Death wish
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Death Wish
I have always fantasised about being killed.. the story usually goes like this :
? I am young, maybe 15, and I have developed - my large breasts are tipped with big round nipples, and my flat toned stomach leads wonderfully down to my neat pussy, my lips swollen and engorged, clitoris proudly on display. I have been captured and my hands are cuffed behind my back, a ball-gag in my mouth. I am totally nude.
? I am wide-eyed as I am paraded up and down in front of the large crowd. We are in what appears to be a vast underground bunker, far from any other human civilisation, isolated. I see before me a collection of torture devices, ranging from the simple to the extremely elaborate, and I know why I have been brought here. I have heard of this place, I have dreamt of this place, I know I belong here..
? There is silence as my body is inspected- the crowd surround me, and my throat is grabbed as my breasts are pulled and pinched, my pussy smacked and my ass squeezed roughly. I am pushed to my knees and five or six men repeatedly slap my face with their huge penises as I look up at them with a mixture of fear, arousal and deep, deep desire in my eyes..
?? I notice that the crowd are all wearing black masks, covering their faces as a man in a long flowing robe approaches, parting the throng of people gathered around me. The man indicates for the crowd to cease playing with my body, and they all step back..
??? " Welcome to heaven and hell, pleasure and pain, life and death... you will experience things here unimaginable to normal human beings, you will endure exquisite feelings, you will beg to suffer as you discover your true nature and desire, you will yearn to pay the ultimate price...
???? You will not leave this room alive- you will give yourself to us completely, you will be ours, we will play your body like a fine instrument, and then we kill you - you have been chosen ! "
?
? The words leave me reeling in shock- I cannot believe what was just said to me ! Surely this man can't be serious.. my heart is beating fast now, I am really scared, but my pussy is throbbing, making a liar out of me. I don't want to die, I'm only 15, I don't want to be killed really, I just have recurring fantasies of being impaled in front of a huge crowd on a spear, of it being pushed slowly into my lower belly, of me looking down in wonder as I feel the glorious final ecstacy of it piercing my insides, of shouting my thanks as my breasts are whipped, of floating away in the most submissive act possible..
???? I know that what the man says is true though, and fear flashes through me again, but my pussy is soaking now, I've never been so wet, I really need attention.. I'm led to a low table, my handcuffs are removed and I'm instructed to get on all fours- almost immediately I feel a huge cock enter me, sliding in to the hilt, filling me completely- I push back onto it, greedily enjoying the thrusts as it rams into me. All I can do is groan through my gag in pleasure as I feel penises slapping my cheeks again.
?Suddenly my ball-gag is removed and a penis is in my mouth- I'm gagging as it forces its way down my throat, but I open as wide as I can to allow it in as far as possible. My ass is spanked very very hard as I draw close to my first orgasm, and then it hits me and I shake wildly as my face is covered in cum, my pussy filled as well..
????? I feel warm liquid running down my back and through my ass crack, over my pussy and I realise that one of the men is pissing on me- I'm deeply aroused by this humiliating act and I want him to piss on my face, so I turn over and lie on my back, my mouth open and pussy stretched wide from the fucking I've had. More men step forward and I'm being drenched in warm urine- some of them are directing their streams into my pussy, some on my breasts and some into my mouth- I feel like an animal and I adore it....
? " Enough ! " shouts the man in charge and the urinating stops. He helps me to my feet and looks at me. " You have been chosen " he repeats, " do you accept your fate ? "
? My thoughts are different now, it's as if one part of my brain has been shut off and another part opened.. I feel as if I'm in a trance but at the same time as if I have never been as alive as I am right now.. the feelings are so much more intense than my fantasies have been... it's almost like I don't want to be honest with myself, to admit to myself that I want it SO badly, that I've always wanted it, that I need it, that this is the reason I exist, that I HAVE to give myself totally...
????
???????? " Yes " I reply.
?
