, my parents got along very well with hers, and they would hang out and play cards sometimes while Sara and I played in the yard and eventually fell asleep together on the couch watching television. We started spending the night at eachother’s houses in 5th grade.
In 6th grade we had our first kiss. I’ll never forget it, mostly because it was so embarassing. We were watching a movie, and she had her head on a pillow in my lap like she always did. The actors were kissing, and suddenly she just sat up and kissed me right on the lips. She backed off, smiled, then came in for another one. I lurched forward at just the wrong minute, and our top teeth hit, making both of us say “OW!” at exactly the same time. It was weird, and funny, and embarassing. We laughed about it for a few mintues, then finished the movie. Our next few visits were a little awkward, probably because both of us were trying to figure out if anything else was going to happen. But it didn’t, and eventually we settled back in to our old routine like nothing had ever happened. I loved her, and thought she was beautiful. But she was more like my sister than anything else. Our first kiss was our last, if you don’t count that time in the photobooth when she and Becky sat on my lap and kissed me on the cheeks while I grinned like a fool idiot for the camera.
She started dating in 8th grade. I think her first ‘boyfriend’ was Micah Samuels – which was kind of a surprise to me, since I had never seen them talk or hang out together before that summer. They went to a few movies together, made out all the time, and were completely inseperable for about 6 weeks. She gave him a blowjob on the last day of summer, and told me all about it on the phone afterwards, which was awkward to say the least. It must not have been very good for either of them, because I don’t think they spoke to eachother ever again after the first day of 9th grade. She never talked about him again.
She dated occaisionally for the two years, but nothing lasted very long. I’d go without seeing her much for a month or two, then she’d break up with the guy and we would drop right back into our old weekend routine like nothing ever happened.
She met James Holloran at the beginning of junior year, and he was all she talked about for months. James’ family moved to Cleveland from Midland, Texas that summer. He was tall and narrow at the time, and his thick southern accent made her melt. She finally got her shot at him that November, at a party in Linndale. After that I almost never saw her outside of school. We still talked on the phone about once a week, but by January I was dating a girl from Lakewood, and so we gradually lost track of eachother.
I liked James well enough. He was tough, but not an asshole – even though a lot of his friends were. He played football junior and senior year, and by the beginning of this year he had gained about 20 pounds of muscle and was the fastest and strongest white guy in school. Last fall he made alternate on the all-state football team on offense and defense, which was pretty cool. He and Sara were both beautiful, and almost everybody liked them. He was nice to me, and didn’t seem to mind when Sara insisted that I give her piggyback rides in the parkling lot outside school. It took me a while to fully warm up to him, since he was dating my best friend, but I honestly managed it. I was happy for them both. Sara looked spectacular at prom, and I even got to dance with her while James was talking to his friends. She smelled like champagne.
The Monday after prom, everything changed. I got a text on my way to school that morning: “OMFG did you hear about Sara?” As soon as I saw that message on the screen my stomach clenched, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. I turned around and drove to her house. There was a police car in the driveway. I jumped out and ran to the door, which was open. Sara’s mom was standing in the doorway, talking to one of thier neighbors.
I knew what happened even before they told me. Sara was dead. She had overdosed on Sunday afternoon.
I spent five hours at thier house, crying with her mother and talking to her dad. There was no advance warning. No signs of trouble until early Saturday afternoon, when Sara came home from prom. She was wearing dark sunglasses, and didn’t speak to her parents before going up to her room and locking the door. Her mom knocked, but Sara said she needed to sleep and asked to be left alone. The next time they saw her she was dead. Her suicide note, which I never saw, apparently said she loved her parents and her friends, but didn’t give a reason for what she did.
James was at the funeral. I stood right next to him. He said he couldn’t talk about it. I believed him.
Graduation was fucking terrible. We had to show up to officially graduate, so most of us were there. The whole thing should have been cancelled, but the principal and the school board thought it would be best to go ahead. There was a “tribute” to Sara’s memory, which was ridiculous and contrived. Once it was finally over everyone just left. No cheering, hat throwing, or anything like that.
The next day I got an anonymous text with a link to Sendspace, a password. I would have ignored it, except that the subject line said “Sara”. I logged on and downloaded a 210Mb movie file. The second I opened the movie I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison. And I was OK with that.
There on the screen was Sara, passed out in a bathtub, wearing a t-shirt but otherwise naked. Mascara and lipstick were streaked across her face. She was passed out. There were lots of cans and bottles in the tub, but otherwise she was fully exposed. Her crotch was swollen, and there were bruises and bright red handprints on her legs, her stomach, her breasts, and her face.
The person with the camera walked out of the bathroom for a moment to film the scene in the other room. I saw James passed out in the corner, still wearing his tux. A few of his friends were running around the room, turning over furniture, pulling down the curtains. I saw one of them pissing in the corner. Another one was running around with a bottle of hairspray and a lighter, playing Flamethrower. Most were boys, but there were a few girls in the mix. Four people were fucking on the bed, and two more on the floor.
I pulled out a piece of paper and started writing down names.
Brock Johnson
Amy Highsmith
John Jackson
Scott Yates
The cameraman returned to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. He zoomed into her crotch. He picked up a glass beer bottle and twisted it into her asshole. I could see the flesh and muscle resisting, but the guy kept pushing the bottle until the entire neck disappeared inside her. He thrust the bottle inside her 40 or 50 times, as fast as he could, forcing it in as deep as it could possibly go. Her body never moved. When he was finished he pulled the bottle out and held it close to the camera, rotating it slowly so the viewer could see all the mucous and small flecks of blood that coated the neck.
