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Venus was a BDSM goddess, that’s for sure. She tortured me alongside the road for a bit longer, leaving welts, gashes, and bite marks at random. Then, she took me back to what I assume was her place. If I’d thought the torment was over, I got a lesson really quickly. She carried, physically carried, me into her place and straight into what looked like a dungeon of horrors. There were chains everywhere, hooks, blades, cattle prods, fireplace pokers, and a wide array of other nefarious-looking items. She laid me down on a table in the middle of the room, and made sure that my bound hands were secured. She proceeded to grab various instruments to beat, poke, and otherwise torture me with. At one point, she even set one of the fireplace pokers into what could only be called a brazier of smoldering coals. She used the shape to brand me before poking the rod into my side deep enough to leave a cauterized gouge mark. She knew exactly how to make me scream, and every scream that I uttered drove her to want another. Finally, she brought out this massive machete-type blade, and I couldn’t help but groan in terror. She slowly slid it into my cunt and proceeded to fuck me with it, slicing into my flesh with every slow stroke. I could feel myself slowly starting to bleed out from all of the damages….
I awoke to a harsh, driving pain in my side. I couldn’t recognize my surroundings, what little I could see of them in the dim light and from my angle. I went to move my hand to comfort my side, only to realize I was restrained. I felt the pain in my side erupt again, and paid attention to it. It was the feeling of a blade being drawn back out of a stab wound. I had felt that before, and it drove my blood through my veins at double the rate. I tried to scream, only to realize that my mouth was taped shut. It wouldn’t do me any good to scream anyway, it seemed. The best I could make out, I was in a sealed room that looked to be made of rock or stone.
A slap across my face drew my attention to my attacker. He had a huge grin on his face as he reprimanded me for not immediately focusing on him as my superior in every way, instead of exploring my environment. I watched as that knife found its way into my side again, this time piercing one of my kidneys. I felt his hand drive into my cunt, wide open and in full. The tears poured out of me as I screamed and writhed from the pain he was putting me through. Then, I saw the knife flash upward, above my chest, only to be driven down, just below where my sternum ends. I struggled to breathe, but he drew it up again, forcing his hand deeper into me as he stabbed lower. He did this again and again, driving the knife into me lower and lower with every move, until he finally buried it to the hilt in my uterus. I wanted to die, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
I had found the most beautiful old church in the middle of nowhere. I mean, it was like time had forgotten it. I decided to explore it a bit. The wood of the structure was turning gray with age, and when I walked inside, the flooring creaked and cracked. There were boards everywhere, and not a pew to be found. It was like someone had started deconstructing the church for remodeling some time back, and then abandoned all hope.
I thought I heard something, so I stood still and listened. When nothing else came to my ears, I kept moving through the church. I found an altar that still seemed to be in tact at the back of the church, and I set to explore it, but was grabbed from behind! I didn’t even have time to react, my arms and legs were grabbed so quickly. I saw nothing but robed figures. They all wore dark red robes with large hoods that completely covered their faces. They tied me to the altar and started to rip my clothes from my body. Hands massaged over my skin, and I couldn’t hold back the revolted shudder. Their laughter filled my ears, even as I struggled to keep my breathing even and not show any signs of the emotional distress I was feeling.
They bound my hands tightly with some thin cord that cut into me, and I had to bite back the yelp at the yank they issued to make sure it was tight. I knew that my blood was no longer flowing to my hands. They did the same to my ankles, and I had to hold back another yelp of pain. By that point, I was so scared that I was actually trembling, but you’d have never known if they noticed it or not. They worked quickly and methodically.
A bowl and knife were brought out, and they started slicing into me at various points on my body – all of them over vital organs. I felt the blood slowly leaking out of my body from those points as the knife was inserted into my cunt. With a great thrust and then a twist, they managed to separate me from my uterus, and yanked it out. At that point, there was no holding back the screams as I slowly bled out onto the floor.
His voice chilled me to my very bone. He had called twice before, issuing what I had thought were empty threats by way of prank phone calls. But, this time, I had chills going up and down my spine.
*3 days later*
He grabbed me after I left the grocery store. He has me tied up in the back seat of his car, and I have no idea where he’s taking me. I am so scared!! Oohh, we’re stopping! Please let there be people around!!! No!!!! No people, only trees!! Why?!
He’s carried me to a clearing, and oh gods!! He’s cutting my clothes off with a knife!! He’s crushing me, and … ahhhhhh, that hurts!! I think he ripped my cunt open!! I can’t scream with this damned gag!! Why is he doing this to me?! Oh god, my lungs!! He’s crushing my chest; his hands are so big, and his fists are just crushing my chest!!! I think that’s a broken….Yep, that’s a broken rib!! Someone please help me?! What’s that? Oh, please gods, NO!! Please? I can’t breathe. I can’t…
November 1st – The day that the living visit with, and celebrate the lives of, their deceased loved ones and friends. This past All Saints Day, I found myself wandering along outside of a graveyard which just happened to be along the stretch of road I was hitching. There were no cars, it was a secluded cemetery along a stretch of country road that had seen better days. I didn’t see anyone, so imagine my surprise when 3 men walked out from the wooded area at the furthest end of the cemetery, talking and laughing. Well, being cautious, I kept an ear out for them, making sure that I knew where they were, trying to protect myself without appearing to protect myself so as to avoid drawing their attention. It was too late, though; they had seen me, and they were headed my way. I started to slowly increase my pace, but before I knew what was happening, I was being tackled from behind and toted bodily to the mausoleum in the center of the graveyard. Apparently they had used this mausoleum before, as it pushed open easily. They laid my body down on top of the sarcophagus in the center of the mausoleum, and they stripped me down, 2 holding me down while the 3rd removed my clothes. They fucked me in that mausoleum for HOURS. By the time I got to go free, it was well beyond dark, and I felt like the spirits around me were angry.
