Back in late August my mom left my dad because of his mental state. He def had something wrong so in September I moved back 3 hours to stay with him to see what I could do as he couldn’t hold a job anymore. He has a habit of like being one of your soap box guys, not the world ending type but he was more like “ the government is out to get me and me and my sons are from a long line of kings who really do own this land and we are your rulers and also aliens are trying to steal our magnetosphere” ya those were his exact points. So I didn’t know what to do to stop it, me being a guy I begged and pleaded, got mad, threatened to leave, etc. I got permission to work from home at my home so I could help but it was trying my patience. There gave me leave up until this new year, aka basically now and I’m writing this as I’m back to my apartment.

Anyways I did walk in on him waving porn one day and straight up jacking off as I guess between my mom leaving and me coming back he had gotten used to no one being around. Well it might be extreme but I figured he was sexually lacking. I’m a guy by the way, and I honestly don’t know what I proposed this but later that day I told him if he just hung around the house and stopped going out and being a madman that I would , potentially let him use my ass. I have never done it before and was straight but I was at my wits end and I’d rather it up my ass the suck on it. He was appalled and left until like 3 hours later he comes asking me if I was serious. I said I was if he stopped doing those things and he said okay. 

Now, I didn’t get a good look at his dick when he was jacking off because he was almost back on, but when I was getting ready to let him I seen he had an over average one. He pulled out the lube he told me he used on my mom’s ass and did his thing with me. He legit took his time, but he was all fingers and lube for the first  few minutes until he was ready to fuck. Let’s just say it was intense and I was not a fan, it didn’t hurt but felt weird. I held out until he nutted and I legit ran to the bathroom.

So I figured it would go this route and hoped it didn’t but it was not a one time thing and he wanted more. Through all of it and by the time I left to come back, I still didn’t love it. I got more used to it and it’s a weird flex but if he was going at a decent pace and wasn’t trying to pound me hard (which he did sometimes) I got so good at taking it up my ass that I could like read a book and focus on that while he was doing it. If he was trying to fuck me hard though that did get intense and I would just put my face into the pillow. Also didn’t need to run to the bathroom right away once I got used to it. He could bust nuts in it and I wouldn’t even feel it other than the lubey wet asshole I had. The cum might of leaked out but I tell you, it felt like he was putting it pretty deep up there.

I yearn for . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences that were had in times long past. Experiences and encounters in locations and venues that were almost always dark, often dingy and always redolent with the smell of sweat, sperm and sleaze . . . with some even having the intoxicating overtone of stale piss.
Those venues might be public toilets – often in parks and always late in the night – or bookshop backrooms – especially those with labyrinthine corridors made built from ply, painted black and featuring small booth-like rooms with vinyl mattresses on the floor or rough-hewn holes carved in walls at the height that a cock may be inserted. Dark warrens lit only by red light so weak you could hardly make out the bodies lurking ominously around the corners, waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for you to walk past very slowly. No words were spoken. No permission sought. Fluids exchanged. When you’d slaked your thirst, you’d leave . . . and, by the time you got to your car – often parked a few blocks away, lest somebody recognise it and tie you to this place – you’d already be thinking that you could easily go back in for another encounter . . . or two . . . or three . . .
Or the location might be a grove of trees or dense shrubs in a park, or on a headland where families picnicked in the day as they admired the view and dreamed that one day they might have their house in such a place . . . indeed YOU might visit this same place the next day with your family and have in the front of your mind other, more prurient thought than your cousins, brothers, sisters . . . yes, and even wives . . . who lay on grass where you know sperm was spilled just the night before. “Come!” you say, beckoning them. “Come with me, let me show you something!” and you entice them through the well-trod tracks to the wind-swept cliff where, not 12 hours before, you emptied your guts into a stranger’s bowels.
And still at other times, the venue might be a sad, old cinema long past its prime, showing a never-ending stream of grainy 8mm porn. The cracked and torn leather of the seats sticking to your bare arse as you thrust your oh-so-very-strong erection upward toward the beckoning hand of the stranger alongside whom you have sat. His jeans rolled up around his ankles – just as yours are. His cock beckoning in the gloom as the gritty and grainy porn flickers on the screen. Both of you sit side-by-side, eyes affixed to the screen, but yet darting the left or right to catch a glimpse of his cock and marvel how it gleams and you wonder how it might taste . . . you reach toward it, his hips thrust upward giving you permission (not that you doubted it would be given) as he sucks in his breath when your fingers enclose the silken, soft skin around the bone-hard shaft that twitches and throbs under the touch of your hand. The skin feels softer, silkier, smoother than yours and you reflect on why it always does. You wonder if yours feel softer, silkier and smoother to all of those who have reached out as you are . . . but soon such thoughts are driven away as other, more compelling and irresistible thoughts erupt behind your eyes and you find yourself leaning over and wondering if (perhaps even hoping that) he will vomit his cock-snot into your mouth.
The best part of this rundown old cinema is the toilet. You head toward the green sign beside the screen, through a concrete-rendered tunnel for a few metres and into a room with a concrete piss-trough and a cubicle or two. There are no doors – at least not any more. There is no ventilation and the stench is overpowering, but you came here for this . . . you crave it . . . you live for it. In the piss-trough are countless fag-ends soaked with the rank, stale piss of dozens of others like you. There is a chain on the old concrete cistern that could flush, but you doubt that chain has been pulled for weeks – or even months. There is a very sad old faggot lying in the trough scooping the butts over his cock and into his mouth. He is, of course, naked and his floppy old cock no longer able to get hard. The skirt he wore lies beneath him but he still has his red stilettos on and he whimpers and begs you to use him as a toilet. You oblige, of course. Why wouldn’t you? And, as you relieve yourself into his pathetic, simpering, ugly face you wonder how long it is going to take until it is you that begs and pleads for exactly what this disgusting old faggot is begging for.
Why are all such places now closed? What has changed that makes them no longer viable businesses? I have tried, over the years, to encourage similar events in my home (post-divorce, sadly), but the atmosphere, the spontaneity, the rank, foul sleaze just cannot be recreated in a garage . . . and anyway, the amount of time spent advertising it, answering stupid questions of people who have no right to ask and sheer effort of preparing the space are simply not warranted for the one or two who do actually arrive.
And so now I yearn . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences I had back then and know that, if I could, I WOULD be that sad old faggot lying in the stench of the cold concrete piss-trough whimpering and simpering for all to use me as little more than what I have become.
“Take your photos!” I would implore. “Piss, Spit, Snot into my open mouth!” I would entreat. “Blow your cock snot deep into my faggot arse!” I would beseech. “No load refused . . . I don’t care!” I would growl in deep, guttural tones that echo the true state of my mind.