Throwing the bottle aside, he refocused on someone new entering the bathroom. The camera never made it above his waist, so I couldn’t see who it was. He stepped into the tub, straddling her. Then the shorts and underwear came off. He masturbated while rubbing his cock on her face. After a minute or so he reached down and pulled apart her lips, stuffed the head of his penis in her mouth, and shot into her mouth. She never moved.
The cameraman got out of the tub and went back into the hotel room. He walked to the corner where James was laying, and producing the beer bottle that he had used to rape Sara, started rubbing it on his face. James was fully dressed and obviously unconcious. The cameraman forced the neck of the bottle into his mouth several times. I could hear it scraping against his teeth as it slid in and out. He left it there and returned to the bathroom. On the way he caught several more faces of people I knew.
Cathy Francis
Mike Moore
Mike Halpern
Jun Lee
Damian Veatch
Back in the bathroom he sat the camera down on the edge of the tub, climbed in, and stood above her head. A second later I saw why. He soaked her hair with a hot foamy stream of urine, then aimed for her eyes and mouth. When he was done, stepped out and picked up the camera. For a split second I saw his face.
Micah Samuels.
I knew what to do. It took me four days to plan.
I showed Sara’s senior picture to Damian, then shot him in the face. I stabbed and strangled Jun behind the grocery store where he worked. I killed Mike Halpern with a knife from his own kitchen while he was playing Xbox. I found Mike Moore sleeping in the sun in his back yard, and beat his skull in with a sledgehammer. He never moved. I followed Cathy Francis to the mall and then shot her in the stomach as she was getting out of her car.
I went to Scott’s house and found him watching an Indians game on TV. I cut his throat from behind with a boxcutter. I killed John and Amy with my grandfather’s shotgun while they were coming out of Brock Johnson’s house, then went inside and beat Brock to death with a golf club I found in his coat closet. Brock’s mom was screaming and trying to stop me, but she is only 5 feet tall and not very strong. I pushed her out of the way and left.
By the time I got into my car the air was buzzing with ambulance and police sirens.
I found Micah at work. I shot him in the left knee, then held his face in my hands and watched the life pass out of him as I stabbed him over and over again in the stomach. His coworkers were screaming and trying to get out of the building. Once I was sure he was dead I laid my weapons aside, sat down about ten feet from the body, and waited for the police.
It had taken me six hours and ten minutes to kill the 10 of the 11 people I could identify from the video.
I leave James to sort out his conscience in his own.

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Craving That Bitch | Chapter Two

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.

Cowgirl Sex Slave

I have taken some ‘inspiration’ from a few different stories for this. If you want more, you better post a comment, because otherwise I probably won’t add on to the story. Far less violent then my previous ‘works’ but don’t worry, new parts surely would have some torture…
We just moved into the new ‘neighborhood.’ We had moved out into the country, for god knows what reason. My parents wanting to rekindle their love or our family relationship, or something bogus like that. I was 12, and pretty much pissed that we had left all my friends behind. It was spring and school was ending so we just didn’t bother enrolling me for the last two weeks. So I had nothing to do and no one to hang out with. We had a pretty huge new farm, I wasn’t to interested in being farm girl, so instead I picked up a book and walked as far away as possible.
I found a really pretty tree orchird. I sat down under an apple tree, and opened my book. I had lost myself within it for hours, my locks of curly golden hair spilling over my face, and shining in the sunlight—when something blocked that sunlight. I looked up, it was a boy. Looked pretty young, probably 7 or 8. He was a little cowboy, with boots, a plaid shirt, and a cowboy hat.
“Who are you?” he said.
“I’m your neighbor, Angela, what’s your name?”
“Josh. We don’t have any young neighbors.”
“Well you do now, we just moved in.”
“Huh. You want to be friends?”
“Sure.. I geuss.”
“Then let’s play a game.”
“I think I’d rather read.”
“How do expect us to become friends, if you won’t even play one single game with me?” He said, frowning.
“Ok” I sigh, “But only for a minute,” I say, putting down my book.
“Okay,” he says “Your the lose cow, and I am the cowboy, I’m trying to wrangle you with my rope,” Which he picks up off the ground “And your trying to get away. Okay? Go run!” surprised I jump up and lightly jog away from him but almost instantly feel the rope fly around my head, and over my upper torso, wrapping around my arms. He pulls me tight, and pulls me back to him, quickly, he runs his end of the rope around the tree, and then back around me, and pushes me to the ground.
“Hey! You didn’t say you would tie me up” I yell falling to the ground, he continues tying me to the tree “Ow, this is too tight, okay the games over, untie me!” I say, struggling.
He leans forward smiling, “Your my cow now. I caught you fair and square.”
“You never said this was apart of the game.”
“This ain’t a game no more.” He says coldly, and suddenly leans forward and kisses me.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” I shriek, spitting him off my mouth.
“I don’t think your in a position to protest. Look, if you don’t like what I am doing, just get up and leave.” He smiles, leaning in and kissing me again, supressing my screams and squeezing my devolping boobs with his hands through my shirt. “You see, out here in the country” he says, stopping kissing, “We start things a little bit earlier. Kissing, dating, sex. All that fun stuff.”
“Untie me right now, you little perv, wait tell I tell your parents.”
“For some reason I don’t think they’ll care much,” he says, grinning. “Now let’s get these clothes off of you!”
“No fucking way, let me fucking go, this is against the law! It’s rape even!” He pulls off his boots, while I continue to scream protests and insults, pulls off his socks, and shoves them both into my mouth, holding them in, he takes the end of the rope and ties it around my head, securing them in place, and stopping my screaming instantly. “Those must taste pretty bad, huh?” he smiles, moving down to my legs.
