Torture sex was what this guy was all about, and Master knew all about these cruel desires and intentions of said client. Evidently this client paid him good for me after he “tasted me” at the party. The client Mr. Gallo had a very grave sense about him and how he never seemed to smile. I was dressed in a red low cut dress with a low back and fell open just above my knees. Silky back seamed nude stockings flanking my legs with some red leather stiletto heels.
Arriving to my date’s hotel I was ushered in the room and served a glass of wine. After a couple sips and small talk I was feeling faint. Attempting to get up was useless and before I realized what hit me I was knocked out cold. While I was out I had become the source of Gallo’s sick intentions. Mr. Gallo was slicing at my flesh and and he was filming this the whole time. He’d get hard at the sight of his blade drawing my blood as he marred up my pale flesh.
I know what was happening as I was forced to watch the movie after I awoke and found myself bound to a chair in an severe anemic state. He laughed as he fucked me and sliced into my flesh as he went. Mr. Gallo continued to torture me as he fucked me and got rougher with each thrust in my cunt. As he became ready to cum he pulled out and rubbed his cock in my wounds and blood. Eventually cumming all over the cuts making them sting.
The night came to an end as I was hauled into the E.R where I received over a hundred stitches and a blood transfusion.
It was a dark night full of excitement and insanity as rogues of shoppers were fighting their way into the store as they opened for the special shopping event. I agreed – fuck knows why – to bring my brother a dinner plate to him since he had to work. I made it through the mess and was headed out to my car.
As I walked back to my car I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Black leather gloved hands grabbing my arms. There was a second set of hands on me pulling me into a dark van and shoving a cloth in my face. There was something on the cloth I must have inhaled it as I was feeling woozy and blacked out.
Awaking in a sleazy sex club I found myself naked and bound. I was shackled to a bed and awoke to being triple penetrated. I felt my cunt throb as two big cocks stretch my pussy. My ass was feeling as though I had been banged over and over again with fat cocks.
It was so fast, everything was a whirlwind and then BAM! I turn around and at the very second I was punched right in my face. I must have fallen and knocked my head on the chair rail at the bar. My hair was matted, I was black and blue and awoke to a cock in every hole.
The drugged coma lifted a few hours after I last recall consciousness. My clothes were ripped off and my breasts, face and thighs were sticky with cum. I tried moving only to find I was bound to an old military bed with a pillow under my backside. Seems I have been receiving cock since they dragged me to the warehouse behind the bar.
As I showed signs of waking up they had a big glass of water for me they forced me to drink. As I spatted out the bad taste in my mouth they forced the glass to empty in my mouth and down my throat making me choke. I was gasping and spitting trying to recover. Before I was able to take a clear breath I had a huge black cock shoved down my throat. I started puking on this cock but another guy yanked my head back forcing all the water back down my throat.
My face is being fucked hard as I am choking on water, cum and stomach acid and forced to swallow it all. Further impacting my breathing there was rope pulling against my trachea. This enormous black cock started spurting thick streams of cum in my mouth and head still held back. I felt all breathing cut off, was gasping and struggling. Near dead I came to in the back of a speeding ambulance. I kept hearing how lucky I was… And that was exactly what was going through my mind as I reached to feel my drenched panties.
Master had a kinky idea, and luckily had the resources to pull this off. I got a white wedding dress and the silkiest lingerie for this kinky run. I had no idea how realistic he was doing this but I guess as he is a porn producer I should’ve known. A limo awaiting me even!!! I’m so excited to tell you the good news!!!
Well, we got Married, in a frigging CHURCH and me in a WHITE wedding dress, who’d ever thought… It was beautiful, and twisted. I got into the limo all dressed to walk down the aisle and hair up… Ten guys were in the limo awaiting me with their dicks out. Yup on the way to the chapel I was to blow all ten.. and swallow.
At the church I was led in by the ten in tuxedos with their dicks still out. The tuxedo had the front panel cut out. As I walked into the Chapel there were another 20 guys standing about the aisle dressed as the ten in the limo were open crotch cocks out and erect.
As I entered one man in a red tuxedo but also open front, ushered me off to the side as the ten guys continued down the aisle to their position on either side of the podium. I saw Master approach the front and stood in a white tuxedo normal and he looked so handsome! I’m led down the aisle while a organist played a little march diddy.
A priest approached the podium, dressed in his robes and all the adornments proceed as if all was normal. We were presented as Master and Slave and the music immediately changed and the priest threw off his robes and mask and had the biggest hardest black dick, my escort down the aisle pulled my dress up as my Master took his knife and cut my panties off and everyone let out whoops as Master tossed my panties to the gathering of men.
I was carried out and all of us loaded into three limos and ended up at Masters mansion. I have never been here and am excited. We had glasses of champagne on the way and I was nice and toasty. In the mansion we were led to a Large Master Bedroom 35 men total filed into the room and stood around the room surrounding us.