Coworker's Last Day

I am laying in bed right now next to my fiance and I have the biggest confession to make. My panties are completely soaked with another man's load.

My co-worker, nicknamed Brian here, had his last week at our office before being transferred to a different location with a manager position overseas to India. Brian and I always got along well, he was very flirty with me, we texted often after hours and things sometimes did go a little far on occasion. Everything we ever talked about was hypothetical like "if you had a hall pass for someone in the office, who would it be?" or "who has the nicest rack/dick/ass".

Tonight we all went out for drinks as a final send off for Brian as he leaves for India tomorrow. I reflected on our hall pass discussion and throughout the night it got brought up again by another co-worker in a light-hearted manner that mentioned Brian never got to use his hall pass. This sort of became the inside joke as the night went on.

About 9PM rolled around and people started clearing out. Brian and I walked out and as we were walking towards our car, I made one last ditch joke about a hall pass. He looked at me and said "there is still time." I giggled as we kept walking. When we got to our cars, he got in his and I hesitated. We've always had an affinity towards each other and I thought.. what the hell.. it'll only be once and not like anyone will know.

I opened the door.. to his passenger side. Got in and said "there still is time." as I reached over and unzipped Brian's pants. Brian's cock was exposed and I leaned over and began to suck it. Getting him nice and hard. Then I undid my top and exposed my tits to him. He fondled them and I continued to go down on him.

I stopped sucking him and pulled back to sit in the passenger seat. Smiling as I wiped away the spit from the corner of my lips and giggled. He reached over and I guided his hands down my pants to feel how turned on I was at this point. His fingers explored my bald pussy lips and made their way inside of me when I moaned. I reached over and grabbed his cock and continued stroking him as he fingered me. I reclined my seat back and took off my pants for him to give more room. He climbed over the center counsel of his car and I spread my legs open wide for him.

He entered inside of me and began pumping. I laid there with my legs up in the air and the back of my heels digging into his butt cheeks as he continued to pound me. I grasped his lower back with my hands and pushed his body closer into mine.

With every thrust I was getting closer and closer to getting off. Then Brian slid his hand down between my legs and started to rub my clit. This sent me over the edge. I was announcing to Brian that I was cumming and not to stop what he was doing. He kept going and told me he was getting close too. I was too close now for him to stop so I pleaded with him to keep going. A few moments later, I came all over his cock. My pussy tightened up as I pulsated against his member inside of me. And next I felt him pulsating back against me as he unloaded into me.

I kissed his lips as I put myself back together. Smiled as I left his car and told him "Have fun in India". As I drove home my phone lit up and there was a message from Brian that said "won't be as fun as this in India." with the video attached.

My wife travels for work, and i confessed to her a few months ago how hot it would be if she ever cheated on me. Well she sent me this last night with the message "about to have some fun."

I was instantly mortified. I never thought she would do something like this, certainly not without my cajoling. Tried to call, but she sent me right to voicemail. Texted her to please not do it, but she thought it was part of what turned me on. She joked that she wouldn't talk to me again until she had his cum inside her.

I texted for like 20 minutes to plead with her to stop. Like half of them were left on read, and she hasn't even checked back since then. Is my marriage over?

