I confess, I am so close to fulfilling my lifelong fantasy of raping, torturing and killing a Catholic nun. Should 40 days and nights transpire without my apprehension, I will capture an Irish priest and do the same, except the rape will be with the square end of a cricket bat instead of my penis. If, after the passage of an additional 40 days and nights, I remain free, I will capture a Mother Superior or even an Irish archbishop or maybe an Irish bishop. It will be very difficult for me ever to capture a cardinal, but it would be sweet if I could.

Pauline The Slut - Part 28: House Party 
 

My husband returned to the house at the end of the second week. He came to the cage, took out his cock and put it between the bars. I took it in my mouth and sucked.  
 

"Therese has gone back to college. She is devastated by your depravity. She has been so lucky to have Beth to help her get through this. They've become best friends. Therese agrees that I have to divorce you." 
 

I stopped sucking "Keep sucking slut unless you want Beth to come up and play with you because that's what will happen if you stop again. Now about the divorce, I'm going to lodge the papers in the Court House on Monday. All going well we should be divorced by the end of next month. Now the last thing is how to tell Donal that his darling mother is slut. I think I'll take a trip up to him next weekend. This is something he shouldn't be told over the phone."  
 

He came in my mouth and I swallowed. He left and went down to Beth. Later that evening I was brought to the bedroom and chained to the end of the bed. I was forced to watch as they made love. If I closed my eyes or turned my head away they threatened to hang me by the nipples for a week. When they finished I cleaned his cock and her cunt and asshole before I was brought back to the cage.  
 

The next morning I was brought to the bathroom and back to the cage. Then they left. No one came home that evening and I spent the night in the cage hungry and depressed. The next morning a Mexican girl arrived, she looked no more than 12 or 13 and was holding a riding crop menacingly. She let me out of the cage to go to the bathroom and then locked me back in with a bowl of food and water.  
 

Again no one came home that night and it was late the next morning when the girl returned. I started to talk to her but she hit me across the ass with the riding crop and said "No talking slut." 

I saw no one but the girl for weeks, my body was dirty and ached from the cramped cage. Then one day she didn't come. By evening I was starving and needed the bathroom badly. Still no one came. Eventually, I had to urinate in the corner of the cage. No one arrived the next day either and again I had to urinate in the corner. I was out of water. 

The next morning my husband and Beth arrived to inform me that I was now divorced. 

 "Oh God, what's that smell" Beth asked, then looked at me as if she suddenly realised what it was. I was sent to the bathroom to shower and told to clean the cage out. When this was done she told me that as I behaved like an animal the cage was going to be put out in the back garden and I could spend my nights there if I wasn't been used. That night I spent my first night outside in the cage.  
 

A few days later Beth arrived in with an engagement ring on her finger. "Looks like Therese and Donal are going to have a new mommy." she laughed. She took me out of the cage and pushed me face down on the garden table, put on a strap-on and fucked my ass. She increased her pace fucking in and out at speed. I was helpless and felt like a rag doll. When she'd finished she had me suck the strap-on before forcing it down my throat. She didn't stop when I started gagging and soon I was struggling for oxygen. I thought she was going to kill me. When I came around after passing out she was gone and I was chained to the cage.  
 

On Friday night, they had a party. I was brought downstairs, naked except for my stilettos. It was complete humiliation. Some of our neighbours were present and some other people we knew as well as friends and work associates of my husband and Beth.  
  

Men and women used me as they wished. I was sucking cocks, one after another, I didn't look up just took the next one as it was put in front of my face. One cock was shoved straight down my throat and I was face fucked violently. I noticed the room going quiet and a crowd gathering around me. Then a massive load of cum flowed into my stomach. "Thanks mom".  
 

I looked up in horror as Donal put his cock back into his trousers. Everyone was laughing and clapping. I crawled away into the study and cried. I lay there for hours until Donal came in and poked me with his foot. "Come on slut, time for bed."  
 

"No Donal, this is wrong. I'm your mother." 
 

"I've seen your videos you fucking slut. Now it's my turn. We can go to my bed or we can go to your chamber. I don't care how I use you."  
 

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of the study. As he brought me through the crowed rooms people where offering him ideas and words of encouragement.  
 

Beth came over and said to him "If she doesn't satisfy you completely let me know and I will help you punish her." 
 

I was brought to his bedroom. There were two cameras set up and he went and switched them on. He took off his clothes. "OK, suck my cock, mom." he demanded.  
 

I didn't move. "What's wrong, it's not like you haven't tasted it already." 
 

"Look, I know the videos don't look good but you've got to believe me your father forced me into this." 
 

"Who gives a shit. I'm going to fuck my mom and when I'm finished I'm going to fuck her ass and if I'm not happy with your effort I'm going to try out that torture chamber. Now suck." 
 

I still didn't move. He grabbed my breast and pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. He then jumped on top of me. I tried to push him off but he was too big and strong. He started to suck on my nipples while his hand drove between my legs.  
 

"No, No. Stop. Please." I begged. 
 

He continued his assault, sucking and biting on my two breasts while he toyed with my cunt. He positioned himself so that his cock was aimed right at my cunt opening. I was thumping his upper body trying to get him to stop but he just started to slap me across the face until I stopped. He them plunged his cock inside me. I cried as he pounded away before turning me over and forcing himself up my ass. He forced me to clean his cock and I was horrified to see his cock get hard again as my tongue worked up and down his penis.  
 

 My son was going to fuck me again. 

My Last Boyfriend

The thing that stuck with me the most was how he'd arrange to having me give him a blowjob. He would usually sit down to watch some hardcore porn movie in the living room with me. His tastes would often veer towards the fetishistic. For a time he was heavily into interracial gangbangs, that's where one blonde buxom bimbo would have to take on five or more well-hung black studs who'd fuck her silly. Then he moved on to facials and bukkake videos which would show some girl serving a number of cocks, only to have them cover her face in semen. He soon developed a particular fondness of a specific German brand of those videos which would also often culminate in the girls getting their cum-drenched faces showered in gallons of fresh piss. He'd have them playing on our TV, letting me hear the sounds of strangers fucking, sucking and cumming while I carefully unzipped his pants and let his cock slip into my mouth, lovingly licking and slurping on his veiny shaft. Soon thereafter he discovered yet another style of hardcore pornography to get him hard and ready. This time the videos added another element to the cumshots, gangbangs and golden showers: the humiliation, degradation and torture of the girl. He'd come so hard watching some young and innocent looking teen get tied up, spanked, hurt and verbally abused to the point of tears and frequently beyond. He savored the moments when she would be called whore, cumbag, cockslut and so on and loved to see those words have an effect on her. But even those videos of hard, merciless fucking and cruel and abusive domination were nothing compared to his favourite taste in porn: rape.

It was the ultimate turn-on for him to witness a young girl be forcefully penetrated, while she squirmed and begged. He loved it when the camera stayed on her face, absorbing every second of her fear, suffering and humiliation. Occasionally he'd mutter something vicious and hateful under his breath, while the screaming and grunting on the screen kept going. I've no doubt, that his words were as much directed to the girl in the video as they were towards me dutifully sucking and pumping his cock.

