I don’t know why this happened to me. I was such a good girl and I guess I just fell in with the wrong man. Before I knew it we were traveling across the states and murdering these poor girls for his pleasure and… Well, after we were arrested we were both sentenced to death. I mean, I never wanted to do it but I understand that I deserve the punishment. So, with our expedited systems I waited in my cell for that faithful day to come knowing that it would not only be a surprise but it would come quickly. It didn’t make listening to those heavy boots of the guards as they walked down the halls every day, didn’t take away the sweats and shivers of nerves as they stopped in front of my cell finally. “It’s time.” I felt my breath catch, and stood up to look at them. I wanted to cry but I refused to go to my death without dignity. They looked at me as if I wasn’t even human as they commanded me. “Strip.” and I did, I unzipped the orange jumpsuit and stepped out of the material so I was nude before them. They took me out and put my wrists and ankles into manacles and took me to the place of execution. It was an arena style forum, a crowd of people surrounding me in a circle. Looking at me with sad, excited, lustful, angry eyes. I felt myself flush, I wanted to look away from all those people judging me but a man I hadn’t noticed had come up. Grabbed my hair and forced me to meet their eyes. Dragged me by the hair to an apparatus he had set up and tied my hair to it, unmanacled my wrists and ankles only to strap them to the device keeping me standing, staring, and my body open. He walked away, his steps moving behind me before I felt a sharp crack against my back. I think it was a flogger but not having seen it, it was hard to tell. He hit me again, and again, making me cry out in pain each time. My pussy betraying me as the pain slut I am and getting more and more wet with each lash across my ass and back. He came around to the front, hitting me with the flogger over my tits and stomach. Making them a rosy red and making me jerk and whimper. He make me look him in the eye “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I felt my face flush as I nodded, he grinned in a sadistic way letting me know he was too even as he shoved that flogger handle up my wet pussy. “Keep it there.” he commanded and I clinched those kegel muscles, already feeling the heavy leather slipping. He walked around with a cane, tapping it against those warmed up muscles making me gasp and almost lose the flogger. He saved that first hard whip for across my nipples making me scream and flinch. The bright red welt forming almost instantly as they burned, the flogger was slipping and I whimpered as I tried to keep it inside of me. He did the next on against my ass, 3 quick whips making my back arch to move my ass away and finishing the flogger. I felt it slide from my pussy to the floor and he tutted me. “Bad slut!” with another whip to my ass, I could feel a tickle along the sensitive skin and knew that last one had drawn blood. He let my hair loose and began to undo my wrists and ankles. “Do you have any last words slut?” I gulped, sniffing, feeling my hands shaking as I fought back tears. “O… Only that they can forgive me.” he looked at me disgusted for that and shoved, almost throwing me, onto the table to which I could only assume was my execution. I found myself laying on my back, a thin wire collar around my neck connecting my head to the table. Then ones to my wrists and ankles again, he hummed as he worked, positioning a Hitachi against my pussy. “This will tighten your collar as you orgasm and move, it can’t be loosened and eventually you’ll strangle yourself to death.” I looked at him with surprised eyes and he just grinned at me as he turned the hitachi on high and watched as I was overcome by the pleasure.
I was the Christmas tree… Seriously. I was suspended upside down with small metallic balls hung from the rope, hooks embedded into my skin, and through my nipples. I had tinsel mixed with my jute rope to irritate my skin and make me twitch and itch as I hung unable to move except for muscle twitches. Then Master spun me, wrapping me with lights and making me truly festive. I was feeling nauseous and light headed by the time the world stopped moving but didn’t have much time to recollect my thoughts before Master put a Hitachi straight against my clit making me gasp and cry out with unexpected pleasure. I squirmed again this time as my body quivered and came, over and over, the toy merciless in the pleasure it forced on me. Then there was a cock at my lips and I found another hand forcing my mouth up and down over this cock. Making me throat fuck them as my head spun and my body over sensitized kept me from really knowing where I was. It seemed the party had begun and as the Hitachi disappeared and a new toy filled my pussy as the cock fucked my mouth… I was the centerpiece and all I was meant to do for the night was survive the whims of the Masters around me.