I was hitching through North Dakota when he came across me. I felt bad about him from the moment he pulled up alongside me, but all my efforts to make him move along failed. That was when I knew I was in trouble, and I tried to take off. He was spry and agile for an older man, and he very quickly and easily caught me. I had no chance to fight; he was so quick that he had me pinned before I could even turn over. I felt him begin to bind my hands, I think it was with rope, but I would have to find out later. I struggled under him, the little bit that I was able to move. He gagged me with a ring-gag, so I knew, once again, that I was in deep shit.
He drug me back to his truck and buckled me in, since he knew I was unable to do anything about it. I have no idea how long we drove, or how far. I just know that when he stopped, it was in a place surrounded by wooded areas. The temperature was dropping, so I knew it was early evening. He drug me through the trees for a good while before finally tossing me to the ground. I could hear water, and I wondered if anyone lived nearby who could help me if I could just project my voice well enough. When he didn’t even bother trying to get me to shut up, I knew it was hopeless. He bound me, hands and feet, to roots in the ground, and I knew I would never get up from there again. He left my view, and I began to search around for a weapon of some sort.
When he came back, I was completely at a loss. He was dressed as a clown! He had the makeup, a wig, everything! The only way I knew it was him was that he was carrying the clothes he had just changed out of!! He set those down, walked back out of view, and came back carrying 2 large buckets. He poured freezing water all over my body, and I began to shiver. As the night grew closer and the temperatures dropped, he kept dousing me with water until he saw ice start to form from the moisture. Then, he started some ritualistic something or other. He was touching me all over, rubbing me with various parts of his clown getup. It was as I was getting closer to freezing to death that I noticed his cock was poking a huge tent out of his outfit. It was mere moments before I drew my last breath that I saw his cock hovering above my face, and then slipping down into my throat through that ring-gag.
It was really late at night when I found the gas station along the isolated road I’d been traveling. The lights were on, and the place looked relatively clean; there was a man at the counter who appeared to be reading something. I decided to chance it – using a bathroom instead of the woods is always nice. The man behind the counter never once looked up as I walked in, passing everything to hit the restroom. I did my business, taking my time as I always did when I found a restroom along the way. I washed up at the sink, making sure to clean places that the road made sure got nice and gritty in my sweet little skirts. I never heard the door open – I just felt hands press me into the wall, crushing my face into it, as a cock jabbed up hard between my legs. It found its way, first, into my cunt, using the moisture I’d applied only seconds before to slide right in. He rammed into me a few times, making sure I got wet in the process, before pulling that right back out and jamming it into my ass. I screamed, though it was muffled by the wall my face was crammed into. He fucked me for a good while, there in that bathroom in the middle of nowhere. The entire time, my face was pressed into that wall, and when he finished with me, my face had the impressions of the wall itself temporarily tattooed onto it. I fixed myself as best I could and moved along.
I ran into an interesting situation today. I apparently walked into a coven of vampires as I was traveling through this town. It’s a medium sized town, and I have been sticking to more out of the way roadways to avoid traffic issues and harassment. Well, when I turned a corner, there was a guy, and I walked past him without thinking anything of it. The next thing I knew, he was behind me and a group of other guys was surrounding me. I tried to bypass them, but the grins on their faces told me all I needed to know. They managed to get me around the corner into the little back alley behind a building, and started shoving my skirt up and my blouse down. They bent me in so many different angles, and I felt teeth pierce my thighs, my neck, my breasts. I felt my blood trickling out, being sucked at points, and basically just leaving my body. In the process, they started pounding cocks into me from every angle. My hands, my pussy, my ass, my mouth. They just started fucking me in that back alley, drinking my blood, and bleeding me for all I was worth. Within 15 mins, I was feeling utterly drunk, and having trouble staying awake. I don’t remember anything after that, just waking up in that same alley with half of my stuff missing, and wondering when the bruising would take full effect.
I was hitching, again, when a suburban-type vehicle stopped. I approached the passenger window, but the window never rolled down. Instead, the well-tinted rear passenger door opened, and I was pulled inside. My arms and legs were quickly subdued, and my mouth was covered with tape. Someone covered my eyes, and I knew that there were several people in the car. I felt a sting and then I don’t remember anything until I awoke in total darkness. I felt myself bound, but I couldn’t see anything, at all. I couldn’t even hear anything. And, it was hard to breathe. That was when I realized I was in a hood of some sort. I started feeling hands touching me in various places, all at the same time, so there were at least 3 people with me. When one of them smacked me and all I heard was the dullest of thuds, despite how hard it hit, I came to understand that I was in a sensory deprivation hood. The hands poked and smacked at me multiple times over I don’t even know how long. Then, I felt a huge, cold shaft enter my vag. Almost immediately after that, another shaft penetrated my ass. They thrust into me fiercely, and with every thrust into my ass, they pounded whatever was in my pussy even deeper. The feelings I was experiencing were amazing!! I came so hard!
In all the time I’ve been traveling these crazy roads, I’ve learned one thing. I like rough sex. I love being tied up, bound down, sensory deprived, and abused. I love having my breasts tortured, bound, and bitten. Feeling hands, crops, whips, knives, and all the other tools of a good BDSM session biting into my skin over and over gets my pussy so wet. But, do you know what I really love? Being forced to the ground and having my face fucked hard, like my life and being don’t even matter, as long as that dick has my throat to fill up. I love having my breath cut off, my throat filled until I spew all over that cock, and still having my throat fucked. And my cunt being abused is always amazing. Having my pussy poked, slashed, gashed, prodded, clamped, fucked, and fisted just brings me the ultimate pleasure. And, when you add all of that to my ass hole, too, I can gush for you.