He unbuttons and unzips my jeens. And, with a quick yank, pulls them off, so I am sitting there with just panties on. I am just glaring at him, and he smiles up at me again. Staring at my eyes, grinning still, he grabs my underwear, and starts to pull them off. Slowly I am completely exposed. I pull my legs tightly together, but he still has a pretty nice veiw.
“That’s just lovely. I like the natural look, with the hair and all.” he says, patting my bare mound. I blush as embarrassment of the situation floods over me. I am tied to a tree, by some kid who is probably 4 years younger then, and completely naked from the waste down, and he is in complete control. I stop screaming into my gag, and just start whimpering, instead of glaring, pleading with my eyes to let me go.
My arms are starting to burn, my shoulder just aching with agony. My jaw is sore from being stuffed full of stinking socks. Now I just really want to go home and forget all this happened. “Aw, you want to play nice now? Too bad, I don’t play that way.” He says, pulling my legs open with some force. I push them together as much as I can, and he continues to pry them open. “Bitch, stop resisting. Are you really going to make me tie them open?” I start to cry feeling totally hopeless, as he takes a second rope, and ties it around my ankle, its fairly long, so he simply pulls it around the tree, and ties the other end to the other ankle, spreading me really wide open.
“That’s so much nicer. You look so much better this way, then you did about 20 minutes ago, you have no idea how much better.” Now my legs were aching in pain. I was stretched so wide open, they already hurt just like everything else. Now I was just hoping it would get over with as quickly as possible, so the pain would go away. He grabs me by the hair, and inspects may face, I breath heavily and tears begin flowing freely, he smiles, yanking harder on my hair.
He let’s go of my head, and returns to looking at my now, wide open pussy. “God that is just asking to be fucked. You ever been fucked before?” he asks. I just let my head fall down, lower my eyelids, and stare at the ground. He grabs my hair again, hard. He pulls my head up, staring into my eyes, inches from my face and screams “Slut I asked you a question! You fucking answer when I ask you a question, you can still nod your head.” he drops me again and I just slowly nod my head ‘no’ “Fun, that means the first time will be with an 8 year old.” I’m still crying as he reaches down and strokes my pussy. I try in vain to pull on the rope holding my legs so wide apart, but quickly give up, and continue to stare into the ground, as he molests my virgin pussy.
“Don’t worry, slut, you’ll grow to love it.”
He looks down at his watch “I’m supposed to report to my brother when I get you under control” He rubs his groin “but I know he is going to take your virginity, which really isn’t fair, considerin’ I did all the work. Just this once, I’m going to fuck you first.” He says defiantly, as if he wasn’t even talking to me anymore, “I don’t care what in the hell he does to me.”
He unbuckles his belt, and pulls down his pants. His cock seemed huge. I mean, for a kid especially, and I had never seen one in the flesh before. He moves towards me, moving his cock directly towards my face, rubbing it along my lips “You like that baby?”
God it was so humiliating! How could this kid be doing this to me? I was older then him and he was putting his thing on me, it was just plain disgusting. He let it drool along my face pulling it away, and brought his attention to my pussy.
“I’m not one for much foreplay, my brother is, he has all kinds of foreplay; but for me, I just wanna get to the fucking.” He says, positioning himself in front of my virgin pussy. No, I try to say, through the gag, but it just comes out as “Nmph!”
“What was that darlin? If you don’t want me to fuck you, all you gotta do is say “no.” He says, grinning again. “Nmph, nmppppphhhh!” I moan, “Looks like you do then,” He says stabbing into me.
As he pushed in, it was so painful. This fresh pain, awakening the pain I was feeling all over my body again. I kept crying out through the gag, begging him to stop, but he ignored me. He came up to my resistance “Here we go!” he yelled, quickly pushing through, and breaking my hymen. Blood came out around his cock, and he started to fuck me, juices mixing with blood. I felt no pleasure. It was all pain. My shoulder, neck, jaw, legs, and the pain from my first fuck. I just wanted to roll into a ball and die. Please god just kill me, get this kid off of me!
He fucked me for what seemed like forever, then painfully yanked on my feet as he pushed deeper in, shaking all over, I felt warm spread throughout me, and I wanted to puke, I almost DID puke, but I had a gag in my mouth and quickly swallowed. Finally he went limp and pulled out of me.
“How was that for a first fuck?” I just glared at him, trying to kill him with my eyes. “Don’t worry, slut, you’ll grow to love it. Now I really ought a go find my brother now. He is going to be pretty mad that I fucked you first, but I don’t care no more. Don’t go anywhere.” He said, patting me on the head, and left.
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The Attacks Chpt. 1 – Kieran

This is a story about a young boy getting raped. It is the first in a series. It is my first story. Look at the themes if you don’t like this kind of stuff then don’t read it.

The Toy, The Theatre

These are two short stories i wrote when on a bus, sorry about the length but they arent meant as proper long sex stories only as quick reads. Enjoy

Mom Regrets Me *-* I Fuck Her

*I enjoy writing just as much as I do reading. So I will propose this… If any of you enjoy this
certain story and would wish me to write another one, then write me a story for me to read. And then
I will write another one. The story you write doesn’t need to be long. Something like a short story.
Something you might spend like 30 minutes on. After you write your short story, request the plot for
the next story and I’ll write it. It may seem stupid, but I do this because it gets the audience to
write a bit and go back and forth with story teller.
