Master asked me if I had been doing my anal training like I was told too. I lied and said told him yes. He could read right through my lie. He told me to pulled my panties down and spread my self open for him. I didn’t want to do it, but I had to. Master was already mad, I didn’t want to make him madder! I pulled my panties down and spread my ass cheeks open, just as I was told to do so. Master took his cock and slapped it against my puckered asshole! He asked me again “Have you been fucking your asshole like I want you too?” I started to cry “No master, I am so sorry master! I have been so constipated, it just hurts so much master!” He slammed his cock in my backed up and tight asshole! He started fucking me so hard and then I smelled it! I smelled the shit that he was fucking out of me! He was punishing my dirty asshole like the worthless stupid fucking whore that I was. I didn’t do as my master told me and now he is brutally fucking the shit out of my asshole!
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Torture to Death
He was here to get me pregnant, but my holes could never compare to my daughters holes. He needed her to work the cum up for my cunt, that baby batter for my pussy would be drained out from my baby girl’s little tiny holes. We both get off on the same thing…pain, torture… fucking bloody snuff rape fantasies. He was there for two of my precious angels, both so young and bald and innocent. Sky was who I gave him first; she is so young tiny little body with big blue eyes and curly blonde hair. This is the one he wanted me to kill as he filled me with his babybatter but first we started with me fisting her ass and her little pussy. Her blonde hair was bloody and I made her taste her own blood off of my fingers. She cried and begged Mommy to stop hurting her! He loved watching, he knew his cock would soon go into an even younger hole. I left Sky covered in blood and ruined in the corner while I got her little sister Scarlett. That girl, one of the youngest…still in diapers and not talking. Puffy little bald cunt to cave in, well rather I planned to force her to make her ass and pussy one hole by using my friend’s cock to force all the way in. I bounced her body up and down while she cried and struggled and screamed. She was bloody and helpless. It wasn’t long before her tight cunt made his cock ready for my pussy; he pushed past my cervix while I laid lil Sky on his chest. Ready to snuff her out for him with my fist stuffed way past the elbow! He looked right in her eyes as she died, and I was given the warmest babybatter I needed to make another little one for him to destroy.
Burn Baby Burn
My dark fantasies seem to get more brutal with each passing day of torment I take from my master. I woke up this morning from a really heated dream of blood and screams and a throbbing wet pussy that soaked my sheets through! I dreamed about my master tying down a little one and mutilating her little pussy with a pair of alligator clamps hooked up to an active shocking battery! He kept zapping her little pussy over and over again making her scream and cry! Her blood sizzled as it oozed from her flesh onto the sharp rusted electrical clamps. It was my job to hold her hands still above her head as master had his way with her! After he was done playing with her he said I could have her to myself for only 10 minutes, and that I couldn’t take her life. I resisted the pout that formed upon my lips and settled for taking those clamps and securely snapping them down through her puffy little nipples! I let master control the voltage but I loved hearing her screams as I got hornier and wetter in my panties! All of a sudden I woke up with a throbbing clit and I was forced to beg my master to fuck my dripping little cunt. Maybe I’ll tell him about my dark fantasies for our next play toy soon.
Bondage Submission in the Great Outdoors
When I think of fall, I think of all of the beautiful leaves, the trees molting the birds migrating, animals preparing for winter. To that end, when I was invited to a fall gathering with my friends, I dressed for the occasion. Red dress; red, orange, and yellow scarf; gold heels and gold jewelry. In hindsight, I should have thought that outfit through…
The party was outdoors, and had hardly started before I was called to the side. I should have smelled it coming, but I was naive enough to think this would be just a party. The next thing I knew, though, my dress was being cut off of me while I was being drug over to a molting tree. I was gagged and tied to the tree and my body was doused over and over with condiments in the colors of fall. Then, came the torment. They each took various utensils that you’d find at most any picnic/bonfire ever, and they began to smack, hit, poke, prod, and pinch me with them, all across my body. Then, a man was brought to the center, and the grin that crossed his face rolled dread through my body. When I saw his schlong, I knew why. That monster was 13 inches, if it was an inch, and as thick as a beer can. I was going to get ripped apart.
Torture Phone Sex – Haunted House
I volunteered for a haunted house this year. My role was the bound woman who was being slaughtered. What I didn’t expect, however, was the amount of torture they would actually subject me to in the name of their production. Once they had me bound to the big X, they put nipple clamps on me. What I didn’t see was the battery that they had attached to it. They flicked that on the first time, and I about came unglued. My screams were so real, it had the people passing through gasping, covering their mouths, and scurrying to escape. Then, the coupe de grace, another was clipped to my clit, and I am sure the people in the next county heard my screams. My body writhed and worked against the bonds holding me there. They tortured me anew for every set of people who walked through, and I was certain my body would never see pleasure again by the time the night ended.
Master Daddy
My master loves when I submit to him most by giving him all my little ones. He ties me up and gags me and I am helpless to watch his brutal torture as he makes them his too. Truth be told I am dripping and all slippery watching his ruthless thrusts. I love watching him pound their little faces AND their little bodies. Squirming and their wailing makes me crazy cuz I love everything he is doing to them. I love giving him every part of me, he owns me. I struggle and he knows it’s time to let me help him, sitting on her face so she can taste what her cries do for Mommy. Cry all you want because Mommy and her Master love it. Master Daddy, Master Cock, Master Master Master. He owns us, our bodies and our minds just submit and stop fighting…or fight and turn us on more. That’s the life I live with my Master, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
A Submissive Whore Roasting Over an Open Flame
This 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.