As his depraved tastes in porn progressed over the months, he'd want me to ask him to do some of those things he so liked to watch to me. It was one of his hang-ups that he'd never say what he liked to do to me. He never actually said things like 'I wanna tie you up and shove my cock down your throat'; 'Let me fuck you into your asshole'; 'I want to see you taste your own cunt juices before I spurt my cum on you'; 'It makes me so hard to treat you like a cheap and dirty slut'

It had to come from me. All the time. You'd think that would give me some kind of power, but that was far from the case. He was very good at manipulating my emotions to the point that I would feel like I was somehow messed up for not begging him to act out all kinds of weird sexual fetishes on me. Worse yet, he made me feel like I was mistreating him or sabotaging my own feelings for him by not asking him to treat me like some filthy gutter trash whore in bed. So that was what I did.

With each new hardcore video that would get into heavy rotation at home, I would soon ask him during some blowjob or handjob on the couch, if he would do that to me, too. Occasionally he'd refuse at first, slightly disgusted by my apparently sick and filthy urges. But instead of feeling like an idiot, I'd feel ashamed, yet even more eager to win his consent. He had me beg for days before he deigned to give me a golden shower, that I so claimed to want. I had to finger myself to orgasm as he splashed my face with piss, to 'convince' him that I really did get off on it. He was just as stubborn during the first few times he ass-fucked me; when he first whipped me or when he started rough-handling me during sex.

please I want to taste myself on your cock.
please stick it up my ass.
please let me be your nasty little girl.
please hit me.
please I need it to hurt.
please say it like you mean it.

The funny thing is, that after a while, it became impossible to seperate his tastes from mine. The faked thrills blended into actual thrills. I slowly grew accustomed to the taste of his sexual fantasies. I took a liking to not just playing but being his fucktoy, his slave, his victim. Before long I found myself acting out his fantasy of me whenever I was home. At work I'd be myself, chit-chatting with my collegues about this problem student or the other, grading papers, preparing lessons and so on. But shortly after I stepped into our home, I would casually slip into my role of kinky little minx daring him to teach me a lesson in humility.

As it turned out, all he was waiting for was a little encouragement. Some reassurance that I was willing to be used for every sordid little fuck fantasy he had set his mind to. Which was why I often found myself tied and bound, my clothes torn off me and his thick prick ramming into me with as much anger as he could summon. All while he beat me and yelled obscenities and abuse into my face untill I was crying, screaming and begging him to stop. It wasn't any good until tears were streaming down my face. Nothing would get him off more than seeing the pain he caused by fucking me.

So one time, as I was babbling incoherently in-between my sobs, pleading with him as he pounded my abused asshole and throwing my head around with every loud slap his hand made when it connected with my face... I felt him move his hand away from my red and pulsing cheeks and to my throat. I could barely control my sobbing breaths. He pushed his cock in a little deeper causing me to moan slightly, then he made me lock eyes with him. He stared into my eyes with a mixture of crazed lust and barely concealed disgust. 'You filthy little whore. Worthless fucking cunt. Do you want me to do it with my cock buried in your slut ass?' he hissed at me. For a moment I was confused, then he began to squeeze my throat, chocking me slowly. I felt a tinge of panic, but before I could form the words to beg him to stop, he was angrily thrusting into me again. 'Now what, you piece of shit whore? This what you dream of? Ending up ass-raped and choked in some guy's basement?' he began using his other hand to really smack me around. I tried to scream but the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me. Except for a dry cough and the involuntary jerking from his thrusts I barely registered anything around me. I knew he was beating me, but the burning in my lungs was quickly drowning out the pain. It was only when he pulled his dick out of my puckered hole, that I remembered him fucking me in the ass. Then his grip suddenly disappeared from my throat. I desperately gasped for air, trying to fill my lungs with the comforting coolness of oxygen. Out of the corner of my eyes I barely noticed him, furiously jerking off and blasting his load all over my face. I was about to cry out my surprise when I felt his veiny prick push into my mouth. 'Lick it clean, bitch. All of it.' he yelled moving his dick back and forth in my mouth. I held back my gag reflex as I tasted myself on his cock. Closing my eyes submissively I moved my tongue around trying to lick every part of his shaft. When he pulled out after a while, his dick had gone half-limp. He stood up straight above me, pointing his penis at my face.

I could tell what was coming and started struggling against my bonds. He chuckled, and suddenly I felt the first gush of piss hit my face, splashing into my mouth, my cheeks and down my hair. I let out an anguished cry which I realised turned him on more. His piss hit me with more force than I had expected and as I was thrashing around beneath him, some of it hit my breasts while some even found its way into my mouth as I screamed. When he was done, and I was well-soaked in cum and urine he stepped down again and started undoing my restraints. 'Your one nasty fucking whore' he said, slapping my breast hard once more for good measure. I cringed and said nothing, which as it turned out was a bad idea. He pulled me down by my hair, forcing me to kneel before him on all fours. 'Lick my feet' he demanded, which I obeyed hesitatingly. He ran his hand down my back, slapping my ass hard while I ran my tongue in between his toes. Unhappy with my performance, he pulled me up some more demanding I use my tongue where it belonged. He turned around and bent over slightly bearing his ass towards me. 'Go on and lick it, you stupid cunt. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole' I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at him, How he dared to treat me like this. I hated him for demanding me to lick his shithole. The anger and humiliation was making me tear up. But I couldn't stand giving him the satisfaction of having made me cry like that, so instead I buried my face in his ass crack and start pushing my tongue into him. He started moaning and cursing excitedly. 'I knew it. You fucking pig. you twisted little slut. You love that.' He took my hand and placed it on his semi-limp cock. 'Jerk me off, you sick fuck.' This was too much. I could barely keep myself from crying. But as I dutifuly licked out his asshole, I used my hand to pump him into another erection.

I felt him getting harder in my hand. Once he was ready, he turned around and pressed my mouth open while slowly jerking off right in front of my face. Then he let his balls sink into my open mouth with obvious pleasure, moaning as he did so. 'Use your tongue, fuckhole.' I obeyed and tried to please him as well as I could, licking and sucking his balls. Tasting the mix of his cum and my juices that had stuck to his pubic hair. Soon he got tired of that as well, and holding my head steady with both his hands he pushed his cock into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. He pulled back a little only to push in deep again, causing me to gag and struggle for air. He didn't seem to care. He pulled out for a second or two only to thrust himself into my mouth again, as soon as I had stopped gagging and coughing. He kept going until he managed to thrust his dick all the way inside and down my throat. 'Better get used to getting your throat fucked like this, whore. I don't think I can be satisfied without making you deepthroat me.' When he pulled out again thick strings of saliva were hanging between the head and my lips. He nodded approvingly then grabbed his belt from the chair. Instinctively, I moved away from him afraid of being hit again. 'Relax. that's not what I'm gonna use the belt for. I want to play a little game with you.' He made a sling out of his belt and put it around my neck. 'I wonder if you can make me cum while I'm choking you. Let's see if you can make me blow my load inside your hole, before you pass out.' With the last words he jerked up his belt, tightening it around my throat and led me to a chair. He sat down, proudly presenting me with his erection and not letting go of the leash choking me. I straddled him with short and hurried breathes and sank down over him, his hard meat urging its way into me. 'I reckon you get a few minutes headstart, before I make use of this' he held the belt up to my face and grinned at me. I started grinding my hips, moving them up and down in hopes of creating enough friction to get him to orgasm. he didn't seem to care. i started to caress my breasts, pinching my nipples and pushing them up so i could lick them. i tried to hide my panic, when he seemed entirely unimpressed, but I could feel him pushing back more and more. I leaned forward, trying to think of something slutty or whorish to whisper into his ear, but I couldn't think of anything. So I simply dropped any pretense and said what I had been thinking all along.