–This is complete fiction and fantasy. Not real events.–
When I was 17, times were tough. I had grown up in poverty as an only child. My father was a
horrible fucking bastard. He was a drunk fucker who didn’t give a shit about his family or what
happened to them. He was rarely home, and I preferred it that way because I knew that if he was
home, he would either be beating on me or my mom. My mom wasn’t very innocent either. She didn’t do
anything about the abuse. She just let it happen to both me and her. Either she didn’t care or she
liked it. She was a drug addict by day and a whore by night. All throughout the day, I would often
see my mom, shooting up, popping a pill, or smoking something. I didn’t know what she was doing and
I didn’t want to know. Most of her day consisted of doing a variety of drugs on the couch. I would
sit in the living room with her and watch TV. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to watch her ingest drug
after drug, so I would often retreat to the kitchen, where I spent most of my time. At night, I
would be in my room with the door locked. Every night. I didn’t know everything that happened in the
house at night, but I knew enough to know that it would be safer for me to stay in my room. I would
hear the front door open and close all night. People leaving and coming constantly. Through the door
of my room, I could hear the dull thumping on the wall pierced by my moms pathetic groans and
screams. I was disgusted with my life. I was disgusted with everything happening around me. I had
overflowing anger, but more importantly, I had an abundance of lust.
As much of a whore my mom was, there was no denying her beauty. She was gifted with a natural beauty
that no amount of drugs could seem to diminish. She was about 5 foot 7 with black hair and green
eyes. She had a perfectly plump ass and electrifying thighs. Her tits seemed to defy gravity due to
their sheer size and perkiness. They were huge, but still perfectly shaped. I had no shortage of
moments in which I saw my mom naked. It was actually a common occurence. Sometimes, she would be
completely naked on the couch just smoking and watching TV. She rarely spoke to me anyway, so what
reason did she have to be embarrased if I saw her naked? Her face, with the exception of her
expression, was of an angel and was so effortlessly beautiful. The reason I said “with the exception
of her expression”, is because her eye lids were always half-way closed. Her eyes were almost always
bloodshot, and she often had dark bags underneath her eyes. Most of the money she made went straight
into food, or make-up or anything that would counter-act he drug use. She ate constantly throughout
the day and I could hear her puking in the bathroom every night. She needed to keep the illusion of
youth, or business would be bad.
Angry and horny. Those were the emotions I felt all the time. I was always angry at my dad and my
mom. And I was constantly horny. The days in which I saw my mom naked didn’t help either. I was
living a pathetic existance and I was sick of it. I wasn’t an innocent child anymore. I knew my mom
was a pathetic crack whore. And I knew how much she regretted me. There wasn’t much I could do
except hide in my room. All I did in my room was think, so it’s no surprise that one day I came up
with the idea to rape my mom. It was a logical decision. I hated my mom because she hated me. And I
was a horny as fuck. It was as simple as that. One might look back at this and admit that it was a
bad choice and they regret it. But I would do no such thing. My mom deserved everything that she got
and I plan to tell you exactly what I did to her.
As I sat in my bad, I created my plans. My moms schedule was like clockwork.
– Lay on the couch naked, covered with dried jizz from the night before and in a drug induced coma
all morning until the afternoon.
– Eat and smoke and watch TV until the evening.
– And whore herself out to dozens of men all night.
It was so perfect, I had to make almost no preperations or precautions. I would wake up early, (6
am), and venture into the living room. On the couch I would find my naked and unconsious mother. She
would no wake up until at least 12. I had 6 hours to do anything I wanted to this slut and I had
never been more excited.
Still in my bed, I grabbed my water bottle and drank a generous amount of water. This would help me
wake up early enough to carry out the plans. Drinking all that water turned out to be a waste of
time because I couldn’t go to sleep anyway. My mind was like a tornado and there was no possible way
I could sleep. So many angry thoughts and sexual visions ran through my head. My cock was pulsating
all night. Twitching, and leaking. Aggravated that it could not release. The sexual tension grew
exponentially all through out the night, and by the time it was 6 am, I was extremely anxious. I had
an insatiable sexual desire and a burning rage within me. I was going to get revenge on that dirty
fucking whore that gave birth to me. I cringed at the thought of me coming out of the pussy of a
peice of shit person like that. At some moments I even thought of killing her, but I figured she
should have to suffer by living the rest of her life this way.
I got out of bed and removed all clothing. I would have no need for them for the next 6 hours. I
walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. In the reflection, I saw a man of strength and
passion. Not a boy. My face was flush with anticipation and my cock was rock hard. I walked to my
mom’s room with a single dastardly purpose. I yanked open the top drawer of her dresser. I knew that
this was the drawer where she kept her work supplies, (AKA sex toys). I had rumagged through the
drawer once before but it seemed she had made some additions to her collection. One such addition
was an enourmas 12 inch black dildo. It was a pleasant surprise and I got an evil spark in my eye. I
grabbed her newest toy, and some lube from the drawer. I then went to the kitchen to get a few
common household items for the fun I was about to have.
With my supplies in hand, I entered the living room and found a very similar sight. My mom was on
all fours, with her face down and ass up. Her head had been shoved fairly deep into the couch
cushions and you could only see half of her head. The last guy to fuck her in this position must
have left her this way after she probably blacked out while they were fucking. Her hair was covered
with dried cum and clumped together in bundles. Her pussy, (which was clearly visible in that
position), looked raw and red and was still moist. I stuck my finger in her pussy and felt around.
