They were a fine looking couple, so in love. Ready to start their life together.A holiday wedding, what a novel idea. Too bad they got a flat tire right after the ceremony all dressed in their wedding attire. Of course I stopped to help the newly weds. Well actually I stopped to help myself to the newly weds. her beautiful gown and his fine tux are nothing but tattered shreds laying in a heap on the floor. She is still in her panties and guarder, he is stripped bare. They are in my basement handcuffed and chained and waiting for their fate. I imagine the reception is long since over since the bride and groom never showed up. The smiles are gone, replaced by tear stained cheeks and fear filled eyes. Other then stripping them and holding them captive, I haven’t begun to torture and torment them. That is going to be my New Year Celebration. I have kept them fed these last few days, but other then that they have been kept in the dark. I have spent countless hours out of site fucking my pussy while I listen to them alternate between talks of their love, hopes of escape and contemplating what will become of them. The uncertainty and fear in their voices, the desperation increasing with each passing hour simply serves to make me want to have my way with them sooner then tomorrow. But I will wait patiently and hold them captive until tomorrow night. As soon as the sun goes down I will begin to celebrate a new year and when the clock strikes midnight they will take their last breath together. I will make sure they keep their vows, till death do us part. What a wonderful way to ring in the new year!
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Ass Rape Porn with Cassandra: Candles and Firecrackers
I put on a slutty little outfit to meet my girls at the club. We were having fun, sipping on fruity drinks, getting drunk and dirty dancing. Last thing I remembered was dancing with the bouncer right before closing time. The next thing I remembered was being with my girls tied up on our knees in some dingy living room. There was an alter covered with flowers, candles and a skull. Next too it was a table of sundry candles, dildos, and anal torture devices. Turns out the hot bouncer and some of his friends have a side business in ass rape porn. We were going to be his next stars, even if we did not want to be.
He said he struck gold with us “hot bitches.” He was especially impressed with Shelly whose ass was tattooed to look like a flower in bloom. He bent her over and fucked her first. No lube or anything, just violently shoved his cock in her. Even told her to “squeal like a pig.” His friend was filming him forcing his cock, as well as a ball bat, in her ass. By the time he was done her ass was bleeding and swollen. She was in tears. I felt so helpless.
My next friend got anally fucked with fists, a fire poker, various tools, even a cattle prod. Her ass was so damaged it prolapsed. They made us suck on her prolapsed ass like it was a pacifier. I felt sick to my stomach violating my friend that way. When it was my turn, I thought I would be okay. I mean I have had a lot of cock in my ass, even a lot of foreign objects. But, never have I had a dozen or so candles shoved up my ass. Not only did he turn my ass into a candelabra, he lit them. Hot wax was dripping down my taint, into my cunt and down my thighs. Burning my flesh until the candles snuffed out in my pussy. The hot wax melted my clit and severely burned my ass and pussy lips. The torturing of my ass was all caught on film.
For hours our asses were violated for some underground ass rape porn movies. The last of us to be tortured was Leah. They shoved firecrackers up her ass and lit them. Her ass not only burned, but exploded. Blood, shit and tissue splattered our faces. Shelly threw up. Poor Leah’s ass is forever ruined. And for what? So some tool can beat his meat to ass rape porn? When they were done using our asses for their profit, they dumped our battered bodies in a van and tossed us out like garbage along the side of the road. Leah is still in the hospital. Her ass will never be the same. Mine will go back to normal in a few weeks, but I will have burn scars forever.
Just when I think men cannot get more depraved towards women….
Dreadful Desires
Come into my dark ravine where I have you in my grips. I first slip you a nice cold drink laced with something to make you sleepy. You admire my outfit of leather it seems to form to my body showing every curve, and you burn that imagine into your brain before you drift off to sleep. I peel your clothes they seem to come off so easily, and end up on pile of the floor. I drag your cold lifeless body to a meat hook I have hanging in a dark secluded corner put a ball gag in your mouth and bind your hands with rope, place you in an arm binder so I can just heave you up on the hook. I install your constraining cock cage, believe me there is no extremity left lose on your body. I check the shackles to verify they are tight.