'Please I cannot take it anymore. This is too much. It hurts. Please stop, Baby. I don't want this.' I could feel tears running down my cheeks. My short breaths had turned into pitiful sobs. 'I don't know the safeword anymore, just stop please.' He was starting to thrust into me now. Harder and harder every time. 'Please don't Baby. I'm begging you'. His thrusts had quickly become violent and painful and I howled out in pain with each. We weren't having sex anymore. He was simply fucking me, using me, destroying me.

Then he suddenly pulled hard on the leash, squeezing my throat shut and cried out as his orgasm was about to hit. I struggled desperately for air, flailing my hands about. He thrust into me hard. I hit him, scratched him, desperate for air. He threw his head back, screaming in extasy. I grasped for his arm, trying to get control of the belt. He barely noticed as he kept spurting his cum into me. My eyes were burning, my lungs cramping and he just kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper into me. I buried my fingers into my throat trying to pry the belt off...

...and then I came.

The perfect match

When he saw him the first time in the court of the capital, he was fascinated by her: A slim, elegant woman, with long, well-groomed hair. She always wore feminine and elegant dresses, and despite the cold at this height, she always wore sandals, without stockings. Although she was a descendant of one of the country's traditional families, she led a modest life, had a small car and often went to the market to shop, dressed in jeans and a sweater, and always with modest sandals on her perfect feet. He was fascinated by her appearance and dreamed of her feet and what she would do with them if she were her hostage one day.
And when the cuartel ordered to kidnap her, because her work as a human rights lawyer disturbed the business too much, he took over and was part of the team that entered the room of the small hotel where she slept during their stays in the capital. She was very happy to see that even though it was very cold at night, she was sleeping naked. Once again he was fascinated by her beauty, her long arms and legs, with fine and elegant hands and feet. Her breasts weren't very big, rather small and they hung a little bit. She had big nipples that were obviously raised from the cold. She was chloroformed and tied, rolled into a rug, and taken to the tropics to an isolated house in the country. There it is his turn to take care of her.
Two months have already passed, and from the day of the kidnapping, she remains tied to her wrists and ankles with soft and wide ropes, he himself took care of tying her, he tightened the ropes carefully, so tight so that she always noticed her ties. Her head remains hidden under a red hood, they put a large ball gag her mouth, and her eyelids were closed with black tape. And she was permanently naked all the time. He has explained the situation well to her, all for her safety and to prevent problems with her body and its needs.
Her regularly checks her for binding problems. The ropes with which the wrists and ankles are tied for so long have already irritated the skin there, which is red and chafed. Every movement of her hands and feet should cause her some pain.

Every morning he wakes up naked next to her, they sleep side by side in a bed. Feeling her body firm and warm at night causes him a massive erection, which lasts for a long time. As he begins to gently caress and kiss the woman next to him, she awakens as well. She likes this treatment, she begins to tremble weakly all over her body and when he touches her private lips, she notices that they are very wet. He massages her bound hands, which are swollen and feel cold. His penis seems to explode after a while, and he kneels close to her bound feet and after sucking and licking her toes he rubs his member between them, until he comes.
Then they get up and he brings her to the bathroom. He puts her in the shower, standing her up, which is not easy because she has difficulty staying upright. After removing the hood, he moistens her with warm water and soaps her entire body, cleans and dries it thoroughly. He brings her into the kitchen where she is placed onto a chair, her arms dangling over the back. He takes a rope and ties her hands and feet together, like in a hogtie, to prevent her from moving. He tightens the strings as tightly as possible and she moans into her gag. Then he kisses and caresses her, later getting ready in the bathroom, he showers, dresses, and starts making breakfast. He sits down on the table next to her and removes her gag. She sighs and opens her mouth, he feeds her and gives her to drink, water and coffee. After putting the gag back on, and the hood over her head, he unties her from the chair and brings her back to the bathroom to evacuate. He cleans her private parts carefully, her lips are swollen and moist and when he touches her there she trembles again. She has raised and hardened nipples almost all the time despite the heat here and it is clear that the situation is very hot for her. But until now he has not penetrated her and he is not going to do so, he just has to look at her, tied like this, no more.
During the days, he puts you in hogtie. The first time, when he brought her tied hands tied to her feet, she began to moan rapidly, because her muscles were tightly tensed, something she was not used to. He was cautious, he left a lot of space between her hands and feet and after an hour he untied her. After moving her to another place, he realized that her sheet was wet and it was clear to him: She also likes to be tied in this way! From that day on, the time she had to spend in hogtie has increased hour by hour and her ankles and wrists were brought together closer and closer. Now it is possible for her to stay tied like this all day, from breakfast to dinner, when she unties him. The fingers of her tied hands can now touch her heels with ease. She supports the strong tension in her arms, legs and back for a long time and when she begins to moan, he caresses her and kisses her, gives her to drink and washes her warm body with warm water. So the hours pass, and finally he dedicates himself to her feet, which are swollen, pale and very cold: He gives them a massage and after sucking her fingers he licks them completely with dedication. It is not long until she reaches an orgasm, with strong contractions throughout her body, and he quickly unleashes her. When the strong tension that tortures her body disappears, she stretches her legs and arms with an intense sigh. He prepares her for the night, gives her to eat and drink again, dries the sweat that covers her body and gives her a complete massage, from the feet to the head. She relaxes, stretches and he lies down next to her, embracing her in his arms, they both fall asleep quickly.
She is his perfect match. But how long is their relationship going to last? Nobody knows....;

So I confess that this fantasy came from my head...

Sitting at the end of the block I could see the driveway of the boy's parent's home. It was about two hundred yards down the little street, and I was excited to see the boy peek out from the driveway and walk towards the car. I had brought a small camcorder to record the boy's walk from his house, and also to record the boy telling me out loud that he was going to totally submit to my will twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year, until I see fit to release him from his enslavement.