It was extremely warm and wet. A trail of cum followed behind my finger as I removed it from her
body. Her asshole looked somewhat distored. I squirted out a generous amount of lube and spread open
her pink asshole to investigate. I could see something. I shoved four fingers in and attempted to
grip the object. I grabbed hold and carefully began to pull my fingers out of her ass. As the tip of
my fingers reached the rim of her asshole, I could see what the object was. It was one of her
smaller 6 inch dildos. I knew my mom was classy, but wow! I wiped my hands and turned my attention
to her head. I grabbed her head by a wad of hair, and I yanked the head out of the depths of the
couch cushions. Her mouth was wide open, drool was dripping from one corner, and her face had red
pressure marks from the texture of the cushions. All I could do was smile in anticipation. I let go
of her hair and let her head fall back down on the couch. I then violently grabbed her hair again
with my left hand and and grabbed her ass with my right hand. Fingers on my right hand were inside
both her asshole and her cunt so I had a good grip. I jerked her body up and off the couch. Still
holding her in the same position, I went into the bathroom and stood over the tub. I began to swing
her body slightly, and then let go. Her lifeless naked body hit the edge of the tub and slid down
the side into the bottom of the tub. The tiny toss would most likely leave her with some bruises. I
looked down on my lifeless mother’s body with a satisfactory grin. She looked so helpless. I turned
the knobs and water began to rush from the tub’s spout and onto the sexy hunk of flesh that was my
mom. I let the tub fill halfway, then I began to clean up my little whore mother. I washed her hair,
her cunt, and her asshole. Even dirty girls have to get clean, do they not? The bath felt like a
ritualistic preperation for the ceramony that was about to occur. I drained the tub and grabbed my
mom with both hands underneath her armpits. Her slick, squeeky clean skin felt great on mine. Pangs
of horniness shot through my cock and I couldn’t wait much longer. I carried her back to the living
room with her legs dragging on the floor. I threw her onto the couch in a sitting position. Her legs
were splayed out in a “V” shape and her head leaned back over the back of the couch. I jumped onto
my mom and straddled her limp body. I grabbed her head and tilted it towards me so I could see her
face.
“I’m gonna be your favorite customer, mom.”, I said with glowing eyes and a small grin. I pushed her
still damp hair out of her face and behind her head. I leaned back still holding her left cheek in
my left hand. I removed my right hand and pulled it back. With great force, I released my hand and
allowed to it collide with my mom’s right cheek. It produced a loud snapping noise, and her head
flung to the left. I then grabbed her head with both hands again and re-adjusted her head. I put it
upright so it was facing me. I stood up, still stradling my mom’s body and grabbed my cock with my
right hand. I instinctively wrenched another wad of hair on her head with my left hand. With her
scalp in the tight grip of my left hand, I manuevered her head to come closer to my cock.
“You regret giving birth to me, now you’ll regret having your son fuck your mouth.”
I thrusted my cock into her open mouth and began to explore her insides. I immidiately buried my
entire cock into her throat. Her top teeth were resting at the base of my penis and I could feel the
hard ribs of her esophagus surround my cock. I violently fucked my moms throat for quite some time.
All the while, I could hear gurgling and sloshing noises from deep inside my mom’s throat.
“You’re going to have a sore throat tommorow mom. I’ll have to run down to the store and grab some
advil for you.”
I removed my cock from her mouth and release her hair. Her head fell back to the couch and then
tilted over to the left. She was still producing deep gurgling noises out of her gaping mouth. She
must be choking on my pre-cum. I reach down with my right hand and grabbed her tit. I carressed it
and massaged it, exploring every bit of this large sexual object. The skin was extremely smooth and
warm. I rubbed her nipple and occasionally pinched the thin peiece of flesh with my finger. I
squeezed and kneaded her nipple with my fingers until it was red. Her nipples began to become hard.
Even in her unconsious state, her body was reacting to me and I was again becoming engulfed in
sexual desire. I grabbed her body by the shoulders and pulled her towards me. At the same time, I
backed away and allowed her to thump into the ground. The collision had sent a shockwave through her
plump ass which then sent shockwaves through my cock. I positioned her with her face smushed into
the ground and her ass up in the air. A position similar to the one I had found her in this morning.
My sexual desire had grown so much, that I felt like I needed to beat my cock into orgasm. (Or in my
case, an unconsious lump of flesh to beat up with my cock.)
Without applying any lube, I slowly manuveured my cock towards her pink asshole until the tip was
resting at the entrance almost like giving it a gentle kiss. I slowly, but forcibly, jammed my cock
into her asshole. Normally, in a case like this with no lube, the flimsy cock wouldn’t be able to
break through the asshole and would eventually bend. But my cock was as hard as stone this day and
it was no problem getting it into her ass. It was like inserting a rigid stick into her ass. My cock
didn’t flinch as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my mom’s asshole. The sensation was just what
my cock needed. An extremely rough entrance with a tight fit. So tight, sometimes it felt like my
cock was being strangled. If her unconsious ass would have decided to flex of twitch, it might have
crushed my cock. My whole cock was inside her ass and loving every minute of it. I eventually
managed to squeeze some lube into her hole. I was now rapidly fucking my mom’s ass, occasionally
pounding hard into her insides when I came back down. As I fucked her ass, I leaned forward over her
back and reached down and under her body to grab her tits. I squeezed both gigantic tits with my
hands. I could barely contain her tits in my hands. Mounds of flesh on her tits overflowed over my
hand. I could feel her tits ripple and shake everytime I pounded my hard cock into the tight
asshole. I was coming to the point of orgasm. I quickly exited my mom’s ass and flipped her body
over so that I could see her face. I got closer to her face and grabbed her head by the scalp again.