*Erotica, all individuals are adult age 18+*She walked home from class past my house every day. She was soo punctual that I could have set my watch to her arrival, I would come outside and fiddle around in the yard about 3:50 because I knew that when would show up at 4. It started as just admiring her body as she walked but a few weeks back I had become braver and started striking up conversations with her and it has now become a daily ritual. I learned her name was Beth, she was 20 and in her sophomore year of college. Over the winter she usually wore a heavy coat and tight jeans that concealed her body but as summer was upon us now she had shed the coat for camis and little shorts or thigh length sundresses. She always loved to tease with her summer outfits as her DD tits were usually on display, bouncing while she walked as her tops struggled to contain her amazing looking breasts. Her hourglass figure shown perfectly going down to a bubble butt ass connected to long legs. Her long blonde hair in a high ponytail would dance around her back while she walked. When she stopped to talk it felt like her blue eyes would pierce my soul and see through whatever bullshit I had brought up in conversation seeing the lust that hid behind my eyes. Usually our conversations were short but the last week they had gotten longer and it felt like she was lingering around just to tease me. I caught her shoe untied yesterday and when it told her she immediately got down on one knee to tie it revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear as her tight little pussy played peekaboo with me while her tits spilled out of her top. I looked at her lustfully trying to hide my gaze as she finished and stood back up. She has the kind of beauty that causes boys to walk in to things and fall over as she struts down the street but lacks the perception of the world around her and the confidence in herself to see what effects her little outfits have on others. Today was different, I had recently bought a van for work and I was cleaning it out to stock it with supplies I needed throughout the day. I had noticed the metal rings bolted to the floor for securing cargo in the back of it, one of the reasons that I had bought the vehicle initially because I was tired of things sliding around while I drove, but my mind had wondered what other uses I could make with them as my mind wondered lustfully about the daily visitor I had. Today I was in and out of it putting things away as she came strolling by. We started our conversation in the usual way exchanging pleasantries when she offered to help get things out of the garage and put them in the van with me. I couldn't refuse and seeing her dress ride up her fantastic ass as she bent over to grab boxes out of the garage then again when she leaned in to the van pushing the boxes to the back drive my desires. Her back was to me as I dabbed some cleaning chemical on a rag and followed her to the Van. She put her load down and when she stood back up she stood on to me. My left arm wrapped around her stomach and the rig in my right hand covered her mouth and nose. She struggled for a moment trying to scream but all that came out were well muffled shrieks. Before her body went limp. I quickly attached a color around her neck locking it in place so it couldn't be removed, a 10 foot chain attached to the collar was then locked to the cargo ring in the back of the van. I had made sure to remove the inside lock slider on the side door and closed it with her laying in back. My heart was racing as I frantically scanned around to see if I had drawn any attention, to my relief I found the street empty.  I climbed in to the drivers seat and drove out in to the boondocks 20 minutes away from my house. I knew the area well as I had come out here many times to relax and enjoy the scenery. I'm my many trips to this spot and hours at a time I had spent here I knew that no one would be around. During the drive I could hear her coming around and shuffle herself as I parked the van and shut it off I looked back to see her rubbing her head and eyes realizing something was around her neck. I got out and went to the side door, opened it up to see her on her ass with her legs bent under her. Her blue eyes looked up pleading at me clearly confused about what was happening. I told her to get out of the van and she stood there in front of me trembling. I looked at her lust filled as the chain dropped over her shoulder as she stood there while I admired her body. She had a confused look in her eyes but clearly realized what was happening as the affects of the chemical cleaner wore off. My hands on her shoulders I played with her dress straps and slid them down her arms her dress dropped down her body to the ground. I pushed her to her knees in front of me feeling slightly guilty about what I was doing to her innocence but I couldn't stop myself. "Scream of you want, no one will hear you. We're not leaving until I'm finished!" I tell her, watching the tears streak down her face. She mumbles something under her breath, to me it sounds like she says good but I can't really make it out for sure. She stares straight forward at my cock bulging against my pants as I grab her hands and place them on my belt "undo my pants and have a closer look" I command. She does, fumbling around with my belt before she unbuttons and unzips my pants. She guides them down my legs, I watch her intently as my cock pops out, she stares her eyes get wide clearly conflicted by the amazement of seeing my cock for the first time as it stands throbbing in front of her and disbelief of what is happening. My hand wraps around her ponytail as I guide her head towards me and I tell her to open her mouth. The head of my cock slides between her lips as the press around me. I can feel her nervousness as it slides in and out of her mouth. She doesn't know exactly what she's doing and it shows as she's just taking her ques from me. I try pushing in deeper with every stroke and as I get about 3/4 of the way in she chokes and puts her hands on my thighs pushing me back as I watch her tits bounce while she coughs around my cock. I guess instinct kicked in at that point as she wrapped her hand around my cock to keep me from pushing in too deep again. Her lips tighten around my cock and I can feel a slight suction. My cock feels rock hard in her grip as she starts working her mouth up and down my shaft on her own, but now she's clearly figured out what I meant when I said we're not leaving until I'm finished but it seems that she hasn't had much practice at giving blowjobs as hers is mediocre at best ans and to me this is only the appetizer of the evening. She works her mouth around my cock as her hand slides up and down the shaft now with vigor and I can feel it throbbing with her touch. I pull back on her ponytail pulling it out of her mouth and I pull her back up to her feet, her perfect naked body standing in front of me as her chest pokes out towards me. My hands on her tits and I fondle her pushing her back I lift her in to the doorway of the van, her feet resting on the step as I push her on to her back. Her legs are spread giving me a view of her tight little pussy, I stroke my cock slowly as I admire the view for a moment before I slide down to my knees to start kissing her thighs. She whimpers and moans as I slowly kiss a path to between her legs and around her little slut. Her body starts to betray her as she rocks herself back and forth gyrating her hips while my tongue teased her. Her moans come in to rythim with her body as my tongue slides up and down from her ass to the tip of her pussy, while I look up at her I see her hands clutching her breasts. My cock twitching between my legs at the sight as my tongue pushes her apart and starts to explore her. I find her clit as I slowly flick it with the tip of my tongue her breath becomes heavy. Her hands on her stomach as she continues to roll her hips bucking again me I feel her body tensing up and releasing as she moans louder with her body shakes. I feel here hands move to my head as my finger starts to slide in her pussy, I feel her contractions around it as I add a second finger, I worked it in but she's tight. Her pussy leaking lubricates my fingers entry in her, her breath becomes labored moans becoming almost constant as I slide my fingers in and out of her. She puts her hands on top of my head pulling me in as she starts violently grinding her pussy against my tongue and starts screaming "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" her pussy clamps down hard on my fingers and juices staring shooting from her pussy as she rolls her hips. I try lapping up ever drop as she comes hard for the first time rolling right in to a hard second orgasm then an even harder third orgasm releasing even more juices every time. Her hands pushing my head back from her pussy as she tries to regain her composure. Her hips still rolling as I kiss the top of her pussy making my way back up her body as my lips land on her nipples my cock slides against her pussy, parting it with my shaft as she pushes back grinding herself against me. She wraps her legs around me and I make my way up to her lips, her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulls me down and we kiss deeply as we continue to tease each other. I know I need to quit for a minute to get the condoms out of the glove box I put there for this occasion but I can't stop myself and she shows no signs of releasing me. Her moans are intoxicating making me loose whatever control I have left as we slide her pussy up and down against My cock.she pushing herself up and I pull back just enough that the head of my cock finally finds her sopping wet pussy entrance the head of my cock starts its journey inward. She has a tightness o hadn't felt in many decades since I was her age as I push myself forward she squeaks with pleasure as she grips my cock tightly and releases it with every inch until I'm as far as I can get inside of her. Slowly, gently I pull out to push back in, her pussy gripping my cock swallowing it before she releases so I can pull back out. Every thrust is met with her pushing back as her legs pull my body in to hers. My pace slowly increasing with her moans, her contractions begging me for more and trying to coax the cum from my body as my hips slap in to her thighs. Her breathing become heavy, labored with my thrusts as she starts to orgasm wildly and I push in harder. Her tits bounce with every thrust and she pulls me down for another kiss before pushing my head towards her breasts, gripping one with my hand while I suck the nipple of the others I continue thrusting in to her. I can't last much longer at this pace as the pressure builds iny balls, she's become a savage begging for my cock to fuck her harder while she orgasms, shooting squirts of juices against my body. I know I shouldn't cum in her but there's nothing I can do to stop myself as she grips my cock, her legs pulling me in and with a final push deep I release myself, squirt after squirting ejects for my cock shooting ropes of cum deep within her as I push in hard moaning. Her eyes looking up at me grow wide as she figures out what I have just done. A worrying look overtakes her face for a moment before she tightens her legs around me and finishes orgasming herself. I pull out and push in her a couple more times as she releases her grip from me. When I finally pull my deflating cock out of her a stream of cum flows out and down on to the van step. Sle lays there looking at me in disbelief of what just happened rubbing her sore used pussy. After a while of rubbing herself and cooking she speaks "this isn't exactly what I had imagined things would go, but I was starting to wonder how long it would take you to get the hint and make a move, I've been trying to tease you for weeks" In disbelief I mutter that it's been hard to resist. She grins at me and says "you can take the chain off of the collar, I'm not going anywhere anyways in the middle of nowhere" she giggles "but I'm keeping the collar." I release her from the chain, we both get dressed. She sits in the front with me on the way back to my house, her hand on my thigh playing with my.cock the whole way home. As we pull in she leans over and gives me a kiss before saying "we should go on another ride again soon. As she gets out her dress comes up showing off her perfect ass, she pulls up her dress for another view before she walks off going home. I go in the house and stroke off another load thinking about everything that just happened and I can't wait to see her again walking back from class tomorrow wondering what she'll be wearing.