I examine your body turning poking and prodding looking for old scars and defects before I wrap the body in cling film, only leaving openings for your cock, anal hook and mouth. As I move you around you start to waken, struggling to get free. Though you realize you can’t speak and the ropes are too tight. I can sense you feel fear in your covered eyes at the same time you are aroused and intrigued by what is going on and about to happen. Your cock is at confined but seems to be pulsing with every touch I do. I slap your balls as hard as I can, your screams are muffled, your body twitches and turns, you can’t break free. Have you forgotten that you told me this was your fantasy? I grab your balls with dental forceps and twist your screams echo in the darkness. I twist the anal hook stretching out your ass more the pain is extricating and you pass out from the effects I continue with various tasks you seem to come in and out of consciousness whimpering with despair thinking what you have done.
Torture Phone Sex: Beauty Equals Pain
I usually only have male masters. Sin, is the exception. She is a beautiful hot dominant bitch. I can’t help but give in to Sin. I met her years ago at an underground sex club. She was the only female domme there. The rest of us girls were just subbie bitches there to be used and abused by the male patrons. She took a liking to me. I think because I am quite beautiful. I look like a goddess, but I am no stuck up bitch. I know my place. Sin called me last weekend as she wanted me to check out this new female centered S and M club. I was not Sin’s date for the evening; I was her pet.
I wore a diamond encrusted dog collar and crawled into the club on all fours like the dog I am. If I pulled or crawled at a pace too fast for Sin, she took her riding crop to my exposed ass. The club was packed. Lots of beautiful dominant goth goddesses with pretty little subbie pets like me. Sin took me into a private VIP room. The room looked far more inviting than what was about to happen to me. Purple and black crushed velvet disguised the torture room. Sin had me get up on this table and she tied me spread eagle. I was gagged and my hands and feet exposed.
Sin informed me that in medieval times, pretty, painted whores were denailed. I was not familiar with this archaic practice, but I did not like the sound of it. She brought out a tray of torture devices. I saw sharp sewers, hot oil and sulfur, pliers and a host of sharp objects. I was scared. Sin was a dominant bitch, but I was about to meet her sadistic side. She told me I knew better than to show up with painted nails and toes trying to outshine her. She dipped the sewers in the hot sulfur and slid them under my toes and fingernails. The hot sulfur not only loosened the nail from my flesh, it scaled my flesh. My screams had to pierce her ears. The pain was unbearable. I never knew a woman could be so cruel to another woman. I thought I was a pain slut until this moment. Nothing in my S and M world, prepared me for the pain of denailing.
Once my finger and toenails were pliable from the hot sulfur and oil, Sin used the pliers to rip the nails from their root, leaving me with bloody stumps. The pain was unlike anything I had felt before; so excruciating that I passed out a few times. The entire time Sin was denailing my once pretty extremities, she smiled. It was as if she was creating a work of art, her masterpiece to be proud of. Even the air hurt as it touched my exposed fingers and toes. Every tear, every wince, every scream, brought a smile to Sin’s face.
I learned a valuable, painful lesson that night. Never try to be prettier than your Master. My vanity, my pride, my beauty, paid a high price for that lesson. But I will never make that mistake again.
Mhmmmm Ribs…
I have to admit he is a good looking man, but he is such an arrogant fuck that I knew I had to bring him down a notch or two. When he looked at me as if he was irresistible and that I would melt and said “hey baby why don’t you suck this big cock for me?” I knew what I would do. He was going to get his dick sucked all right. I took him back to my place and offered him a drink while I slipped into something more comfortable. When I came out of my room in my leather corset, thigh high spiked black boots and a whip in my hand his jaw hit the floor and his dick damned near busted the zipper out of his pants. When he whipped it out I was impressed, it was quit the cock! He tried to push me to my knees so I could suck that dick but all he got was a good smack from my whip. The look in his eyes told me that he knew he was in trouble. I slapped some handcuffs on his ass with a quickness and shoved him onto the floor before grabbing the two by four and slamming it into his ribs. The sickening sound of his bones cracking made my cunt spew juices down my leg. The sigh of him writhing in pain only spawned my need for more. Dragging him up to a sitting position I hissed in his ear “you want your dick sucked so fucking bad? Well then suck it mother fucker! I shoved his head down and his mouth on to his huge dick making him slobber all over it. I showed no mercy and shoved his head down over and over again making him gag ans choke. Finally I saw the blood and heard the unmistakable sound of a man choking on his own blood. I knew a rib had punctured his lung. taking delight I shoved his head down harder and watched as his mouth filled up with cum and blood before he took his last breath. I came hard then, and licked my lips…”Suck this punk!”