I directed my cock right in front of her face and let wave after wave of cum stream from the tip of
my pulsating cock onto the face of my mom. Each burst of cum was like a wave of ecstasy crashing all
over my body and concentrated on my cock. It was the largest load I had ever blown and the first
load I had blown on my mom’s fucking face. I dropped her head and heard a loud thump as it hit the
hard floor. My thick cum was drooping down her face. Some cum had reached her right eye and was
sticking to her eyelashes. Even after that enormous release of sexual energy, my cock had not
reduced in size. It was actually still as hard as it was before and now almost purple. My cock was
pulsating with dull pain which could only be alleviated by cumming. I grabbed my mom’s legs and
pulled her accross the floor a little bit to straighten her body out. I then grabbed her arm and
flung it back over to the correct side of her body. She was now laying on her back her her arms at
her sides and her face facing straight up. I walked up to her face and squatted down. I put my cock
in her mouth and just let it sit there. I loved the feeling of having my cock just sitting inside my
mom’s throat. Still straddling over my mom’s face with my cock in her mouth, I squatted down further
and applied even more pressure to the back of my mom’s throat. Early, I thought I had already
reached the maximum distance in her throat, but I was wrong. Her teeth were already resting on the
base of my cock, but were slowly moving farther down on the base of my cock each time I applied more
pressure. Eventually almost my entire body wait was sitting on my mom’s face with my cock
penetrating her digestive tract. Were my mom consious, she would most certainly be gargling on her
own spit and gagging and drowning on my huge cock. The sensation of pressure on my cock so deep in
her throat was enough to send me into another orgasm. I pumped globs of my cum deep into my mom’s
stomach. As I continued to leak my cum into my mom’s mouth, she began to violently cough, and
gargle. Her chest was violently moving back and forth desperately trying prevent drowing. Even her
unconsious body knew that a foreign object shouldn’t be that far inside a throat. I pulled my cock
from her mouth and got off of her face. I stood back and watched as she coughed up drops of cum from
her throat which landed on her chest. It appeared no amount of sexual pleasure could reduce the
intensity of my desire and my horniness. I needed more. And I needed to give my dirty fucking slut
of a mom more too. I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them up into the air and then back so that
her feet her next to her head. I scooted up on the floor pinned her legs in that position by gently
sitting on them. With my free hands, I reached over the to table beside me and grabbed a roll of
duct tape that I had found earlier. I severed two long pieces of tape from the roll, then turned my
back back to face my mom. Still pinning her legs in that position under the weight of my body, I
grabbed a big wad of hair with my left hand and and wrapped one end of the piece of tape around it.
I then wrapped the other end of the tape around her left foot. The duct tape held and I was able to
remove my hands from her left leg. The entire weight of her waist and leg was being supported by a
wad of hair. I did the same for the other side of her body. She was laying on her back on the floor
with her legs pulled up and over so that her legs are right beside her face. Both legs were being
supported by two different wads of hair connected to duct tape. Her cunt was perfectly visible and
accessable in the position. I hooked four fingers into her cunt and one in her ass and pulled her
over towards me. On my knees, I directed my cock towards her cunt and buried it inside with a
single, forceful thrust. It was warm, wet and tight. Her unconsious pussy muscles were milking my
cock while I fucked her. I didn’t cum inside her pussy though. I refrained from reaching another
orgasm so that I could have even more fun. I left her in the same position I had put her in and
grabbed the 12 inch black dildo. I rubbed lube on it and teased the opening oh her asshole with it.
I swirled it around a few times before plunging into her tight pink hole. I inserted it about 6
inches before I thrust it back and forth in her ass, but that wasn’t far enough. I stopped thrusting
the dildo and began to push it deeper and deeper into the her hole. It got progressively harder to
push. I was eventually pushing so hard that I had to hold her waist with one hand so I didn’t push
her entire body accross the floor instead of the dildo. Soon, I could only see 2 inches of the dildo
sticking out of her ass. I continued pushing until it got the the very end. I pushed with one finger
and watched as it slowly dissapeared completely into her ass. My mom now had a 1 foot dildo inside
of her. I stood over her a bit to admire my work. I fucked her pussy once more and then came on her
face again. Her face was now almost entirely covered in my cum and hair. I got more duct tape and
taped over her asshole many times over. I then duct taped her mouth shut, wrapped duct tape around
her head covering her eyes and attached more tape to her head and feet to further strengthen the
position. I smacked her thighs a few more times, sending sexy ripples through her thighs and ass and
leaving red marks. I put on some clothes, gathered up my few belongings and left the house. I never
went back to that house. I always wondered what her reaction was when she finally woke up. I’ve said
many times that I would have paid a million bucks to watch her wake up and try to figure out what
happened to her. But the fact that I did was enough for me. I lived with a friend until we graduated
high school. I got accepted to a local community college and ended up being a carpenter and a
fabricator. My life is just fine, and I often think about my mom. I know that if she hasn’t already
died yet, she’ll still be in that house living that pathetic, miserable life.

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Pussy Whipping Deanna

A young woman’s desire to be a sex slave and her burning desire to experience pussy whipping and the ogasm she thinks it will bring

Caras twisted revenge in her family (Prologue)

This is kind of a prologue to the first story. A lot of you guys messages me saying you wanted to know how she knew Dodge and how the plan came together so this is a bit of that. Next chapter up in a few days. As always message me telling me what you want too see happen to this twisted bitch

The story of Zachary Alexander

~~~~~~~~THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE TO A MINOR. AND RAPE TO A MINOR. KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A STORY AND BASED ON NO KNOWLEDGABLE EVENTS. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ THIS THEN DO NOT. HOWEVER THERE ARE OTHERS THAT DO WISH TO READ THIS SO PLEASE DONT BE A SPOIL SORT AND “REPORT” THIS. ONCE AGAIN THIS STORY IS BASED ON NO KNOWLEDGABLE EVENTS.~~~~~~~~
I watched as they slowly lowered her lithe body to the ground, the concrete digging into her little nipples. Her hair was in a tangled mess. Bruises covered her tiny body. She couldn’t of been more than ten years old. And she lay broken on the ground as the men jacked their big dicks off around her. As if they hadn’t done enough to her already. Blood and semen dripped from her used vagina. One of the men, a big muscled one, bent down and wrapped his thick arm around the girls waist and shoved his dick into her ravaged vagina. I gasped aloud, my eyes going wide as he started bucking against her now seemingly dead body. I watched as another big male got in front of the girl and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head up and shoving his dick into her mouth. The last male stood to the side of her body and pinched her nipples with one hand and his other going to her vagina and rubbing her clitoris as if trying to bring her pleasure.