Just eleven days ago he had been a completely naive, virgin, eighteen year old boy who struck up a conversation with an older man on a random chat site just because he was horny and wanted someone to talk to.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into during that online conversation, stupidly agreeing to come to my front door with his thin body shaven totally hairless to let me use him "however I wanted to." I can still picture the boy pulling that tight black winter hat over his eyes, unknowingly enslaving himself to me. He'd probably thought that the wildest thing he was going to do that night was pull his pants down outside the entrance to my place so I could look him over through the peep-hole. As he found out almost immediately, he was very wrong

Over those ten days the boy was changed permanently. As soon as he had entered my home he was restrained, collared, and very deeply ass-fucked while blinded by the hat with his arms secured tightly with handcuffs behind his back. He was then asked if he consented to what was happening to him while being video recorded to which he responded that he was. As soon as he nodded his consent he was throat-fucked and made to drink piss while kneeling in the shower. For the remainder of those ten long days, the boy was totally restrained, drugged, abused, and manipulated by multiple men, women, and toys.

I had kept the boy blind and deaf the whole time, making the young teen wear a video headset that forced him to watch and listen to a continuous feed of severely degrading and depraved bondage porn. whenever he wasn't blindfolded and being used by anyone, he would be tied up tightly in one of many painful positions, then he would have large rubber dildos and butt-plugs taped tightly in his mouth and perfectly shaved asshole that were meant to choke and gag his throat and keep his asshole stretched wide open.

I saw the boy at the end of the driveway looking around and realized he had no idea what my car looked like, he had been blindfolded the entire time. I waited till he looked back in my direction, then flashed my lights several times.

The boy turned and began walking towards my car slowly. As he walked he hung his head, completely disgraced and feeling totally worthless. I turned on the camcorder and began to film the boy's slow walk. As I filmed my little teenage slave walking towards my car, I narrated.

�This pathetic skinny boy walking towards my car turned eighteen a couple weeks ago. That means he's legally allowed to consent to all kinds of kinky sex. This is the same boy that has appeared in all of the teen slave video I made recently. This morning, I dressed him in tight young girls clothing and put him in very uncomfortable bondage, tying him to the bed in his bedroom at his parents home just before they arrived home from a vacation they had been on since before I even met this boy."

I paused in my narration and zoomed in on the boy's ashamed face.

He had obviously been found by his parents in the tight bondage I'd left him in this morning. The look on his downturned face was a mix of shame, obedience, and fear.

I then continued to narrate the video I was making as I recorded this boy choosing completely voluntarily to contact me again, completely cementing his position as my permanent, live-in slave boy who I could treat however I wanted.

"I gave him the choice of staying with his family, or coming with me. It looks to me like he's chosen to give his life to me, but I'll ask him once he is sitting in the back seat of my car so I can have videotaped evidence that the boy is totally consenting to what I want to do to him. If anyone comes looking for him, all I have to do is show them the video, that's why I've chosen to explain all this on video.�

Finishing my narration, I continued to film the small boy walking closer to my car, the limpness in his body and the shame in which he hung his head conveyed to me that his will and his self-esteem were just about gone. As the boy walked up to my car, I reached back and unlocked the back door. He got inside the car and shut the door.

I noticed that he was wearing sweats, and wondered what exactly had happened in that house over the last few hours. I mentally reminded myself to videotape a full confession of the boy later, explaining exactly what had happened when his parents had gotten home and seen him tied to the bed wearing the tight black shirt that said �Whore� on it and the little white spandex shorts that were probably supposed to be worn by a 14 year old girl playing volleyball. They were stretched so tight around his crotch that his little shaved cock made a large bulge. I wish I could have been there to see the reaction of his mother and father.

For now, I turned the camera to face the boy. He was sitting quietly in the back seat, his head hanging low as he stared down at the floor of my car. I pointed it at him for a few moments without him noticing and filmed the small, thin teenager sitting there cold and scared, then shut it off.

�Boy, I see that you have made the right choice. I hope you know that you are totally my property now, and that all of the perverted, painful, and horrible things that I've been doing to you so far are going to continue for as long as I want. In a few moments I'm actually going to allow you to talk, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to say.�

I grabbed the boy roughly by his neck and squeezed it tightly with one hand while yanking his hair back with the other, forcing him to look me directly in the eye. In this car was the first time he had seen me without a hood covering my face. Looking at him coldly, I spoke firmly and without emotion.

�You are my possession now. I own you. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do, right?

The boy nodded his head up and down, knowing that he wasn't allowed to talk until I told him to.

�I am going to turn on this camcorder and point it at your face. You are going to look directly into it and say your full name, your age, and your parents home address.�

The boy nodded his head up and down as he listened.

�You are then going to say that you consent to become a 24/7 slave to me, and that I permanently own you. You are going to say that you like being tied up and abused by older men, and that you will let any man who wants to abuse your body have full and total access to do whatever they want to you, as long as it's OK with me. You will tell the camera that you want nothing more than to be abused and bound and fucked in your little teenage mouth and that tight little asshole of yours. Do you think you can remember that?�

The boy nodded his head.

I took the camera, pointed it at him, and turned it on. He began to talk, but his head was still bowed in shame. I shushed him, then I put my hand under his chin and raised his face to meet the camcorder head-on. In the camcorder viewfinder you could see his face being lifted gently towards the camcorder by an obviously older and mature man's hairy arm, but nothing more. This was the first time he had been allowed to speak in my presence. His voice was high-pitched and very soft, almost like a young girl's. I nodded and he began to speak.

�My name is Jesse Rogers. I am eighteen years old, and my birthday is March 3rd, 1994. My parents live at 5429 Birmingham street in Royal Oak Michigan.� He paused.

I gave him a very dark and somber look because of the pause, and then I saw tears begin to form in his eyes. It was at this moment that I knew I had total control over this little teen boy. Not wanting him to cry on camera, I smiled at him and saw a calm look enter his face. He began to speak again.

�I give my full consent to become a 24/7 slave to my master, and he now permanently owns me. I enjoy when he ties me up even though it hurts a lot and gets really scary when he blindfolds me, and I love when him and his friends abuse me and choke me and put their cocks into my throat and my asshole. I promise that every man who wants to fuck and abuse my body will be allowed to do whatever they want with me as long as it's OK with my master.�

The boy fell silent. I turned off the camera and put my large hands around the boy's soft neck. As I felt the smoothness of his eighteen year old skin on the palms of my hands, I began squeezing his throat tightly while I looked him in the eyes.

His face began to turn a dark purplish red and he started gasping for air and struggling around on the back seat, terror growing in his eyes. I held his throat tight and yelled loudly at the little teenager who was struggling not to pass out.

�You forgot the best part boy. I'm going to turn on the camera again, and you are going to look right at it and say that you want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible. Say that you want to be bound and fucked hard in your throat and asshole. Tell me that you want men to choke you unconscious while they fuck your shaved little eighteen year old body. Say that you are totally worthless, that you were born to be a slave to a man, and that you will do anything I say.�

I released the boy's neck as he began to lose consciousness and he slumped over in the seat. I leaned over the front seat and slapped the boy hard repeatedly on his cheeks and face until he fully regained consciousness and sat up in the seat. I turned the camera back on and zoomed in on the boy's face, which was now bright red from getting choked almost to the point of blacking out and being slapped so hard over and over. The boy began to speak again in a very submissive, pathetic voice.

�I want nothing more than to be totally abused by as many men as possible.�

I nodded.

