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I came upon a renaissance fair yesterday. I loved the clothes and the people, the smells of the foods cooking, and the sounds of laughter and shouting and revelry. It was as I was passing alongside the far end of the parking lot, walking away from the area where the fair was, that I was accosted. A group of about 5 guys walked out and surrounded me. They walked me back to the truck, pretending to be jovial, as if we knew one another, but no one could have seen the knife digging into my side. They got me inside the camper trailer on the truck, stripped me down, and forcibly opened my legs. Two of them held my legs open while thrusting their hard cocks at my mouth, while another plunged unprotected into my cunt. He ripped me, he was so big, and I knew he did. However, with a knife still at my throat, I dared not cry out.
Master visited me again the other day. He tied me up hanging from the ceiling, and he rammed his cock inside of me. He told me that he loves how I behave for him, and proceeded to fuck the ever-living shit out of me. He plowed my pussy hard, and while he did, he took his knife and drew slashes across various parts of my skin, even cutting off one of my nipples. I could feel him getting more and more turned on with every slash. He was working me over hard and fast this time, and I was enjoying it. I felt him getting close just as he pulled a saw out of a drawer next to us. He sawed into my thigh a couple of times, and my screams pushed him over the edge. He came hard, slamming deep up into me, grabbing me with all his strength, and gushing his baby-making juice deep inside me as he clung to me. I’d have held him back, but it was so lovely just being there, in that moment.
I visited a small town in South Carolina today. I needed to stop for supplies, so I found a little mom & pop store. As I was stocking up, I noticed an old man watching me closely. I thought he was trying to make sure I wasn’t stealing, but when I walked up to the counter to pay, he gave me the biggest, lewdest grin I have ever seen.
He introduced himself as Pop, and informed me that he was the boss of that little establishment. He told me that, as the boss, it was his pleasure to offer me the products I needed at no charge, if I could repay him with a favor. I knew what was coming, but I need every dollar I can save. I agreed to the exchange, and he brought me to the back room.
His decrepit old hands were rough and harsh on my clothes and skin. He ripped my clothes in his efforts, and his fingers tore at my skin, those frail old fingernails being as jagged as knife edges. His cock was already hard and proud when he dropped his pants, and it was a lot larger than I would have given this slight man credit for. He forcefully pushed me to my knees, grabbed my head on both sides, and pressed his cock to my mouth until I opened up. Just as quickly as I opened my mouth, his cock found its way straight down my throat. He choked me repeatedly on that massive rod. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and rammed that cock into my pussy while pressing my breasts hard into my chest. I knew I would have bruises when all was said and done, but free food and toiletries and other things were worth it. Right?
Everywhere I have gone, and with everything I have done, torture sex has found its way into every aspect of my life. Hitchhiking along the roads and by-ways of the US, I find myself repeatedly kidnapped and subjugated for hours to days at a time. Stopping in small towns to use the restroom, or to visit the beach or local tourist spots, people grab me at random, drag me off to isolated places, and torture sex is had.
No matter what town I find myself in, no matter how good my intentions are or how much I attempt to protect myself, the outcome is inevitable. Torture sex has basically become a fact of life for me, by this point, and I’m not sure I’ll know what to do with myself if it ever stops. I guess I’ll just have to be a nomad, and spend my life criss-crossing our great country, exploring, and looking for the next tortuous fuck. My pussy is getting all wet and throbby just thinking about it.
With the pipe still shoved in my ass, he called her over to me. He asked her to cut me on my breasts, both sides. She hesitated at first and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her head back. I growled at him through my frustration. He glanced at me and laughed as he told her that if she didn’t adhere to his whims, she’d face a similar treatment. She nodded her head, and he released her. Almost immediately after her release, I felt the bite of steel across my left breast, and I hissed with the pain. Then came the slice across my right breast. He kissed Brandy on the cheek, gently grabbing the knife from her with the act. Before I knew what was going on, he had the knife stabbed beyond the hilt into my stomach. With that final act of violence, he took his dick out and shoved it into me. He fucked me senseless as I bled out down onto his dick and balls, causing my own blood to lubricate his thrusts. The entire time, the pipe in my ass was slowly sliding out of my ass with the force of gravity. He spent himself into my pussy only moments before the pipe hit the ground and my life snuffed out.
I was invited to dinner with a friend last night, and I was so excited to go. Little did I know what sort of dinner it was going to be. When I got there, there was the wonderful aroma of cooking going on in the kitchen, but the strange thing was the dining room. The living room was situated directly across from it, so you could see straight into it from the front door. And, hanging over a plastic-coated table was a naked man. Before I knew what was happening, I was being ushered into the dining room by a masked naked house boy. My friend came in shortly after, and she handed me a blade. The man stared at me in fear, appearing to beg with his eyes. When she crawled on the table and started licking and sucking at his cock, you saw him visibly relax, and I crawled up to help with his balls and ass hole. I realized what was going on the moment it happened. She waited until he was fully erect with a full sack to slice the cock and balls free. The screaming went on for minutes before the blood loss finally knocked him unconscious. We ate his cock and balls, and she explained that the rest of him would be properly butchered and stored for later meals.