Now let me present you with a sweet start to some hot Accomplice phone Sex how is the new slave (me) initiated by Master and all his men? Is it the beginning of my demise?
Asleep, deeply asleep but it all seems so real, feel, smell, taste… real. It’s as though I am in some weird wacked out trance or some alternate reality. This all started out rather fuzzy but progressed into a very real experience. Have you ever experienced a dream or nightmare that was very real?
I was in bed asleep when he came in through my window. The feel of leather caressed my thigh and I stirred as this individual, creature of the night stood over me with his leather gloved hands upon me. I gasped and felt his gloved hand over my mouth, and he leaned in close to me. As he leaned in I smelled a rancid dead flesh smell emanating from him. He leaned in really close as he punctured two tiny holes in the fleshy part of my breast. I felt immobilized instantly, and when he removed his hand from my mouth my attempt to scream was no more than a silent scream.
Paralyzed and unable to make a sound I felt myself get up and on my feet. I was embraced by this thing and lifted into the air and out my window. As we soared over rooftops and trees I felt weightless and had this amazing sensation overtake me. We landed in a room that was exquisitely decorated like a turn of the century rich man’s den or gallery.
Within this room there laid a young maiden pale and fair haired. She was drugged up, and her eyes looked filmed over but wild. I was led to her side and told to eat. I looked at my companion abductor but could not quite view his face, I saw dark glasses, grey skin, and red lips that smiled upon me. I turned back to the girl only to see she was indeed bloodied and flesh ripped about her small frame. “Eat” he repeated to me as a hunger suddenly overcame me and like a rabid animal I began tearing flesh from her body with my mouth. I ingested this flesh and blood stained my mouth and chin.
I awoke and felt a pang of hunger and upon arising from my bed I noticed dirt and blood stains on my gown. I also noticed that I had been violated sexually in both my ans and vaginally. What actually happened?
I was invited to a party by one of my male friends Robbie and he promised me there would be alot of coke available and plenty of alcohol. This girl can’t pass up a chance to get wasted *wink*. Robbie picked me up just after 9pm, and I was dressed in some spiderweb hose a short scarlet red skirt with a shear meshlike red blouse over a lacey black bra. I also wore some red leather low boots with stiletto steel heels.
Robbie seemed to really approve of my outfit as he seemed to pop a woody almost immediately. Poor baby, so I gave him a hand and blow job as he drove us to the party. We arrived at this big old house off any main road and it was kinda secluded with an old graveyard flanking it’s rear. As we pulled up I was excited in how creepy the backdrop was for a perfect Hell-o-ween party.
The majority of attendees were male and most appeared they should or were in some form of metal, death metal type bands or scenes. There were a few chicks that were very Morticia Adams types. I did notice a couple younger chicks that appeared WAY out of place, and seemed to be uncomfortable and getting fucked up quickly. I had to muffle a laugh.
Robbie looked at me and mouthed that they were “prey” and will be used for the center of the entertainment. He mentioned they were actually being fed spiked drinks so they would be good and ready when it’s time. For some reason that sent shivers down my spine. I was aware of some of the twisted party’s Robbie mentioned his friends threw and how he’s come to enjoy the taste of human flesh and how good blood pudding made from human blood was.
As the party got under way there was an accumulation of folks out back around a bonfire. As I approached a few guys were leading one of the “out-of-place” chicks who was pretty near passing out- to a place just beyond the fire. Robbie appeared at my side “let’s get in on the action, Geneva”. We approached the group just in time to see the chick was tied down to an altar and guys were slicing off pieces of her flesh and tossing it into a large cast iron kettle of wine, stock, blood and garlic. One of the Morticia type women was tending the pot and tasting the stewed bimbo as she was calling it. I had to go over and get a taste. It was delectable!
Master invited me to another of his groups’ rituals. I was not exactly expecting to be invited back to his witches group, much less on such a glorious eve. Master showed up this afternoon with a new outfit for me, and he was expecting to see me in it this evening.
Dressed in this exquisite black lacey slip dress Master had brought paired with some leather heeled ankle boots I was awaiting his arrival. Master came to me and led me out to our ride that would take us to the “party”. Upon arriving at the ritual space we were greeted by a few familiar faces from my last visit.
I was led out to the clearing were there laid an altar surrounded by a circle of which quickly became replaced by men and women all scantily clad or outright nude. Looking to master he just smiled as he led me to the altar. “Undress” he ordered me, and I complied slowly sliding out of the sheer lace gown. He slipped my boots off from my feet.
Master carried me to the altar and laid me upon a purple velvet throw that draped across the altar. Master then bowed as he backed away and removed his own clothing. Silence came over the circle as a naked man with a goats head mask on came forward and approached the altar.
There was some faint chanting in what must have been of another language and I felt my legs being parted. I could see Goat mans cock long and hard moving in between my legs. I felt him penetrate me and he made me very wet, he felt so good inside me I couldn’t help but thrust toward his phallus and I wanted all of him inside me. I wanted so badly to feel him erupt inside of my whore cunt. I craved his seed inside me so badly I tried wrapping my legs around him to pull him deeper.