I finally came out of my trance and screamed, and all their eyes lifted to see me standing there terrified. I stood stock still as they all pulled out of her poor ravaged body and stood to their full heights buttoning their pants in the process.
Calm down and breath. Deep breathe. In and out. In and out.
The biggest man took a step towards me and I bolted back the way I had came. I listened to their heavy foot steps pounding against the concrete. It almost sounded the exact same way to the way they pounded against her vagina.
Its ok. You’re almost away. Just a couple more feet and you will be out of this desolate alley. Why I chose this way in the beginning I don’t know. I just wanted to get home faster. And this alley is the fastest route home. But why did I have to be curious and see what the sound was? Why didn’t I just turn around and go back? Because I’m stupid and let my curiousity get the best of me.
“You fucking bitch!” One of the men screamed at me before tackling me to the cold hard floor. The other two quickly coming around to hold my writhing body down as – what seemed to me – the leader (the one who had tackled me) sat on my chest and held my wrists in his wrists.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” I begged.
“Yeah, so did the little slut back there.” The leader replied.
I started screaming for help as the other two men tore my pants of, taking my white briefs with them. I started crying as the leader took my wrists in one hand and then shoved my briefs in my mouth.
He got of my and took my backpack that I had forgotten about and started digging through it. “Make any move and I’ll slice your pretty little nech,” one of the men said as the other held my arms tight.
“Well well well. Would you look at this,” the leader said. “Our little boy here is named Zachary Alexander. What a cute name for a cute boy,” he taunted. “Oh! And guess what. He was born in 1998. That would make you…”
“15.” I whimpered.
“What a coincedence. Right guys? I like little boys. Especially the ones that have no experience whatsoever. The ones that act all scared, but deep down they enjoy the pounding deep in their ass. The way they have no control over what happens to them.” He smiled a little and laughed. “You whimper like a little girl. You even look like a little girl. I think I shall keep you. Yes, I will keep you to myself. I wont even degrade you here on this alley floor.”He scoffed. “I wont even let these idiots fuck your ass. No I will keep you and fuck you and do everything and anything to you.” He stopped and looked at me whimpering in the arms of his goons. “Do you know why I can do anything to you?” He asked. I shook my head in response. “I can do anything to you because now I own you. I own your body. I tell you when to piss or shit. I tell you when to cum. I tell you when to finger your asshole and if I wanted I could make you eat your own shit right off my dick after I fuck your tight boy pussy.”
He stared at his men for a moment before he motioned one of them over to him. They spoke in low tones before the man ran off, his feet pounding againg the ground once again reminding me of the pounding the little girl took, and soon the pounding I would have to take.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 8

As with all of my stories, this is pure fantasy. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

Useless Fuck Slut

This story is entirely fictional, and there is no truth to it. It is intended for adults 18 and over. I will caution you that the story consists of non-consensual sex, rape, slavery, torture, violence and extreme sex.

The Black Gang

In a quiet remote part of rural England a country girl fantasizes about a more adventurous life.

Can’t Escape Your Nature

NOTE– This is not a ‘sex story’, but a story about a man who is forced into becoming an assassin at the hands of an abusive master. It’s badly written and I don’t care- It’s literally what I was thinking spontaneously splurged onto the page. Opinions would be appreciated. And I know. I’m sick/sadistic/disgusting. There’s a bit of sex, if that keeps you interested but it’s not pleasant. No ‘OH FUCK ME BABY’ shit. This is still a working progress and was written over a very long period of time. If you like it, let me know. I have another, longer one with less sex and more killing. Oh, and also- the lack of italic for Dante’s thoughts… I couldn’t be bothered to go back and correct it. Apologies. -LoneKiller.

Dawn’s enslavement.

I opened my own law firm about a year ago. Two months ago I had more work than I could handle so I hired Dawn she was a law student and she seemed to be working out well. Dawn was young and beautiful! She has 34D tits, long platinum blond hair, she stands about 5 foot nothing and weighs about 120lbs with an ass to die for, and if that wasn’t enough she has sea green eyes and an air of purity about her.

Spotted a Slut.

Spotted Slut.
WARNING
This story contains graphic and twisted themes if you do not like violence, rape, torture…please do not continue.
Hi, my name is Kylie, I’m 22 years old I have tan skin and a good figure. I have a fair sized ass and tits to match. I have medium length hair and dark brown eyes, I am 5”4 tall and I weigh 110lbs. Now let’s start the story.
His name was James and he was 25 years old with light skin and a toned body. He was bisexual but not overly gay in his actions. I knew the instant I spotted him that he would be mine, I would make him beg for me and I would make him suffer for my pleasure and he would enjoy every second of it. He was leaning against the bar in the club we were in. The club was a small dance club, and by the way he stood I could tell he didn’t come here often. I watched him, his eyes darting from two men kissing to another couple but this time a man and a woman grinding. I could tell he was aroused, although he kept himself under control.
After what seemed like decades I decided to approach him. His eyes now where fixed on the two guys kissing and I knew he was interested and wouldn’t notice me unless I drew his attention. So I proceeded to lean on the bar next to him. I looked at the men kissing knowing they’re both where hard I looked at James. His Jeans hugging tight to his body I could see the outline of his cock. He was hard, and I knew that I could have a lot of fun with him. I moved closer to him and spoke in a loud whisper;
“If you go ask them maybe you’d be able to join”
James jumped out of his trance and looked at me.
“I..I..How..They wouldn’t.”
“What’s your name boy?” I said with an intimidating tone.
“James” He said ducking his head in a submissive manner.