I could feel blood oozing from the 8 gashes he’d left on my body, never in the same place. I peeked one eye open just in time to see him taking the pipe back from Brandy. I took a deep breath, because I knew this next bit would be what would get the screams he was looking for. I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself as best I could in the few seconds between that time and the time I heard the pipe slice through the air, landing hard on the fleshy area between my rib cage and my hip on the left side. I shrieked with the pain of that pipe slamming into my innards. He swung it again quickly, striking the other side in about the same place. He hit both sides once more each, then swung lower and hit my hips on each side, then my thighs, drawing stronger screams with each blow.
When he finally stopped, I was heaving tearful wails, struggling to catch my breath. After a minute or 2, I realized nothing else had happened in a while, and I finally mustered up my courage to glance in his direction. He was moving closer, but the smile plastered on his face was ferociously scary. I noticed the pipe was still in his hand, and my worries doubled. My heart started racing faster, and I could literally feel the sweat start to pour from my skin. When he got just in front of me, he took that pipe, and he shoved it into my pussy until it hit bottom, then shoved more, almost like he was trying to force that pipe up through my body from my cervix. I screamed and thrashed, but that only made it worse, so I tried my best to be still and just endure it. He pulled it mostly back out, then pounded it deeper into my pussy, shoving harder. After what felt like another 5 minutes of that insistent, drilling pressure in my pussy, I felt it leave me.
I should have been prepared for it, but I wasn’t. Almost immediately after that was removed from my pussy, I felt it rammed into my ass, and I swear it felt like it went straight up my spine and into my neck, so forceful was his hand. I screamed in frustration and I cried. I looked pleadingly at Brandy, and she mouthed an apology for the pain I was going through, but gave me a thumbs up for taking it like a champ.
TBC
I had an amazing day Sunday. Brandy, a friend of mine from https://fuckaliciousfreaks.com/, called me up and asked me to help her out with a caller. I agreed, because she’s a slammin’ hottie who can fuck like nothing. We usually have a good time.
This time, she tied me up immediately upon my agreement, and then hung me from a hook in her ceiling that I hadn’t really noticed before. Then, he walked in. I recognized him from a few of my own chats. My blood froze in my veins. The metal pipe in his hands did nothing to help matters, and my breath caught. I literally couldn’t breathe for several seconds. Brandy looked me in the eyes and promised she’d take care of me after we were done, and thanked me for helping her out. My eyes pleaded with her to let me out of this, but she winked at me and stepped to the side, out of my line of vision.
When she returned, she was carrying a whip in one hand and a knife in the other. He walked over to her and traded the pipe out for the whip. I closed my eyes and waited. I could literally hear the sound of the whip as it slashed through the air just seconds before I heard and felt the crack of it against my skin. It hit my left breast, gashing it, and I hissed in pain. The whip slashed through the air 7 more times as I gritted my teeth and hummed and grunted with the pain. I knew he enjoyed screams, and I wasn’t ready to grant him that pleasure. When he finally struck that 8th blow, and I heard him sigh, I knew he’d given up on the whip.
TBC
I got dragged into the woods today by a group of teen boys. They ripped my clothes to shreds, and then they took turns kicking and hitting me. They had me on the ground, bruises forming over half of my body, and still they continued to kick me. They picked up sticks and started hitting me with them, and they threw rocks at me Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m still alive.
When they finally all got finished with the beatings, they stuck sticks inside of me. My pussy and my ass are so sore from the sticks and the rocks they pounded me with. Then, they rammed their fingers inside of me, then their fists. Finally, they stuffed their cocks into my pussy and ass, though by that point they were both fairly loose from all of the abuse.
After they came inside of me over and over, they started kicking me again, then left me there. I cleaned up as best I could with what few supplies they left me when they took my backpack. Then, I just lay there and curled up, wishing I could sink into the ground and never come back up.
Ever since I started hitchhiking my way across our amazing country, I’ve had some crazy interesting chats. I’ve been tied up, cut, slapped, punched, choked, kicked, stabbed, shot, strangled, mutilated, and aggressively fucked time and time again. It’s really opened my eyes to the pleasures that can be had through pain and suffering.
I made a new friend the other day, and just today, she told me about one of her sites. https://darkfantasiesphonesex.com/
Apparently, it’s full of girls who live out a man’s deepest, darkest desires on a daily basis. Nothing is taboo, no topics are off limits, and no boundaries can be found anywhere at any time. She told me stories of some of the girls she works with. My adventures paled in comparison to the dark, sadistic pleasures that those ladies have. I have lots of learning to do, and lots of growing too, but I hope one day to find myself on https://darkfantasiesphonesex.com/. Nothing would please me more than knowing that I can fulfill a man’s deepest and most deliciously painful fantasies.