Torture Sex with Blair: A Bad Mommy Gets Punished
Do you enjoy torture sex? My dominant son has been torturing me for years and he gets off knowing I share our sick twisted exploits on phone calls. He said it makes me a victim twice over. A few weeks ago, he found out I had seduced a young boy on the block. I am a hot MILF after all. Apparently my son installed a nanny cam in my bedroom so he knew all the dirty perverted things I let that much younger man do to me.
My payback for being a dirty whore was to have my holes tortured. My son doesn’t like having a slutty mommy who fucks anyone. I think he just doesn’t like me fucking anyone but him and his friends. As he was binding my limbs, he took a cattle prod to my pussy, electrocuting my clit. He looked me right in the eye as he was singeing the flesh from my pussy and said, “You are a dirty P-mommy, you deserve pain, not pleasure.” He added, “If you can’t use it properly, you shouldn’t have it.” Then, he held the cattle prod so hard on my worthless clit that it ripped from my pussy. He laughed as I screamed in pain.
Blood was running down my thighs as my son flipped me over to expose my worthless ass. He shoved a speculum in my asshole, cranked it wide and spit in it. He knew I let that young boy cum in my tight ass and he was so livid he decided to mutilate my ass too. He lit a Churchill cigar, which is a long son of a bitch, and fucked my ass with it, flicking ashes deep inside me. The embers seared my anus. I didn’t think I could hurt anymore when he took the cattle prod and fucked my ass with it. My rectum was on fire. The pain was agonizing, but I knew I deserved it. I knew I was a worthless dirty perverted mommy that needed punished for corrupting young boys. My son then fucked my bloody tortured holes. His cum burned my torn and battered fuck holes. He got off so hard hurting me. That’s all that matters.
Women like me need strong masters to keep us in our place. I am a torture doll. I need punished daily for I am weak. I fornicate. I have dirty thoughts. I am insolent. Would you be my Master too?
Ass Rape Porn with Cassandra: Wanna Play Russian Anal Roulette?
One of my Master’s is obsessed with my ass. He loves rough anal sex, anal torture and anal training. But now, he has decided to pimp my ass out to men for money. Let them stick whatever they want in my ass, no matter how big or dangerous so he can film it. There is a new genre of porn called ass rape porn, and I am his private model. I had to let several guys violate my ass yesterday while he got his jollies watching. One guy was one of the most sadistic fucks I have ever encountered. Fucked my ass with a gun. He called it Russian Anal Roulette. Every time he crammed that gun in my raw rosebud he pulled the trigger. I was crying and so scared. There was one bullet in the gun. He would fuck my ass hard for 5 minutes, pull the trigger, then pull the gun out, make me suck it clean, then spin the cylinder, cram it back in my ass and do it all over again. He did this 5 times. I am lucky, because certainly the 6th time would have snuffed my life out.
He was playing a game of chance with my life and Master let him. He fucked my ass so hard it prolapsed. Master thought this was great for ass rape porn. In fact after my harrowing game of Russian Anal Roulette, he made me fuck that sadistic fuck. Told me his cock could push my ass back inside where it belonged. More men came to fuck the anal whore. Baseball bats, cocks, a gun, dildos, fists, various foreign objects all violated my ass. By the time Master was done filming me being anally tortured, my asshole gaped open so wide you could see China.