Roofies are a hell of a drug. Especially when you wake up with your hands cuffed behind your back and sharp pains running across your stomach, ribs, thighs, and breasts. It felt as if I was being held up by knifes but as open my eyes. Try to force them to focus beyond the drug haze that had covered them. It took awhile to realize I was staring at a floor. It was concreted made brown with dirty and there were scuff marks from boots all around me. I tried to look down to see the bed I was on, but there was nothing under me. I didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense, I could feel the pressure underneath me as if I was laying on a bed of nails. I tried to look up behind me and cried out as I felt that sharp pain digging into me intensify so badly that my vision turned white until I forced myself to relax again. The pain didn’t go away but it wasn’t as if I was being sliced by hundreds of razors at once. I found myself panting as I recollected my brain working hard not to shift and get more comfortable as anytime a muscle flexed or moved it’d cause that sharp awful pain. I try to recollect what I saw before my vision turned and I remember a spiderweb. Nothing but thin silver lines moving from around me and into the ceiling but that didn’t make sense either and I just can’t understand. Then I heard the crunch of dirt being ground into concrete. The heavy footsteps of someone in boots walked towards me. I waited to see the person who had captured me but they never appeared in front of me and then I felt something soft, gentle, and evil across the sole of my foot. I gasped, laughing, as I instinctively tried to pull my foot away from whatever the soft item was. The pain was so intense that shot through me, my vision went white as I felt razor blades all over my body. A hard hand gripping my ankle and holding my foot still as the soft item went away to fingers. The hard fingers digging into the sensitive curve of my foot forcing me to laugh and scream as I jerk, pull away, and squirm against my bindings. I can feel them digging harder and harder into me. I feel what is almost a pop in some areas as the pain goes to an entirely new level. My frayed nerves extra sensitive from the abuse allowing me to feel the dripping blood from those popped sections. The sound of the blood dripping onto the floor was so loud to my ears. Even over my sobbing laughter. He wouldn’t let up though, his fingers just switching from one foot to the other, driving me mad. I couldn’t even beg for him to stop all my air went into crying, laughing, and sobbing. I felt like I was going to pass out and didn’t even realize how sick this was all making me until I felt the burn of stomach acid in my throat and seeing the mess I made on the floor. He stopped, still never saying a word to me as he walked around me. Stopping in front of me he pulled my hair pulling my head up. My face was red, my eyes full of tears and flowing, and even snot uncontrolled down my face. I flinched as he spoke. His voice hard and deep like gravel and wolf growls. “You made a mess slut.” He pulled me forward by my head, rocking me on whatever torture device he had put me on making me whimper and scream again. He pulled my face into his hard jeans. I could feel his hard cock as he ground the rough cloth against my face scratching it with his zipper and the metal button as he promised to me. “I’m going to have fun with you whore. Especially making you clean this up. Now open your mouth and beg me for my cock.”
Master has learned about ghost hunting. He wants to so bad to see something to experience something outside his control since everyone and everything in his life falls to his domination. The ghost haunting he is talking about though is different than cassette tapes and thermal cameras. He wants to feel them himself and so he’s going to piss them off enough to retaliate against him or her. I don’t know why he’s working so hard to walk into danger but… This scares me so badly and I know I can’t say no. So we went to Georgia to this house that was known as a plantation house. One that was horrible to slaves, many died after they were tortured to death and had been converted into a museum by one of the surviving ancestors of one of the slaves… I don’t think he’d be happy if he knew what Master wanted to do after the tour and the stories of the atrocities that occurred but Master paid a lot of money for us to spend the night alone inside this home and as the owner left and we were truly alone. He grabbed his toy bag and we went to the basement. An area that was once used as a dungeon as it still had rusty metal shackles on the wall. He took his skein of rope and tied me to these shackles and I felt a shiver run through me. Almost as if fingers running over my hair and as if trying to comfort me an old song getting stuck in my head that I didn’t realize was there until I heard Master ask me “What the fuck are you humming?” and I looked over my shoulder at him surprised. “I don’t know Sir…” he grinned. Realizing that maybe the spirits he so badly wanted to feel were already toying with me, I imagine he thought they were scratching and hurting me rather than the gentle caresses and touches that shivered through my body. He pulled out a flogger with thick leather falls. One to warm me up rather than hurt me but I didn’t know of the modifications he made. The small metal claws he added to the end of each fall and he hit me hard. Not warming me up and making me scream as I felt those metal claws slash across my back. I could feel the air go from warm and comforting to tense and felt a soft brush of air across my cheek as if trying to wipe away tears. Then another hit from Master. I screamed, gripping the ropes hard as I let my weight be supported by the old shackles. I started to sing to myself “Hush little baby…” whack! Another hard hit and scream as he laughed behind me. The words kept coming as if against my will. “Don’t say a word…” I sang softly under my breath as I heard the scrape of something hard against the brick floor. He screamed, “Come at me you fuckers. Or I’ll be her back raw!” I could already feel the blood running down my back. I saw from the corner of my eye his arm reach up ready to hit me again. Then there was a thump before he could hit me again. He screamed this time and I turned to watch him as he scrabbled to grip the bricks. Hold himself in the room near me, even gripping for my ankles for me to help him as unseen hands dragged him from me towards a cell that was only 10-15 feet away from me. He couldn’t reach me and I couldn’t help him and as they dragged him into the room the door slam closed behind him. I watched that door, waiting for him to come out as the room turned cold around me. “Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird…”
I’ve been a bad girl. I’ve been running a ring of spies almost as a pimp. Would find our target and seduce them and get their secrets which we would then sell. Of course we were arrested and while my girls were given life me as the leader was given death by public execution.I was left in the dark on the day but as I heard the sex of multiple heavy boots against the concrete floors I knew today was the day.