�I want to be bound, and then fucked hard in my throat and my asshole.�

I felt my erection growing in my pants.

�I want men to choke me unconscious while they fuck my limp little eighteen year old body. I am totally worthless. I was born to be a slave to a man. I will do anything you say.�

With that, I turned off the camera and took the hood from the front seat. It was a very tight leather hood with only a large mouth-hole. I put it over the boy's head and strapped it tight around his neck, plunging him into the familiar darkness. I took my handcuffs and secured the boy's wrists tightly behind his back, then I took a thick leather dog collar and strapped it tightly around the boy's neck. I leaned down and attached the collar to an O-ring I had installed in the floor of the back seat. I then drove straight for home.

Arriving at my place, I parked and got out of the car, then went around the side and opened the rear door. The boy was curled up in the fetal position with his neck attached tightly to the floor. I reached in and unlatched his collar, then roughly dragged him out of the car. I walked him to my front door, opened it, and led him inside.

I closed the door behind me, and turned to face the boy. He was wearing a sweatsuit, the collar, and the hood which made him look like the perfect example of a helpless young boy. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him roughly towards the basement.

Once we reached the basement room I got behind the boy and pushed him so his face was pressed tightly against the concrete block wall. I tugged his sweatpants down to his ankles and was amazed at what I saw.

The boy was still wearing the little white shorts I had put on him this morning! I reached down into the back of the shorts with one hand and felt my huge butt plug still in his asshole. He must have had in the entire time, so I put my hand around it and slowly began to work it in and out of his cute little bubble butt as he began shake and cry. After moving the plug around in his ass for a moment, I grabbed tightly and pulled hard.

I felt his asshole try desperately to keep the plug in, so I pulled harder until the boy began screaming and I heard a pop as the plug came out of his ass. I pulled it out of the white boy-shorts and threw it in the corner. With my other hand, I reached down into the front of the shorts and grabbed his hairless little cock. He still had the tight cock-ring on his hairless little teenage penis but it had gone kind of soft.

I knew he was still on the two Viagra, so I began to fondle him with my one hand while the other was holding his head tightly against the wall. I could feel his soft little cock getting harder in my hand and I squeezed it tighter and tighter until it was rock hard.

I could hear the boy whimpering through the leather hood, So I leaned in behind him and put my elbow around his throat, holding him tightly against me as I abused his teenage cock. Putting my lips to his ear, I whispered to him.

�It turns me on so much to see how scared you are boy. I am so glad that you chose to become my slave. I can't wait to see how the torture affects you, I'm going to do things to you that you will never forget.�

I felt as the boy's muscles became rigid, and his body began to shake.

�I'm going to choke you now. I'm going to put my hands around your neck and choke you until you are unconcious. Then I'm going to hang you by your collar from the ceiling. I am going to slap your body until you wake up from the pain, and right when you wake up I am going to force feed you the stimulants that I kept you on all week, but I'm going to give you a very high dose. After that, I am going to invite all of my friends over to have a little party. I am going to fuck your throat with a dildo until you can't breathe while my friends take turns fucking your little asshole and shoving toys inside of you.�

The boy was sobbing heavily through the hood, and as he cried I ripped the rest of his clothing off of him. Once he was nude, I unlatched one of his wrists and quickly re-latched it in front of his torso. I grabbed hold of the boy and lifted him a few inches off the ground, then attached the tight handcuffs to the large hook I had in the ceiling.

With the boy hanging by his wrists, I stood behind him and noticed that with the him hanging at this height, my cock lined up perfectly with his ass. The boy was crying loudly through the mask as I stuck my fingers into his mouth and gagged him while gathering up his saliva in my hand. I reached down and coated my hard cock in the teen's saliva, then grabbed him by the hips and slowly pushed myself into his hairless asshole as the boy cried and moaned

Once I was as deep as I could get in the boy, I took one hand and reached around the boy's smooth waist and began masturbating his little shaved cock. The boy was still crying, but I could tell he was becoming more calm. I wanted to make the boy terrified, so I squeezed his cock extremely tight as I began to fuck his asshole as hard as I could. The boy began flailing around and sobbing louder, and as I fucked and groped the teen I took my other hand and brought it up to his neck.

As I fucked the boy brutally, I began to choke him by his throat, stopping his airflow and sending his body into a state of panic. I was getting very close to cumming, so I choked the boy with both hands as tightly as I could and felt his body begin convulsing. As he struggled and shook, I felt his asshole begin to tighten around my cock every time he tried to breathe. As his asshole convulsed around my cock, I felt his body begin to grow limp.

Just as the boy was making his last attempts to breathe, his asshole clenched tightly around my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. I gave the boy's throat a last squeeze and felt his body go slack as I pumped my cum deep into his eighteen year old ass. With the boy unconscious, I slowly pulled out of him, then grabbed a large leather belt and began slapping him all over his body. When he woke up, I wanted every inch of his body to be in excruciating pain, so I spent a good ten minutes whipping the boy's hairless body as it hung from my ceiling.

By the time I was finished, the boy had dark purple welts running up and down his entire body. I took a few pictures of the boy, then went upstairs to print them and put them in the mail to be sent to the boy's parents. Along with the pictures, I had previously written a well though out thank-you note to this boy's mother and father. I read the letter to myself out loud.

�Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,

Thank you so much for raising such wonderful son. He is everything I could ever want in a teenage boy-slave. I have included several photos that I have taken of your son since he left your home to live in my basement and be a fuck-toy for my friends and I. He will be kept in severely painful bondage whenever he isn't having his throat or his asshole fucked, will be permanently collared.

I hope you enjoyed finding him when you arrived home from your vacation. Being tied up in your home was entirely his idea by the way, he didn't know how to tell you his true feelings about his love of submission so he decided it was best if you just found out accidentally.

He is mine now. I am going to abuse your son in every way I can think of. I'm going to put a plastic bag over his head and tape it tightly around his neck, then watch as he struggles to breathe. I'm going to take him to an adult movie theater that I know of, and I'm going to chain him by his arms and legs to a small table, then videotape different men fuck him in his ass until he screams. When he screams, a man will shove his cock deep into your son's throat and hold it there as he gags and slobbers all over it. I am going to attach muscle stimulators to your son's shaved little teenage body and turn the electricity all the way up. I can't wait to see his little body tied tightly to a table, convulsing as the stimulators torture his weak muscles until he can't even stand. I am going to take your son to Mexico with me the next time I go too. I've been wanting to make him fuck different things, and I know some men in Mexico that can help me with that.

Anyway, thanks again for raising the best slave a man could ever want, I will use him well.

Sincerely,

Master

I confess that I like to go on websites like omegle and do the "Omegle Point Game".
I also like to go on the chat section and have fun. Today I went on and there were a large amount of racists. I am EXTREMELY against racism. I decided to let my anger out when me and the other guy both agreed that the person should burn in hell. This was the result:

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Question to discuss:
your girl fucked a nigger..