I still cannot sit right. I feel like my asshole has been stretched beyond repair. It’s pretty much eviscerated. Bloody, swollen , raw and gaping open. As Master says, the perfect product of ass rape porn. He plans on violating my ass even more next time.
Tracy’s Quest.
Tracy came to me wanting to buy my clothes.
I giggled when he told me what size he was…
Dress size 14, Mine is a size 2.
He is 5’10” 188lbs!!
Such a fucking gross fatty!
He is now on a quest to fit into my clothes.
His first test is to be on a completely liquid diet until he loses 8.5 pounds.
He can do it, if he doesn’t want to be a gross fat fuck any more.
He has to send me pictures of himself on the scale.
He is starting off by purging all that he has eaten today. I want him to take laxatives and only have liquids.
If Tracy eats solid food before I tell him He will be punished.
His cock will be tortured and abused and he will be giving a enema until he is completely cleaned out.
He will be my pretty skinny princess.
Tracy, If You haven’t lost 8.5 pounds I will be very angry.
Your body will take the pain and I will have all the pleasure of beating the fat out of you.
I don’t want a fat slob trying to fit into my clothes.
I am no doctor, but I know how to make you skinny!
Please me Tracy and you will be as slim as me one day, or you will suffer.
Dinner is ready
Do you like my table setting? I have tried it a few times but these stupid sluts start to cry as the wick gets hotter and starts to burn closer to their skin. As if. They are just scared little bitches. Worthless in my eyes. They don’t need to eat. They can suck on the candle wax. I set my Holiday table like this because well, Its the holidays and I don’t want to end up fat and ugly like this bitch. I eat until I am full.
But this bitch. She doesn’t get to eat food. She gets to eat me. She has to lick my pussy until I come all over her face. If during that time I have to use the bathroom. I just go on her. If she doesn’t get me off Ill just kick her with my heels until she does. Ill take the melted wax off by ripping it off her skin. hopefully there will be some pain and blood!! Oh… Its time for her meal!
Domination Phone Sex with Cassandra: Holiday Slaves
My master had me and another one of his slaves over for an early Thanksgiving dinner. We thought we were going to be having dinner with him. He had other plans. There were other men there from his office. He was having an early holiday party/Thanksgiving dinner. We were there as slaves in every sense of the word. After I served everyone dinner, I had to be the centerpiece on the table. At first I thought this was not any big deal. Lay there naked and look pretty. I was there for the men to use. Some fucked me while the others ate. I was both an appetizer and desert to some of his guests. To others I was a toilet. They would piss in my mouth and then put the ball gag back in my mouth so I could not spit out the piss. Some used me as a garbage disposal. Cleaning their plates off in my mouth, forcing me to eat what they didn’t want. A few even shoved turkey bones up my cunt.
My fellow slave suffered the same humiliation at the other table. After dinner, the men were more drunk and twisted. One guy said we were dirty birds and should be stuffed accordingly. They stuffed us first with cocks. Then with fists. A few stuffed us with kitchen cutlery. Master, however, stuffed us with fire pokers. Hot ones too. It felt like the inside of my pussy was being branded. In fact, Master said now everyone would know I belonged to him. He branded my worthless cervix. The pain was excruciating. Master is normally not this dominate, but I think he was putting on a show for his friends. Trying to look like a total bad ass.
My fellow slave got branded up her worthless ass. She called him out. I know better than to talk back to a Master. I had to pay for her disobedience. We got the crap beat out us. All the guys got to throw a punch to our faces and bellies. We were covered in bruises and blood. We were slumped on the floor when they started pissing on us too. I was only half lucid, but I remember what came next. Master had a few guys drag us to the back yard, naked in the cold. He threw us together in a coffin and buried us in the back yard like a little boy buries a jar of pennies. We were together, scared, cold, in pain, in that coffin for a day before Master dug us up. I was grateful to be alive. My fellow slave was not so lucky. I wanted to be sad, but she was weak. She did not know how to be a good slave. If you are my master, I promise I will never talk back. You can do whatever you want to me and I will never complain. Good slaves are meant to be abused not heard.