I hope the right people can enjoy this story; I won't say what is real and isn't here.

I almost killed my sister by slitting her throat with a knife in the middle of the night.

Me and my siblings would always get into shenanigans at night after everyone else was asleep, but this was definitely different. I remember going upstairs into the kitchen and grabbing a paring knife before sneaking into my sister's room while she was asleep. I gently woke her up and asked if I could try something with her.

She accepted, so had her sit up and I grabbed the back of her head to pull it down, exposing her neck to me. I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it, so I told her to just close her eyes and tell me how it felt before I laid her down across my lap with her head hanging over my legs. I pulled out the knife, held her head in place, exposed her neck to me again, and told her not to move. 

At first I just placed the knife across her neck on the flat side. She said it was cold, and asked what it was. I told her it was a knife, and you could tell she was both nervous and confused. She asked what I was going to do to her, and I responded by asking if she trusted me. She only nodded, so I kept going.

She had these creases that went across her neck, and one was right on top of her little adams apple. I took the blade, flipped it to the sharp side, and gently pressed it there. 

She told me it was sharp, to which I didn't reply. The way the moonlight shining through the window made her pale neck sparkle along with the fact that I had a knife to her throat was more than enough for me to stay silent. I finally spoke and told her to tell me when to stop. She said okay, she would and so I pressed down with the knife until I could see the knife biting into her skin and I was sure it would cut her. 

And then I slid the knife across her skin. Not much, just a few millimeters. She immediately whispered to me it was too sharp several times and I froze. I asked if she was sure and she said yes, it felt like I was cutting into her throat. 

For some reason I told her I wanted to try again and if she told me it was too much I would be done for today. For some crazier reason she still agreed, but you could tell she was nervous now as I watched her swallow with me still pressing the knife to her neck.

So I decided I would press a little harder this time and try to cut slower. Though, I didn't know if I would stop if she asked me to in my head.

I drag the knife slowly across her neck again, adding a little more pressure. I swear I could hear the knife cutting into her skin as I made the slicing motion. She whimpered, almost confirming my actions. I could see her skin being tugged at with the knife's edge.