“It’s time to go.” the deep masculine voice of a guard I’ve never seen before stopped in front of my cell. I felt my heart start to race and stood up looking at the man. “Today? Already?” I asked, trying not to let my voice quiver and he acknowledged me. “Today. Strip and turn around and back towards the cell.” I took off my jumpsuit and back towards the bars. He reached through put cuffs around wrists and then did the same to my ankles connecting them with a 2 foot long chain before he unlocked the door and let me out. He stopped me outside the door and connected a chain dog leash moving it between my legs forcing me to walk down this long hallway. The chain digging and grinding into my pussy making it rather hard to keep up with my captors. As we get to the end of the hallway I see a cross on the bed of a truck. I’m not sure exactly what it was for but he led me onto the bed of this truck and told me “Don’t fucking try anything.” before he turned me around undoing the cuffs on the wrist and the ankles and connecting them to the cross and got into the truck. Leaving me exposed to everyone who cared to look and began to drive. Leaving me cold and shivering as the air whipped around me as he took me the site of my execution…
To be continued…
Master loves to share me. Especially with mistresses. Then again what hot blooded man doesn’t like to watch two women together? This particular mistress loved to use my mouth. Grinding her pussy against my lips and forcing me to breathe in her musk and drink her juices until my face is shiny and covered by her pussy juice. She loves it when I nibble on her clit, the feeling of my teeth gently running over that sensitive nub makes her squeal in delight and she can’t help but laugh as she foces her clit down against my lips and my nose into her pussy. Making it so I can’t breathe. She had already cuffed my ankles and my wrists together so I couldn’t do anything but wiggle and gasp, inhaling and choking on her dripping juices as she cums on my mouth. Lifting off of me long enough for me to gasp for breath before she lets go against my mouth. My mouth quickly filled with her piss causing me to choke and gasp against the yellow fluid. She chastised me with a quick swat to the ass. “Bad slut, you need to drink it.” she giggled, taking me by the hair and forcing my face against that steam of piss. Forcing me to drink every drop that I could before sliding my face up so my nose ran along her tight rosebud. Stopping when my lips were over that tight hole. I circled my tongue around it, pointed my tongue and pressed it into the hole and gasped when she let out a long slow fart right against my tongue and lips. All over my face.
Master, I want to show you what a good slut I am. To remind you that my body belongs to you heart, mind, soul and I will always do as you command no matter how outlandish the request. You own my consent. That’s how I find myself on my knees in the bathroom of your favorite pub. My ankles tied to my thighs keeping me in a kneeling position with puppy pads under me as my only protection from the tile. I was wearing a latex corset, a plug in my ass. Vibrator in my pussy and clamps on my nipples with a chain attached between the two. I also had a ring gag, to force my mouth to stay open and a sign written on my chest in lipstick that just said “Toilet slut” so as men came in drunk, horny, lonely, they saw me and my pretty pink pussy wet and dripping. Gurgled moans escaping from the gag. One man comes in, laughs, and pulls out his cock. A dark, stinking, stream of piss comes from the tip. Lands over my tits before he steadies his aim and it goes up my neck, to my chin, and into my mouth. Forcing me to swallow that vile dehydrated bodily fluid before he shoves his cock into my throat. Not hard with whiskey dick but still forcing that half flaccid piss covered cock down my throat and choked me on it until the next man came in and demanded his turn next.