“James, walk over to those two men and ask to join” I said as I stared in his eyes.
“I can’t do that. No, no way.” He quickly replied.
“Do It. And tell them Kylie sent you.” I snapped.
James nodded and I watched as he approached the two men who were still kissing passionately. He looked back at me and I nodded and watched him ask to join. The two men stared at him, and I saw him panic them remember what I said. Instantly the men looked at me and smiled. Before I knew it he was sitting between them. These two men where much taller and stronger than James, Luka was 26 he had dark hair and dark eyes with sandy blond hair, and Chris was 25 with light skin big muscles and brown hair in contrast to his bright blue eyes.
Both men had their bodies turned towards James. His small body in between them looked so innocent. I saw the two men stand and Chris held James’ hand as the three of them walked out into the alley way. I followed them not hiding the fact I was there. Once in the alley way Luka grabbed James by the back of the neck.
“Now listen here slut” Luka grunted, “I saw you watching me and Chris, you think you can watch people and get hard in public, your disgusting!”
James stuttered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“.
But before James could finish his sentence Luka slapped him across his face leaving a red hand print.
“SHUT UP SLUT” Luka shouted.
“Get on your fucking knees before I rip your throat out”
Instantly James was on his knees his eyes locked on Luka’s crotch, James knew Luka was large and his mouth watered at the site of his cock bulging in his jeans. Chris came closer now his crotch was also close to James’ face. Chris took his dick out and looked down at James as he slowly stroked it.
“I bet the slut loves sucking cock” Chris says as he grins at James. “Don’t you cunt?”
James’ eyes were locked on Chris’ cock as he stroked it, “yes”
Chris’ face turned to anger, “YES WHO?!”
James licked his lips before he spoke, “uh, yes. Sir?”
“Good boy, now open your slutty mouth” Chris said
James opened his mouth and closed his eyes expecting to taste a cock, but instead a steady stream of piss shot into his mouth.
“DRINK IT OR I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WHERE NEVER BORN!” Chris bellowed loudly
James let his mouth fill with the man’s piss then swallows it, “Yeah baby you’re a good toilet aren’t you?”, Chris smiles.
James looks down at the floor and answer’s “Yes Sir”
Suddenly, James and pushed onto his back on the cold ground and Chris holds him down as Luka approaches with his thick long cock standing at full attention. I quickly walk over and grab James’ phone from his pocket and snap some photos of James’ on his back his cock straining at his jeans with two naked men above him. Chris warns James not to move as he undoes his jeans and pulls james’ jeans off him letting his cock spring free.
“On your hands and knees boy”, Luka commands
James get on his hands and knees and I snap a few more shots of his ass and cock hanging down between his legs.
Luka slams his hand down on James’ right ass check and then again to his left. I snap a photo of his red ass, as Chris walks in front of James and kneels allowing his cock to brush up against James’ lips.
“Open up and suck it good because I’m going to use your cunt till you can’t even stand.”
James instantly complies, opening his mouth and places it over the man’s erect cock. James moves his tongue around and along Chris’ cock sucking and licking as much as he can. When suddenly, he feels Luka behind him, spitting on his ass hole and rubbing it around.
“You look so tight boy! I can’t wait any longer.”
With that Luka slams his whole 8 inch cock straight into James’ hole. James bellows out a loud cry drawing the attention of a man and lady walking past. Chris notices them and stands and rubs his dick while it’s aimed at James’ face.
“Look boy, over there! That lovely couple is watching you get fucked in a dirty ally like a 50cent whore. I bet you like it too, don’t you?”
Chris snorts between his grunts. Luka slaps James’ already red ass once more as he thrusts in hard,
“Fuck boy I’m going to cum! Tell that couple what you are, now!”
“I’m a worthless boy slut who is good for nothing but being used for someone else’s pleasure.”
James says as he looks at the dirty ground below him. “Ugh fucking whore” is all Luka is able to say as he rams in and cum’s unloading several hot streams of cum into James’ hole.
.All this is too much for James and he feels himself on the edge of Cumming, “Please, please fuck me till I cum” James begs. This time it’s Chris who answer’s, “Get over hear near the wall boy.”
James crawls over to Chris and looks up at him, “Yes Sir?” “Stand up, put your hands on the wall and stick your fucking ass out slut.”
James knows better than to say anything about the couple watching him so he does as he’s told and sticks his ass out. James looks back over to me; I’m leant up against the wall with my dress pulled up and my hand rubbing my panty-less cunt. I see the lust in James’ eyes turn to fear as he feels Chris’ thicker cock poking at his ass.
“Oh look slut; it’ll be a tight fit even for your loose hole!”
James say’s nothing as he keeps his eyes locked on me whilst Chris slams his cock into James’ wanting hole. I snap a couple more pictures before I get back to pleasuring myself, I see Luka approach me and kneel down in front of me.
“Need a face to sit on?” I instantly grab his hair and shove his face into my cunt where he get’s straight to work lapping at my soaked pussy.
“See how he licks her cunt boy? That cunt is a goddess’ cunt. You’ll never get it.” Chris say’s as he forces James to look at me.
“Please can I cum Sir? Please let me cum!” James cries as his orgasm approaches.
“Alright, cum. You filthy whore!” Chris say’s as he slams in a final time Cumming wildly.
James spurts his cum out all over the ground beneath him and the wall. This sight and the expertise licking and sucking of Luka send’s me over the edge and I cum uncontrollably holding Luka in place so he can’t breathe.
I release Luka and give him a wink as he stands up and walks away dragging Chris along with him. The couple must of left when we were all pre occupied. I walk over to James and tell him to straighten himself out and meet me in the White hummer parked in front of the club if he wants more.
If he shows up or not. That’s another story.

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