She whispered for me to stop, practically begging, and for a brief moment I thought about ending her life right there. I could feel the vibrations of her talking through the knife; I wanted nothing more than to cover her mouth with my hand before jamming the knife hard into her neck and just sawing into her throat. I could only imagine what that knife felt like to her.

Her throat was the kind that sticks out from her neck a bunch when she lifts her head up. She would let me choke her/play with her neck, she would look up and swallow for me, and even pretend to play dead whenever I "killed" her, so to have her in front of me in that moment, where I could do everything for real was way too enticing to me.

I wanted to know what her neck looked like on the inside. I wanted to see her adams apple, her trachea, her veins, and all the muscles that made her neck function. But at the same time I knew if I opened her throat to see those, I would kill my sister for sure.

I looked down at her again. She couldn't see my face from the angle I had her, so she wouldn't know if I chose to stop or not until I moved the knife again. She asked me not to cut her, still trying to plead with me, and feeling her neck move while trying to speak without getting cut drove me crazy. I tightened my grip on the blade, carefully covered her mouth, and made one quick slice across her throat.

The knife made a sound that was like quietly ripping paper as I drug it across my sister's neck. She made a muffled gasp, and I watched miniscule beads of blood appear under the knife. I only tried to cut through the skin covering her adams apple. I decided that would be my final decision on if I continued or not. I will never understand why she didn't fight back; I'm guessing fear or not wanting to accidentally get cut deeper.

The cut I made was actually much smaller than I thought. I thought skin was thinner, but I was also afraid of what would happen if I didn't go through with cutting her throat and then got caught if she showed or told anyone. But you could see a thin line of blood and the mark from me holding the knife to her for so long.

At this point she was trembling; and so was I at both the prospect of getting caught if she told on me for holding a knife to her, or going to jail for slitting my sister's throat and possibly beheading her.

I forced her to agree that neither of us would speak of this and that I wouldn't try it again. Of course she accepted these terms and slowly left her room, trying to make sure she wouldn't try anything. I got her to go back to bed.

I took that knife and put it back in the kitchen and snuck back into my room. After a while I was sure she wasnt going to wake anybody up, and I wanted to go back to her room, just say fuck it and kill her, but I think reality was finally sinking in. I also wouldn't be able to play with her neck anymore. So I decided to try to sleep. I couldn't though. Not after that night.

Bree begged me over and over to cum inside her sweet little pussy, she didn't want me to pull out and I joked with her, "I'm going to spray it all over your tits!"
She became angry and yelled at me, "cum in me you fucking asshole, cum in me, please!!!"
I looked into her pleading eyes, she wanted it so bad - so I gave it all to her. I came so hard inside of Bree that she couldn't keep it all inside of her and it cascaded out.
Today she called me up, "get your ass over here."
I thought she just wanted to fuck, and technically she did - but when I walked in the door she held up a pregnancy test.
"Congratulations, daddy."
My heart sunk to the floor, I didn't know what the fuck to think. Bree took off all of her clothing, pulled my pants down and started sucking.
"I've been so fucking horny for you all day, I need you in me... "
I whipped out my phone and was like, "this would make a nice picture," and snapped a shot of her sucking me off.
Again, I came in her pussy and we laid there.
"Should we get married?" I asked.
"Are you asking?"
I was silent for a bit, "Let's go pick a nice ring out for you, and maybe, just maybe I'll ask you."
She slugged me in the shoulder.
"Daddy bred his little slut..."
We fucked again. Find yourselves a woman that is your best friend guys, a woman that will be open to all kinds of things.