Death Wish
I have always fantasised
about being killed.. the story usually goes like this :
? I am young, maybe 15, and I have developed -
my large breasts are tipped with big round nipples, and my flat toned stomach
leads wonderfully down to my neat pussy, my lips swollen and engorged, clitoris
proudly on display. I have been captured and my hands are cuffed behind my
back, a ball-gag in my mouth. I am totally nude.
? I am wide-eyed as I am paraded up and down in
front of the large crowd. We are in what appears to be a vast underground
bunker, far from any other human civilisation, isolated. I see before me a
collection of torture devices, ranging from the simple to the extremely
elaborate, and I know why I have been brought here. I have heard of this place,
I have dreamt of this place, I know I belong here..
? There is silence as my body is inspected- the
crowd surround me, and my throat is grabbed as my breasts are pulled and
pinched, my pussy smacked and my ass squeezed roughly. I am pushed to my knees
and five or six men repeatedly slap my face with their huge penises as I look
up at them with a mixture of fear, arousal and deep, deep desire in my eyes..
?? I notice that the crowd are all wearing
black masks, covering their faces as a man in a long flowing robe approaches,
parting the throng of people gathered around me. The man indicates for the
crowd to cease playing with my body, and they all step back..
??? " Welcome to heaven and hell, pleasure
and pain, life and death... you will experience things here unimaginable to
normal human beings, you will endure exquisite feelings, you will beg to suffer
as you discover your true nature and desire, you will yearn to pay the ultimate
price...
???? You will not leave this room alive- you
will give yourself to us completely, you will be ours, we will play your body
like a fine instrument, and then we kill you - you have been chosen ! "
?
? The words leave me reeling in shock- I cannot
believe what was just said to me ! Surely this man can't be serious.. my heart
is beating fast now, I am really scared, but my pussy is throbbing, making a
liar out of me. I don't want to die, I'm only 15, I don't want to be killed really, I just have recurring fantasies
of being impaled in front of a huge crowd on a spear, of it being pushed slowly
into my lower belly, of me looking down in wonder as I feel the glorious final
ecstacy of it piercing my insides, of shouting my thanks as my breasts are
whipped, of floating away in the most submissive act possible..
???? I know that what the man says is true
though, and fear flashes through me again, but my pussy is soaking now, I've
never been so wet, I really need attention.. I'm led to a low table, my
handcuffs are removed and I'm instructed to get on all fours- almost immediately
I feel a huge cock enter me, sliding in to the hilt, filling me completely- I
push back onto it, greedily enjoying the thrusts as it rams into me. All I can
do is groan through my gag in pleasure as I feel penises slapping my cheeks
again.
?Suddenly my ball-gag is removed and a penis is
in my mouth- I'm gagging as it forces its way down my throat, but I open as
wide as I can to allow it in as far as possible. My ass is spanked very very
hard as I draw close to my first orgasm, and then it hits me and I shake wildly
as my face is covered in cum, my pussy filled as well..
????? I feel warm liquid running down my back
and through my ass crack, over my pussy and I realise that one of the men is
pissing on me- I'm deeply aroused by this humiliating act and I want him to
piss on my face, so I turn over and lie on my back, my mouth open and pussy
stretched wide from the fucking I've had. More men step forward and I'm being
drenched in warm urine- some of them are directing their streams into my pussy,
some on my breasts and some into my mouth- I feel like an animal and I adore
it....
? " Enough ! " shouts the man in
charge and the urinating stops. He helps me to my feet and looks at me. "
You have been chosen " he repeats, " do you accept your fate ? "
? My thoughts are different now, it's as if one
part of my brain has been shut off and another part opened.. I feel as if I'm
in a trance but at the same time as if I have never been as alive as I am right
now.. the feelings are so much more intense than my fantasies have been... it's
almost like I don't want to be honest with myself, to admit to myself that I
want it SO badly, that I've always wanted it, that I need it, that this is the
reason I exist, that I HAVE to give myself totally...