My ankles were being held and he kept pumping me harder and deeper I wanted to cum all over his magnificent fuckstick and felt him pulling out. Within seconds I felt a hard wooden phallic thing impale my cunt, and it penetrated me as the chants grew. I felt it slide out and another one slide in this went on for awhile and seemed all the women used their broomsticks to penetrate me. Following this I felt another real cock after another penetrate my cock hungry cunt.
I couldn’t help but cum continuously that night, spread on the alter and being penetrated during this fertility ritual. My cunt was being offered up for the seed of life that night. the main focus was to impregnate me under the blood moon. I felt cocks pour and thrust their seed in me. The wonderful goat man returned and he fucked me like no other it and he exploded deep inside my cumdumpster cunt.
I was fulfilled and brought over the edge cumming harder than I ever had, cum and feed my cunt soon, please!
Master invited me to a special gathering of pagan friends since I am a solitary witch. I usually avoid such gatherings but Master wants me to come along. These gatherings are known for their high sexual content and are generally Crowley followers/ members of the OTO. This following is based from Eastern Mysticism, Freemasonry, and a couple other Western belief systems. Essentially Paganistic.
This was more or less an social gathering not so much any ritualistic type planned gathering, thus others were invited to attend the temple. I agreed to attend and dressed to suit the occasion since they are very sexual and I know master well enough to know he has ulterior motives.
Upon arriving I was introduced to many of the members and was taken to a room and given an “elixir” to purify me and prepare me for the ceremonies of the night. I glanced at Master and he just nodded indicating that I should just go with it and give myself to these individuals.
Drinking the elixir I started to feel a warmth course through my body. The elderberry liquor was prepared with Belladonna a poisonous toxic plant when ingested in the wrong amount. When prepared properly it is the ideal elixir to promote relaxation, and the correct state for which opening the individual to delights of the body. Orgies are fueled with this poison in a strength just below the toxic level. When to much is ingested one will go into cardiac arrest. \
All I could think about was how fucking hot this new bartender at the club is. I’ve had more than my usual share of drinks just to flirt with Anthony. My Master has been a little distant and busy with his professional career, so I decided to come out with my girl friends and enjoy some drinks and clubbing. I got caught up at the bar and Anthony offered me a ride home. I jumped on that but maybe a little to easily.
While I was conversing with my friends I noticed him talking rather engrossed with a small group of guys with glances towards me and smiles with an exchange of information and were they paying him for something? The club was closed and just a handful of us still around. Well my girls went on their way and wished me luck!
Anthony and I went out to his car and he asked if i would mind stopping off at a party for a few. Well, I was completely blitzed and game for anything. We pulled into a parking lot with a large warehouse unit of lofts. The very guys that were at the club greeted us at the entrance. I appeared to be the only female there and about 10 guys were there total. Next thing I know I am being led into a dark room and I felt my wrists being bound and guided to a massage type table with an opening for the the face in a head rest and was helped onto my stomach.
Next thing I know I’m stripped and I feel guys taking turns penetrating my ass and my pussy. I feel numb and restrained, it appears I have been drugged and am being used as a fuck doll. One guy came around front while another was pounding me from behind and took my silk scarf and used it to choke me. I was gasping as my mouth was being fucked. I started passing out and that’s all I remember.
Barely making it I awoke to an empty warehouse and bruising all over my body. My neck and throat really hurt when I realized I had survived an attempted strangulation. The guy had left me for dead, or so they figured. I could barely breath or talk my larynx had been fractured during the strangulation attempts.
What makes me excited, and creams my sweet little panties? Getting used by you, of course! I crave to be owned and commanded. My panties get so moist when you manhandle me and bend me over forcing yourself inside me. I know it turns you on to treat me like a rag doll. I once was kept as a living rag doll. I was abducted from a Halloween party where I was dressed up as Raggedy Anne, how fitting eh?
So as I played the role of a submissive at the party and participating with a scene or two for entertaining the attendees and we did just that! Well appeared one attendee was particularly entertained and wanted more. I was cornered in the kitchen near the back door where this individual put their hand over my mouth and a knife to my throat pushing me out the back door. I was shoved in a van and they got in the back with me and bound me up and gagged me.
I was taken down a rocky road just before the van dropped and I just heard stillness and nature. The back f the van was opened and I was pulled out by my bound feet. Drug out of the van and tossed over the shoulder of my abductor I was taken into a secluded cabin. I was then put in a wooden chair, unbound and rebound to the chair.
My abductor talked finally telling me he has been looking for his own life sized raggedy Anne doll to keep. I was used as a fuck doll, toilet and punching bag. This went on for an unknown amount of time before he, like a man, got bored with me. He then dumped me on the side of the road tattered and abused.