Chapter 9
The guards have come to the realization that you enjoy most of the abuse they've been heaping on you. That led them to start searching out more and more depraved ways to torture and use you, in hope of finding your breaking point.
One of them stumbled across the work of Dolcett on the internet and wondered if they could do it to you.
As much as the idea of impaling you on a spit and roasting you alive sounded like fun they decided they have to keep you alive. Too much paperwork if you die. And besides they're having far too much fun torturing you to have it end so soon.
Instead, they decide that they are going to impale you in the spit and roast you but only for half an hour.
There's a company picnic coming up for the 4th of July so it's the perfect time to barbecue you.
The picnic is being held in a clearing in the woods. It's warm and sunny and all the guards are relaxed, drinking, and happy. It would be a wholesome scene except for the naked sissy slut bound to the trees at the edge of the clearing. Standing, spread eagled, wrists and ankles tied to two trees.
The fire pit has been lit. They're just waiting for the fire to burn down and the coals to get hot.
While you're waiting to be "cooked" the warm summer breezes caress your naked, slutty, thicc body. Your nipples have grown hard, and your pathetic little cock is starting to stir too.
As the fire starts to die down your untied and led to the picnic table and told to climb up onto it. On your hands and knees, ass in the air, they start to prepare you for roasting.
Your hair is soaked and tied up. Herbs and onions are shoved into your boipussy. For flavour. An apple is pushed into your mouth. Not so much for flavour but only to make you look a like a roasting piglet.
They make you lay flat on the table and a large, round, stake is laid the length of your body. Ropes soon secure you to it. A wooden Frame is laid across your shoulders and you're soon bound to it as well. Lastly, a thick, long wooden stake is pushed deep into your gaping cunt and attached to the spit.
The entire time they're preparing you the guards talk about you in the 3rd person. They refer to you as "her" sometimes, but usually, "it".
Two burly guards grab each end of the spit and hoist you off the table. It's uncomfortable, but not quite painful. More than anything it's humiliating. You're a piece of meat, yet again, for their amusement. This time quite literally.
The heat hits you immediately when they put the spit in its rack. A small motor is going to rotate you over the fire, just like a fucking animal to be consumed.
It doesn't take long for the heat to start making you dizzy and light headed. It's also turning you on.
The heat licking at your useless cock with each rotation. The guards laughing at you and enjoying the spectacle.
After a few minutes they break out the barbecue sauce and start pouring it all over your limp body. Covering you, head to toe in sticky sweet sauce. A bottle gets shoved up your ass and the sauce pours in to mix with the other ingredients already inside you.
You've lost track of time. You're hoping you don't have to endure too much more. You can feel your cock and balls starting to singe. Your tits are glowing hot. The pain is becoming almost too much to take. Your screams and pleading are muffled by the apple in your mouth. Not that any of them would take pity and offer you relief.
The last thing you remember hearing, before you passed out, is one of them saying "Three more minutes and then we'll take the meat off the fire."
You're awakened by a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. Every inch of your body feels like it's been sunburnt. To make matters worse you're covered in sticky sweet barbecue sauce.
The guards want to get you cleaned up a little before the next stage of the festivities bit there's no hose to spray you down with. Then a brilliant idea emerges.
You're tossed on the ground, still tied to the spit, and the four dogs that have been hanging around are called over. They quickly begin licking the sticky sweet sauce off of you. Their rough tongues dragging across your burnt body is agonizing. Because you're a sick fuck, you like it. You start to moan and wiggle around to give the dogs access to more of you. Especially your pathetic little cock.
A couple of the guards notice what you're doing and start to laugh. They point out to everyone that you're fucking enjoying it. Everyone agrees that you're the most depraved, filthy, amoral, piece of fuck meat they've ever seen. They're excited about it. It means they can do anything to you. No matter how depraved, degrading, disgusting, violent, or taboo.
While they are chatting about what to do next, one of the dogs lifts his leg and starts pissing on you. The hot stream feels scalding on your burnt skin. It splashes across your stomach and chest. Some of it gets up around your neck and you open your mouth, hoping to be able to drink some of it to relieve your incredible thirst.
Everyone has gone silent, watching in amazement. When the second dog starts pissing on your chest you wiggle around to take it in the face. The hot dog piss in your mouth giving you relief from the thirst and a fantastic thrill at being able to be so fucking filthy. It's at that moment that the last 2 dogs start pissing all over your hard, but pathetic, cock. Your moans of pleasure leave the guards, and their wives, laughing and cheering.
Because it's the 4th of July the guards have brought along a bunch of flags, firecrackers and decorations to celebrate the day.
The dogs have licked you clean and lost interest in pissing on you so everyone is looking for a new amusement.
It's time to do some decorating.
You're untied from the spit and another bucket of ice cold water is thrown on your limp body. As you lay there, dazed, aroused, humiliated, you wonder what fucked up thing they could possibly have in mind.
A kick to the ribs gets you on your back. A couple more kicks and you're spread eagle in the grass.
One of the wives has brought a bunch of small flags. The paper ones with a wooden stick. She wants to shove them in your piss hole. The only problem is you've gone limp. It would be much easier if your clit was hard. It only takes her a moment to figure out how to get you hard again. She drops her panties, lifts her dress, squats over your face and starts to piss. It works like a charm. You can't help yourself. You open your slut mouth and drink it all down as quickly as you can. The shame and humiliation does what it was intended to do. Your useless cock is nice and hard again.
With her cunt still firmly pressed to your face she begins sliding the stick of the flag down into your cock. You're so embarrassed and ashamed at how much you're loving this treatment.
She manages to push two more flags into your pisshole. As she hops off your face she tells you to get the fuck up. You're exhausted and hesitant. A quick kick in the head and a slap across the face gets your moving. Your struggle to your feet.
She instructs you to show everyone how patriotic you are and to start waving the flags. Your efforts aren't even close to what she wants and she kicks you in the ass, over and over, making you stumble around, and making your faggot clit wiggle. The laughter from the crowd is so fucking humiliating and you wonder what the fuck is wrong with you that you love it.
That's when someone suggests that they should tun you into a proper flag pole.
Chapter 10

Having grown tired of watching your futile attempts to wave the little flags jammed in your pisshole the wives have decided to turn you into a “proper” flag pole.

A shovel is tossed at your feet and you’re ordered to start digging. They want a hole two feet deep and 3 feet wide. And you had better hurry the fuck up. Your efforts are decent to being but because of all the abuse you’ve endured so far today you start to tire and slow down. A crack of the whip then the sting as it bites into your ass. You dig faster. Another crack and another stripe across your sissy ass. You don’t speed up digging but your clit starts to involuntarily grow. This prompts laughter and ridicule from the guards, and particularly, the women. They can’t believe just how much of a pathetic, pain and abuse craving, sissy slut you really are.

Before too long the hole is complete. She shoves you to your knees at the edge of the hole, facing it. Turning to one of the other wives she says, “Jenn, bring the big flag and pole over here. We’re going to do this up right. Real patriotic.” She shoves you forward, so that you fall into the hole. Because of the size of the hole only your upper body fits. Your ass is in the air, sticking straight up. Completely gaping and exposed.

As she hands over the flagpole Jenn says, “I don’t think it’s going to fit. It’s way to big.” It’s not going to matter if it’s too big or not. One way or another it’s going in your cunt. Lubed, dry. No one cares.

The fat, wooden, flag pole is pushed up against the entrance to your cunt and pressure is slowly applied. It’s starting to work its way in. You do your best to relax and push out, to get the pole in your cunt without too much pain and tearing. It helps, but there is still so much of the huge pole to go.