You: thx
Stranger: Really now?
You: i would like to cut you open and burn your organs
You: while your alive
Stranger: Good for her.
Stranger: I heard they have big dicks.
You: you racist homo
You: awk...
You: we had a bit of different ideas...
Stranger: LEt's make fun of him a little
You: yes
You: but how...
Stranger: Well, it's easy.
Stranger: The fucker is watching rightn ow, unable to talk.
You: yes
Stranger: You can say whatever the hell you want to him!
You: and unable to skip the question
Stranger: Absolutely.
You: ok well
Stranger: Go ahead.
You: i am in a particulat mood where i want to describe a vicious torture/murder
Stranger: Ooo I like those.
You: so with my fucked up-ness, i got this 1
Stranger: Please, by all means, go ahead!
You: so, first I would sedate you with some cloriform. I would then bring you to an abandoned place and tie you down
You: i would then wait until you woke yp
You: up
You: *
Stranger: Please, I would wake him up bitch slapping him!
You: i would then rip off all of your fingernails and toe nails with pliers
You: i would then take a sanding tool and grind your feet down to nubs
You: then I would take your penis and rip the skin off of the head
Stranger: Let me dog have his dick please.
Stranger: my dog*
You: i would then burn his testicals with hydrochloric acid
You: and let strangers dog eat his dick while its stilla ttaahed
You: attached*
You: i would then bust out all of his teeth with a chisle
Stranger: What about hsi eyeballs?
Stranger: his*
You: gata save the vital organs for last
You: want him to live
Stranger: Nice thinking!
You: then shall procede by getting a weed wacker and using it on him
You: mostly on his stomach
You: after that I will take a lighter and burn his armpit
You: (the most sensative aprt of the body)
You: part*
Stranger: I didn't know that...
You: i will do this to both of his armpits until they are bubbling
You: i will then sedate him to the point where he will not move, but will feel everything
You: i will heat a piece of metal until it is orange hot
Stranger: I want his toes...
You: i will put it into his mouth and let it burn
You: but remember we grinded his toes off =\
You: you can have his fingers
Stranger: Oh, gladly!
You: ok i rip off all of his fingers with pliers and give them to stranger
You: and also we coterise the wounds so he won;t die from bleeding out
Stranger: We wouldn't want that!
You: we then pull his hair in small climps out
You: (if you try to pull too large of clumps out it will rip his scalp off)
You: after the hair has been removed it is time to go for the vital orgams
Stranger: finally!
You: make shure he is sedated enough to not move and can still feel pai
You: pain*
You: we must then cut him open
You: we can either go with pain via objects or burning
Stranger: I want to open him up like they do when they perform an autopsy.
You: which would you like?
Stranger: Objects!
Stranger: Sharp objects!
You: that would cause too much bleeding though
You: we want him to suffer through it
You: small incisions is the key to torture
Stranger: Let me carve a word on his chest!
You: please do
Stranger: "Racist"
You: yes
You: also before we cut him open, i want to burn in "i like black people" on his back
Stranger: By all means!
You: so while he is open, we need to insert some sharp objects
You: i'm thinking we should use staples and thumb tacks
Stranger: Staples! Good idea...
Stranger: I have some nails and a hammer, will they do?
You: they won't do much while they are in there, but if he moves at all they will bcut him a lot
You: well you can use those on less vital organs
You: like the bladder and intestines
You: and we will burn the wounds closed
You: so he can suffer
You: i would then like to finish him off
Stranger: I want to nail him on a cross.
You: unless there is something else you want tod o
You: ok perfect
You: we can sew him back yp
You: up
You: and put him on a cross
You: though i want him do burn
You: as the KKK used burning crosses
You: to symbolise that we are not the kkk, we will turn the cross upside down
You: and burn him
Stranger: I was gonna suggest that.
Stranger: To put a KKK white hood on his head.
You: yes
You: i want to staple that hood to his face
Stranger: Please do!
Stranger: I hope the fucker's reading.

There is this girl I hate. I like fantasizing about how I would kidnap her, sew her pussy shut, beat her, dress her up like a bride, and rip her vagina open with my dick from behind, while choking her face with a wedding cake during improvised wedding ceremony. If that's not enough, I think of sewing our marriage rings to her clit and rip them off when it's time to exchange rings. Other times I fantasize how I'd rape her for months, use pain-inducing drugs and all kinds of physycal and mental torture like ripping her hand nails off or surprise-fisting her (virgin!) anus, or leaving her for days of loud white noise in cold dark chamber without food, and every day or two - slowly cut off parts of her while my penis stuck in her ass - one part at a time, until she has no arms, no legs, no eyes and ears, no teeth and tongue, so that she would ethernaly stay in the dark, not able to communicate in any way. And then I would return that meat bag back into society for rehab, so that she always think about me and fear/feel the pain, and shit in her bed until she went insane, while laying in some hospital in complete safety and comfort. I also would invent a tactile sign - a pinch maybe, which I would always use while torturing her, while she is still able to see me and what I'm doing to her, so that later I could come to hospital when she's convinced that everything is over and remind her that I'm still free and more importantly - close by. Among other things, when she hasn't yet been severely tortured, I'd make her do things to other people - raping and assraping a teen girl with a beer bottle (with a cap on), cutting off slices of her face skin and rubbing salt into wounds, assraping a small boy with a hand cut from a girl while chewing his dick and showing him a video of how this girl was tortured, boiling his leg in oil and eating it in front of him while he's dying from hunger, and many other disturbing stuff. And then I would torture her while blaming for selfishness - that she would prefer other people suffering rather than suffer herself, and that if she had properly refused I would have just let innocent people go. This is how I hate this girl. Most of all I hate her for making me think all these things and enjoy torturing her.

Pauline The Slut - Part 14: Tortured

When I returned to the bedroom, my husband and Ellie were missing. "You'll be spending the night with me, slut." Gary said.

He came over to me "Put your hands behind your back." When I did he grabbed my hands and
put handcuffs on me. I struggled to get loose but it was too late. He then put a collar on me and attached a leash to it. He pulled on the leash. "Time for some fun" he said as he
pinched my nipple.

He took a key out of his pocket and brought me to a door at the end of the bedroom. He
opened the door and switched on a light. I screamed in terror when I saw what was inside. I tried to get away but he pulled on the leash dragging me into the room. I was clawing at the collar which was tightening around my throat. I lost my footing and slipped to the
floor. He dragged me to one side of the room, pulled me up on my feet and tied the leash
to a hook on the wall. I tried to reach the hook but it was too high. I screamed for help.

"Scream away slut. The only people who can hear you are your husband and the fuck slave
and they won't help you. Anyway, once I close the door this room will be soundproof."I continued to scream and shout. He went and brought a camera in from the bedroom. He came over and jabbed the electric baton into my breast. "Shut up slut, I'm trying to work here."

My body was rocked by the electric shock. He then jabbed it into my other breast. The
shock drained the fight from me. I hung there defeated.

I watched him set up the camera before he went and closed the door. He then went to a
bench and inspected some items. I looked around the room. It looked like a medieval
torture chamber. There was a wooden stocks and a bed with no mattress or springs against
one wall. Hanging from another wall was a collection of whips, canes and other items I
didn't recognise. There were ropes, straps and cables hanging from the ceiling as well as a large wooden cross.