Master, I appreciate the want of exploration and learning but I didn’t think you’d ever make me a furry friends phone sex whore. Especially not on a stage in front of everyone. There I was though, my hands tied to a stripper pole after I had danced for you and your friends. I was blindfolded and gagged. On my knees with a pillow under them to protect them from the stage. So I had no idea what was happening as I felt a cold wet thing against my ass and in my pussy. A long wide tongue fucking my wet pussy going harder and harder as I got wetter and wetter. I felt a hot soft tickle sensation on my back and sharp hard claws running on my sides. The hips of whatever was touching me kept poking me with a hot wet cock. Every Time it’d hit my pussy it’d hump harder until it popped out. Eventually you help it, point its cock at my pussy keeping it inside of me as it grew bigger and bigger. It was humping me so hard and filling me up so quick I was already lost in the hot pleasure, listening to the cheers of the audience as this thing begins to swell inside of me. Throbbing as I feel the hot cum shoot right against my cervix the big swollen thing in my pussy rubbing my pussy from the inside. Sending me into my first of many orgasms.
So I found out that Master was putting up videos of me online.
Would you like to know how I found out?
My boss called me into his office, I’m just a lowly paper pusher. So I’m not sure why he would call me into his office. Or why when I got in he wouldn’t be there. I walked into the office looking around and was surprised when the door clicked behind me. I gasped and turned around barely able to register it was my boss before he pushed me into a chair. Holding me down by my throat as he tied me to the chair hostage style. Putting a gag in my mouth and my arms to my side.
“You’re such a teasing little bitch you know.” he grinned at me as I stared at him with wide scared eyes. He giggled, actually giggled. “Oh, don’t worry poppet, I won’t hurt you much. I saw those videos of you online you kinky little slut.”
Imagine my surprise at that, wondering how he could have seen me. How he would know I was a kinky girl… Then it dawned on me…
I didn’t have enough time to be upset at my Master before my boss decided it was time to take liberties. He undid the buttons to my top and pulling my tits out of my breasts. Slapping them until I whimper in the gag, tears in my eyes.
I knew he was going to force me to fuck him.
His fingers clumsy against my pussy his fucking me painful leaving me squirming and crying against the gag. His pudgy cock leaving a wet spot against his pants and he practically drooled on me.
I didn’t know what his full intentions were for me I just knew that I’d have to have a talk with Master later… If, I could manage the words.
Apparently I did something to earn my Master’s ire.
I was taken to the middle of the forest with some of Master’s closest friends and told me that it was time for my “Slave Training Phone Sex regimens.” I didn’t really understand what they meant but I’m fairly certain they would let me know.
First they stripped me naked, one man holding my arms back as the others smacked my tits, ass, and pussy. Some hitting over my kidneys just to remind me what a pain slut I was and to mix some bad pain in with the good.
Once they had their giggles at my jiggling flesh they pushed me up against a tree. The rough bark scratching at my back as they moved onto the next step in their Slave Training Phone Sex regimen. “What do you say about being tied to a tree slut?” one of Master’s friends sneered at me. I blinked, looking at him surprised. Master was mean but he was never cruel for the sake of it. “I… “ I took too long to answer. The man slapped me hard across the face as my Master laughed.
I could taste blood in my mouth and my vision was cloudy with tears. They took out their rope of choice and I was scared to see that it was barbed wire. I could feel those metal teeth digging into my skin and they laughed as they tugged at the metal. Slapping and hitting me again, trying to make me move out of the way of their hands and into the teeth of the wire.
“What does a slut say when she’s asked if she wants to be tied to a tree?” He prompted again and right away I answered “Thank you sir. Yes sir.” he laughed, and patted my cheek. I noticed the others had pulled a small box with them and opening it revealed a set of needles and jewelries. My master with nitrite gloves on pulled and pinched my nipples. Making them hard as he smiled at me. “Ready for the next step in your Slave Training Phone Sex regimen?” he asked with care. I was afraid, and he could see it in my eyes as I looked from the man who had slapped me back to him. “Yes sir…” and with that they took the wide needle, one man pulling my nipple taut as the other pierced through the sensitive flesh making me scream out as they put a hoop through it. The the other, then my clit… I didn’t feel like I consented to any of it… And all it did was make me afraid of the men surrounding me. Even as they told me how good I did and what a perfect slut I was.