She starts to lose patience with the progress and starts shoving harder and harder. Your cries for her to please stop are, obviously, ignored and you’re told to shut the fuck up and take it. You’re reminded that you’re only there to entertain them. Your pain doesn’t matter. Besides, she says, your hard clit says you’re enjoying it. She makes you admit you like it. You have to yell, loudly, for everyone to hear, that you like having the flag pole shoved up your ass.

Jenn starts to help. Between the two of them they’re able to force the pole deep into your cunt. Judging by how full you feel, you think there’s about two feet of hard wood up inside you. You’re ashamed of yourself for being proud of how much you can take.

Once it’s firmly in place a flag is attached to pole. It gently unfurls in the breeze. The wind playing with the cloth makes the pole move around in your cunt, pushing it from side to side. It feels like the wind is fucking you.

Your told that you cannot let the flag fall. It’s disrespectful. If it falls you’ll be beaten unconscious.
The group goes back to drinking, snacking and playing games, leaving you there. An object to amuse them.
After about half an hour you notice the dogs are sniffing around you, curious as to why you’re there. Realizing you’re not moving much they conclude you’re not a person and start pissing on you, like they would any tree, bush or shrub. At first they piss on your ass, because the flag pole is a natural place for them to piss. Eventually though they piss on your shoulders, back and face. Because you’re in the hole it’s really convenient for them to piss all over you.
Everyone sees it happening but there’s no way they’re going to stop it. It’s way too funny. Hell, not only are they not going to stop it, they’re going to join in. For the next hour you endure an almost non-stop rain of piss. All over your back and ass, all over the back of your head. In your face. So much in your face. Each time someone pisses in your face you open your mouth and drink in as much as you’re able. You try to be subtle about it so they don’t see you drinking it but eventually you’re caught. It’s decided that if you’re going to do that you might was well be a urinal for them for the rest of the evening. From that point on all of the piss, and theres so much because of all the beer drinking, is aimed at your mouth.
The sun is starting to fade from the sky. The coming darkness signals the next stage of the days festivities. The fireworks display is going to be amazing this year!

Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

My Ex Dumped Me to Go Fight In Ukraine

I know there are a lot of bullshit posts on here regarding confessions - I think I'm just writing all of this to vent.
Back when Russia invaded the Ukraine, I was engaged to a beautiful woman named Nina. Nina was born in the Ukraine, but moved to the USA to go to nursing school after she got out of high school. She was taught English in high school and speaks it very well. I first met her through a mutual friend, and we hit it off. We dated for a good 4 years and were engaged for the last 2 years. We planned on getting married in May of 2022, but Russia decided to invade her homeland.
Looking back at my relationship with her, it was always such a perfect time. We never argued, we were sexually open about our needs, and boy she could satisfy every single need I had.
She was planning on getting of birth control in April so we could fuck to our hearts content on our honeymoon (which was going to be in Cancun Mexico). She wanted to start a family with me, get pregnant as soon as possible.
When Russia invaded, it all changed. She became distant, depressed, anxious. Eventually she sat me down to have a talk.
"I need to do something that will break your heart, and mine. I'm going back to Ukraine to fight and I know you'll want to come with me, but I need to do this on my own, for my people. I'm breaking off our engagement."
I was shocked, it hit me like a ton of bricks and I begged and pleaded with her.
"I do this because I love you, and I don't want you to die," she was stern, cold.
"I'm fucking going with you, I'd rather die next to you than be left here being depressed that my fiance is off fighting in a fucking war, no fucking way, I'm coming."
It was the first time she ever hit me, the slap was hard and my lip split open. Blood trickled down my chin. Tears welled up in her eyes and she got up and walked away.
I didn't have much to say to her when she was packing, I just was stunned that it was all over.
I sat on the couch, and she came and sat down next to me. She kissed me on the lips and we fucked. It was just so odd, like she wanted just one last fuck out of me - and I gave it to her. It was the most aggressive I've ever fucked her, or any woman. I grabbed her throat, slammed my cock in her tight pussy as her legs were wrapped around me. I slapped her, spit in her mouth, and she took every bit of the abuse.
I was so angry I flipped her over doggy style and jammed it in her ass, "since we're not having a kid I might as well just cum in your ass."
She moaned with each and every thrust, her little asshole was tight. I only usually teased it with the head of my cock, but this time I was thrusting all of my dick in her. It hurt her, I could tell.
I pulled her hair, bit her neck and came deep inside her asshole. I left bruises, I left my mark.
She collected herself, got dressed and left.
She texts me every so often. She says she misses me, says she loves me and hopes that I accept her back after the war. I told her I would.
Her occupation in the Ukrainian military is combat field nurse, and supervisor head nurse.
There was a gap when she didn't contact me for a good month, and I figured she probably met some other dude and was fucking him. But she sent me a picture of her wearing a leg brace.
"War is dangerous," was what she wrote me.
It turns out she got shot three times in the leg, it shattered her Tibia and Femur in 2 different places so they had to cut open her leg and get the shards of bone and screw the rest back together. I surely thought that she'd be opting out of the war, but what she said was pretty much that she's addicted to the adrenaline of war.
"You get used to the bodies and the smell eventually. It's like you're not puking every time you see brains and guts splattered all over. You're not puking when you smell burnt flesh after a while either. I guess it's at those times I think of you, when I feel all hope is lost, I think of you. But I also realized that I'm a killer now. I've killed people. I've taken life. Russia is sending idiots here, some are just boys right out of school, young fools. The first time I killed, I cried so hard, the second time I killed my heart raced like I just won the lottery, the third time I killed I smiled. I don't think I'll ever be that sweet girl you wanted to marry... I have nightmares, bad ones of me fucking you and slitting your throat - I wake up in cold sweats, screaming. I never want to hurt you. I love you. The best outcome is me dying here. -Nina"
Of course, I write her back - text her, and email her - sometimes she responds, sometimes she doesn't. She's been gone since April of 2022, fighting in this shitty war. I've asked her if she's met anyone that she's romantically interested in. She didn't respond for a while but then wrote back:
"I'm not fucking any men, if that's what you're asking. Usually I cheat on you with my fingers, but I have found a woman's touch is pretty satisfying too. Yes, I'm fuck buddies with this girl from a small village named Lubny, her husband was killed and we bonded. She cried on my shoulder many nights and eventually for some reason I kissed her and well, I guess I'm now a lesbian. Maybe her and I will fall in love and you can hate me more for hurting you and breaking your heart. I'm a mean bitch, right? I don't mean to hurt you, but I need to see this through. I need to keep fighting for my homeland, just like you would fight for yours."
Eventually I guess the girl she was fucking around with got injured really bad and was shipped to a hospital in Poland. The last message I got from her was, "I miss your dick. I can't stand healing from this leg injury I need to be back on the front lines."
And that was it. I haven't heard from her in about a month. I've checked to see if she was killed a few times but she's still alive, she's just ghosting me.
I keep reflecting back on how we used to be, how we used to fuck - how I'd help her shave her pussy when she'd get out of the shower. How I'd eat her pussy and lick her ass, and how she'd stroke my cock and finger my asshole. I miss her perky little tits bouncing in my face as she would ride me. I miss her perfect round ass and her petite body - then come to find out the fucked up part:
She was offered a modeling position for propaganda and she's doing that now. Anyway, I guess my confession in all of this is: I confess it's time to move on and find someone else. I do love her, I always will love her - but she's so caught up in the war, and it's her life now. Not only that but her coming back to the USA and marrying me... dealing with PTSD and all kinds of shit with her would probably kill our relationship anyway. She's changed as a person. The war seemingly has aged her 10 years. She's cold. I'm mad, sure. Anyway. That's that.
Well, not really. I met another woman who is sweet. I told her about Nina and she understands. This other woman wants to date me full time - we've fooled around. I guess my next move is to tell Nina I've met someone else and wish her luck... but of course that will really hurt for me to do. Nina has obviously moved on with her life, choosing war over me.