He lowered the cross from the ceiling. He came over to me and untied the leash from the
wall. He started to drag me over to the cross. I tried to get to the door but he pulled
hard on the leash forcing me back to the cross. He tied the leash to the cross before
spreading my legs and strapping my ankles to each side of the cross. He then unlocked the handcuffs and strapped my wrists to the cross. I was now spread eagled before him. He
removed the leash from my collar and then raised the cross until it was at a level that
gave him full access to my body.

He went back to the bench and returned holding a clamp in his hand. He held it before me examining the jagged teeth. He
then took my left nipple in his other hand. I struggled to get loose when I realised what he was going to do.

"Please don't." I begged. He smiled as he placed the clamp on my nipple. The pain brought a harrowing scream from my
throat. He got another clamp from the bench and went to my other nipple. The pain from the first clamp was still tearing through me when he put the other one on my right nipple. The clamps tore into my nipples.

He then got a third one. Through the pain my mind struggled to understand what he was going to do with that. I looked on in terror as he went between my legs. He rubbed my vagina before pinching my clitoris. I screamed louder as he placed the third clamp on my clitoris. My body was being overloaded by the pain.

He then lowered some cables from the ceiling. My terror increased as he tied one to each of the clamps. He then rotated a handle to raise the cables again. I looked on disbelievingly as the cables tightened and started to pull on the clamps. I watched my nipples and clitoris stretch and strain from the pressure, pain ripping through me as my screams echoed around the room.

He took off his clothes, opened a press, took out a harness and put it on. He then went to the bench and came back with a package. He opened the package and removed a condom covered in spikes. I howled in distress as he put it on his cock. I
struggled against my restraints but it was useless.

He went between my legs and positioned his penis against my vagina. He then took the cables connected to the clamps and
tied them to a ring at the back of harnesses. He gave me a cruel smile before slowly pushing his spike covered cock in to my vagina. I could feel my insides being torn and pierced. As he pushed forward, the cables attached to his harness
pulled on the clamps. The pain increased on my nipples and clitoris with every thrust. I could hear my screams get louder as he quickened his pace.

Each thrust tightened the grip on my clitoris and nipples. By now they were extended upwards from my body in a strange
contorted shape. I saw specks of blood around my nipples. As he plunged harder into me I feared my nipples and clitoris
were going to be torn from my body. As he started to cum I passed out.

When I awoke I was relieved that the torture had stopped and my nipples were still there. My legs had been raised lifting my lower body off the cross. My relief was to be short lived.

I watched as he rolled some sort of machine between my legs. He went back to the bench and returned with a huge plastic
penis. He attached the penis to the machine. He then positioned the machine so that the penis was touching my asshole. I tried to wriggle out of the way but it was useless.

"Please leave me alone." I begged "I can't fit that inside me. I can't take any more."

"Oh you can take lots more. We're only getting started. This is only a baby. Your going to be surprised by the size of
what is going to fit inside you." he laughed.

He came over with a remote control. He pressed a button and the machine started up. The penis pressed against my asshole .
"Stoppp. Please stop. Ahhhhhh...." The penis had pushed inside me. My ass was stretched like never before. It continued
to press further inside me. Then he pressed another button and it started to rotate inside me adding to my pain. It
seemed like I was being ripped open.

As the penis continued to work its way inside me, he lowered two ropes from the ceiling and tied my breasts with them. He then pulled on the ropes extending my breasts unnaturally from my body. He walked to the wall and picked out a cane. It
made an eerie whistling noise as he swung it through the air.

He stood over me and swung the cane from a height caning my extended breasts. He showed no mercy, flogging me with a
sardonic look on his face. I was exhausted from the punishment and my screams which by now had turned to whimpers. All
this time the penis had been moving further inside me. It was now beyond the point of any cock that had been in me.

He pressed another other button and the penis started vibrating inside me. I was ready to burst. The pressure inside me
was immense and the pain was beyond anything I had experienced previously. I passed out again.

Recently posted a story about my girlfriend Bea (Beatrice) and fulfilling fantasies, and whether I could or should full fill Bea's
I was also pointed out the picture I posted was of Sweet Krissy, this is correct, but I have no picture of Bea as was over nearly 30 years since we parted, but to give you all an idea of what she looked like, an honestly she looked the spitting image of Sweet Krissy I have 10-20 pics of Sweet Krissy as they was given to me when someone from Accra in Ghana West Africa did there very best to catfish me. Nah I played there game, but they used the same story as 99% of all cat fishers use.
Now that's been said, lets get back to the story about Bea's fantasy, that was very similar to my fantasy but I kept that quiet when we met up with a group of friends got drunk and all group told there fantasy I came up with a lame fantasy as I didn't want my girlfriend Bea to know we had similar fantasies, we did make our friend Shauny's fantasy become real along with his bran new girlfriend Sammi the morning after was so sore in pussy and ass holes she couldn't walk properly and had to borrow Bea's rubber ring doughnut to sit on, since this event we have repeated the night and what took place a few more times, with Shauny & Sammi, and we have made a similar fantasy come true for, other friends couple, Sara & John. But John wouldn't let Sara take my cock in her ass.

Now I would ask Bea about her Fantasy always after we had had a few drinks, a night out, and when we made love, I would never dare ask her when she was sober, I did once and she nearly tore my head off and there was total silence between us for nearly a week and she asked me to sleep in the spare room, she kept telling me it was just her fantasy she only mentioned it at the meal as she was drunk got excited just like everyone else, did, if I said we had made others fantasies come true, she laughed, said are you complaining.