????
???????? " Yes " I reply.
?
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I am Death Bringer, Lord of the Berber Cliffs and Master of the Caves of the Dust Sprites. My tale begins several days ago as I, a lone watchman on guard against the evils that lurk when the world sleeps under its white blanket, sat in the aerie looking out over the desolate land now covered in ice. The beast of the five hells was hunting far below me. Why it must lift its leg and spray its foul liquids hither and yon I do not know. The five hells must be more terrible than even I can imagine,...
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Marcoba and I met in tacit silence at the front of the cafeteria. Today he was dressed in a full dinosaur costume, a T-Rex. Chinese teachers gazed at him, with soft warm eyes, lips stretched into smiles, while they stared at me, curiously, some condescendingly. When we sat down to the laowai corner, began our breakfast, a shifty-eyed auntie, sitting nearby, motioned, laughed to her brethren, and mimicked me eating, simultaneously perplexed and amazed that I could use chopsticks. Terrorist...
Andrew’s Story Donnie and Dee Dee made me lie on the bed and watch a little TV while they prepared for dinner. Donnie insisted on taking another shower, though I didn’t for the life of me know why. Come to think of it, she insisted that I take a shower too, not together though. I wanted to get in with her, but she wanted to reset to zero with our relationship and act like we hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out. I’ll never understand women. There is something tremendously domestic...
I was stupid and as a result, I wound up naked and tied to a filthy bed, my ribs making breathing difficult, my eyesight a little off due to the concussion that was making my head scream, and my face was bleeding and beginning to swell. No, I had been stupid yet again and made the head idiot angry. All I wanted was a story. Contacts gotten through my father and his family assured me that the Taliban warlord in Marjah would give me a face-to-face interview, no strings attached. I should have...
Andrew's Story I've got so many balls in the air I wonder when they are all going to fall on my head. My business is going great guns. It's unbelievable what some simple little programming can bring in when applied in the right places. IAM has finally gotten off of the ground. I've built several websites for various people to access: different strokes for different folks. We are getting regular hits from twins all over the country, as well as more than a few male geniuses who are...
Wolf 359 Ajax had drunk too much. The sobriety to realize that fact was gone but his body reminded him anyway with a queasiness in his stomach that required more and more concentration to control. To maintain his respect in the Regent’s eyes, Ajax had matched him cup for cup The Regent had set his cup down and not picked it up. He was engaged with his wives as Ajax looked on. The five of them smiled at him, and cooed words that seemed to please their lord. He chuckled affectionately in low...
By the time I pulled my pants back up and buckled my belt, Mimi was handing me another drink. ‘It looks like you’re empty.’ I took the drink from her. ‘Thanks.’ She took a seat next to me on the sofa and peered at me from above her glass. ‘Bam?’ she asked quietly. I took a gulp from my glass. ‘Yeah, baby?’ She took a moment. ‘Would you do something for me?’ I looked at her. ‘For you, baby? Anything.’ Mimi rose from the sofa and began to make her way toward a door on the other side of the...
This is a continuation of the “Death by Fucking” stories. Due to the nature of the narrative, it is recommended that you have read at least one of those stories in order to be ‘up to speed’ on the situations existing at the outset of this story. Part 1 His Story: We were lying in bed in Deirdre’s hotel room recovering from a bout of mind-blowing liberating sex, at least from my point of view. I had wanted to make slow sensuous love to this woman who had suddenly become the focus of my life....
Donnie’s Story Wednesday I’ve been on the road for four years, on and off. We are home only about half the time, it seems. Maybe I exaggerate a little, but it seems like we are always on the road. And yet, I’ve never been truly lonely till now. And it’s only been three days since I left Deirdre and Andrew. I just can’t seem to concentrate anymore. I feel like I’m going through the motions, and that means my customer isn’t getting his money’s worth. Well we do seem to be making the same...