A Submissive Whore Roasting Over an Open Flame

submissive whoreThis submissive whore was invited to a bonfire this weekend. I should have know better. Men don’t invite me places because they enjoy my company or want to date me. They invite me places to do very naughty, even painful things to me. When I arrived with what I thought was my date, I discovered a slew of naked women bound and gagged around the fire. My date pushed me on the ground, slapped me across the face and shamed me with a litany of derogatory things. I was part of some man’s club initiation. Men were supposed to bring an old whore to this bonfire to humiliation and abuse. Much like a frat club initiation where campus boys bring an ugly girl to lunch then ditch her with the bill. Only this was not so school boy like. I watched in horror as the men voted on the ugliest, fattest, oldest looking whore in the group. That was a contest I was glad I did not win. What happened next, was the stuff torture phone sex nightmares are made of. They roasted the winner like she was a pig over the open flame. Along with the other contenders, I watched in horror as a woman was roasted alive. She screamed in horror as flames engulfed her skin. I felt awful for feeling grateful I was not the winner of this macabre game. Her screams were deafening. The smell of burnt hair and human flesh was sickening. It was all I could do to not vomit. Some of the other survivors were hurling. I just sat there bound and gagged praying that I would not be next. The horrific initiation didn’t end there. She was carved up like a pig and served as dinner. Even the surviving women were forced to eat some of her charred flesh. Now I puked. I woke up the next morning naked with the other women around the bonfire t which was almost completely out. No men in sight. We had a drugged feeling and confused memories. Was it a nightmare or reality? I don’t think I will ever attend a bonfire again, however.

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