A few weeks later, I was able to grab the opportunity, to ask Bea again about her Fantasy, and I asked would she like it to come true, hell yes she said, I then gave her a few more drinks and asked her to tell me the whole fantasy, I had the basics from other times, but to get it clear what she fantasised about and would envisage happening, I had to get her ply her with more drink,
I knew she wanted to be grabbed of the streets, kidnapped, and forced to have sex in any hole by a large group of men and perhaps another woman or 2.but I wanted more, as she started to tell me in great detail, I wanted to record what she said, so I sneakily put my phone on record she said taken by forced grabbed thrown into a car, or van in a darkened area as she walked home alone, stripped naked tied up blindfolded and gagged, then forced gang fucked in every hole over and over, then when they had finished using her they would bump her back where they took her from naked with her clothes put in to a carrier bag and thrown out the vehicle a short way away from her but in a well lit area.
I then took her home and fucked her pussy and ass as usual, I got Bea drunk on a few more times each time I asked about her fantasy, each time she got more graphic, added more and more things she fantasised would happen,
I was wondering to myself if I really should try make her fantasy come try, or could I even come close to fulfilling just half of the fantasy, I wasn't sure if I could pull it off. or if I should get help, but who ?
I knew it would take some careful planning, and I had to get complete strangers to pull it off, but I had to make sure she would be safe, maybe I could get the guy's from our group who was there at our nights out meals where fantasies was talked about, there was 8 of us, I decided, to get the guy's together, I knew they would love to have a chance at fucking Bea's holes, we chatted about it in private over a few beers, out the the 8 which included me only 5 was convinced the other 3 thought it was a mad idea, as it was only a fantasy told when she was drunk, only 2 of the guys had actually had there fantasies made real with there girlfriends me and Bea, so that idea was a no go, after a few beers a laugh game of pool we all went home nothing more was mentioned between the group of guys,
a day or so later Shauny called me and asked me to meet him and John, down the local pub, when i got there both had already arrived had lined up a few drinks and had seats in a private both, they was playing pool,
I sat down had a few sips of the beer they had gotten me, and waited for them to finish there game, any way we got to talking and Shauny brought up the idea of Bea's fantasy, and as I had helped and participated in bring there fantasies true, they wanted to help me bring Bea's true, ok I said on one condition its between only us 3, both Shauny and John has said that they had spoken to there girlfriend, Sammi and Sara, and they wanted to be in on what ever we planned, so the planning started, we agreed to all meet up a few days later and this time Sammi and Sara has to be there, I told all what was involved in her fantasy, they questioned me about It as they doubted Bea would be that dirty want that kind of thing, so I played them some of the recordings, I asked both couples why they really wanted to help me, obvious answer from the guys they just wanted to fuck Bea again the girls basically said the same, but added that they was left very sore both of them both could hardly walk properly for about a week, they both worked along side Bea, who was there manager at the travel shop they worked in, and Bea kept laughing, about the way they had to sit on the doughnut things, and kept saying looks like you been fucked in the ass by a horse, and they wanted her to have her fantasy come true, and they wanted to witness her having her ass and pussy torn up left really sore, I thought was a little bit sadistic but I could see there point, especially as be had taken part in making them sore.

so, now we was all together in the planning, we had to work out a rock solid plan of how to pull it off, Sammi came up with the idea of advertising for 10 guys complete stranger, to gangbang an in need girl, on a fetish internet site, one of Sara's brothers and his wife used it to find swinger couple's and parties, they told her about the site and said it catered for gangbang parties, she had looked at this site, and there was venues the men could take there wives girlfriends to to be gangbanged, and you could have the whole gangbang recorded, and all who was involved had to be members, and was vetted, and all venues was made safe for the women or man to be gangbanged, one of the venues was in our area, she would make contact with the venue owner/manager who ever, and we could hopefully meet up with him or her, to see if they could help set things up,
While I was waiting for Sara to make contact I carried on with some other little plans,
we had a few more group nights and a couple more private get togethers this time the 6 of us great sex sessions, all 3 of us guys fucked each others girlfriends, and the 2 girls always left sore, they couldn't understand how Bea took my cock in both her holes but never seemed to walk funny or be sore, as I am not bragging larger longer thicker than normal, both there boy friend are average length John is quite thick a lot thicker than Shauny how has a pencil dick, that some how makes Sammi happy,
Bea is a little worried about Sammi as she believes Sammi has a crush on me, I keep her there is nothing to worry about as I love her with all my heart, and if she didn't want me to fuck another woman I wouldn't, Bea said no it's ok as she likes these sex sessions, she like to see me fuck Sammi's ass and wants to see me fuck it harder, and she wants me fuck Sara's ass to she would persuade John to let me, as he hasn't let me so far, only fuck her pussy,

Sara eventually came back to me about 6 weeks after suggesting contacting the venue, she had arranged a meet with the owner who actually ran the parties, and sorted out memberships vetted people out,

All 5 of us went along to the meeting we talked about what we wanted told him it was a fantasy my girlfriend had, and that it could only happen after she had had a few drinks, and she was not to know it was going to happen, I described in great detail Bea's fantasy, his eye lit up, I certainly can help you out, supply a venue where Bea could be taken and gangbanged and it would be by complete stranger, bar us 5, he then asked what type of men what age group, how many men she fantasised about, if there could be any BDSM, light torture, pussy ass and tit spanking, toys if big , large, or as he described as OMFG size fisting, pussy or as or both single or double fisting, then if the men could DP her make her air tight, DP pussy DP anal, even triple and quadruple penetration then he went on about nipple and pussy clamps, to all our horror he mentioned animals, I had to stop him there that was a definite no go.
We all had to become member join that cost us £15 each not to bad, as there was a bar sauna, hot room, jacuzzi and food at the end of the night, and there was 10 double private rooms in the main building and 20 small chalets onsite that could be used by the participants for over night stays if wanted for a small fee.
Upon joining I was given a form to be completed, saying things that could happen things that was no go band,
Obviously I sat with the other 4 and filled this form in 8-12 guy's plus us 5 between the ages of 25-40, only White males average sized penis's no over weight guys and no muscle bound, all had to shave there penis's as I knew Bea hates pubic hair,
I would allow nipple pinching and twisting no biting, ass spanking but not to hard, no tit slapping or spanking, pussy slappy was ok, the girls made me put that in. blow jobs wanking deep throating gagging, but no coming in her mouth condoms required when fucking her pussy or ass, DP and air tight DP pussy but no DP ass fucking. toys yes, standard size only, could be tied up restrained, and pussy fisted 1 hand only not to deep no whipping no torture at all, no BDSM no face slapping no violence at all, no spitting in mouth lube must be used when ass fucking her, and no animals,
I gave the form back signed and dated, in fact we all signed,
then came the organisers, little bits, he could provide an unmarked black van, but we had to do the kidnapping, he wouldn't get involved in that, he would sort out the room make it look like an old disused office in warehouse, all sounded good so far, and he would book us 3 of the chalets,
Then came 2 crunch conditions the first he and his wife who we had not met but been shown pictures of would be involved, and the 2 girls other than Bea, IE :- Sara and Sammi if they wanted to be there involved they had to be part of the gangbanged, I thought well that's that they will never agree, if the girls did the guys wouldn't, but to my surprise they all jumped at the idea, John said I have 1 condition ok we agree to the girls being part of it but Sara, isn't to get ass fucked , we all agreed, signed shock hands said we be in contact to sort out a date, at that, the organised who's name was Vic by the way and his wife was Dotty, jumped up said I will be back 5 mins, he reappeared with a Calendar and he gave us 6 available dates, and the van would be booked out to us on 1 of those dates, the first 2 was to close and the last but one John and Sara was away on holidays
Then Sammi pointed out that the one date was actually Bea's Birthday, we could do the Friday night, and stay the weekend and if we all enjoyed ourselves have fun on the Saturday , OMG what a Birthday present that would be for Bea, and we would be out on the town getting merry anyway, Vic then said he had some liquid drops that we could put in Bea's drinks, a kind of date rape drug but not exactly one more of a Spainish fly type drug , this one would make her more feel more happy, giggly and sex hormones would kick in to over drive, in other words she be desiring sex and less likely to try fight, he gave me a small bottle told me to only use 3 drops max more could make her feel sick. we all left headed home.
it was all set up ready to go in 2 months time Bea's Birthday,
just had to work out the kidnap part how we was going to work it , so we could pull it off.

To be continued , Will it actually happen Could we pull it off, You will have to wait for the finally