Man I fucked up.

So I work as the IT guy at my work. My boss’s wife is an alcoholic, it’s well known that she has issues. She’s in her late 40s or mid 50s, I can’t tell her age but my boss is 58. One day she called the office demanding that I go to their house and fix the computer, my boss and her were arguing and he told me, “Absolutely not, no fucking way.”

So, of course I obeyed him and didn’t go. A few weeks later she calls the office again, demanding that I go over to their house and fix the computer. The secretary transferred the call to my office and his wife was beside herself. I told her I’d have to talk to her husband, who was at a conference out of state.
“Oh, fuck him,” was her response to me wanting to ask him.
I insisted. I got off the phone with her and one of the secretaries was like, “It’s a very bad idea, being alone in the house with her.” Of course stupid me didn’t think about what exactly that meant, at all. I just chalked it up to her being drunk and perhaps acting like a bitch.

I called my boss, he was in a meeting so I texted him telling him what was up.
“Go fix it, but be quick about it.”
Well I’m sure you all know where this is going.

So I the entire situation felt weird to me, awkward. I went over to their house and she answered the door. She’s not bad looking, just not my type at all. She’s blonde, and really doesn’t have curves, flat ass, kind of boring to look at. I like curvy brunettes, they’ve always been a turn on for me. Hell, my wife is a brunette with blue eyes and I find her hot as fuck.
She leads me over to their home computer, “It won’t boot up.”
She’s totally a functioning alcoholic, so I pressed the power button and nothing. The second step is to check to see if it was plugged in, so I looked on the back of the PC to see if the power cable was plugged into the power supply, and sure enough it was. Then I checked the wall outlet. It was unplugged. So I’m on the floor, crawling under their desk and I feel her hand on my ass, her fingers poking at my anus.
I flinched and smacked my head on the bottom of the desk and said a few swear words.
She laughed, “poor baby.”
I just shook my head and plugged the PC back in to the wall outlet.
I got up and she was right in my face, biting her lip, her hand went right down my pants to my dick. I tried backing up, “I’m marred!”
“Me too,” she said, I could smell vodka on her breath.
“Sorry, gotta go.”
“I’ll tell (bosses name) you raped me.”
Her hand was still playing with my limp dick. I went into “logical mode,” and shook my head.
“He’d never believe it.”
She pulled her hand out of my pants, and smiled.
“Remember Josh? He got fired, didn’t he?” She said. Of course I’m changing names in this. No fucking way will I associate any real names.
The person she’s talking about was the head of finance, and one day he just wasn’t there. It was weird, very hush hush.
“You want to keep your job?” She asked, unbuttoning my pants.
“Look, find someone else, I’m not even all that.”
She slid my pants and underwear down and my cock was immediately inside her mouth as she knelt in front of me.
Yeah, my boss’s wife was sucking my dick. Great.
She pulled he top off, and bra. She had smaller breasts, a bit saggy. She stood up, my dick was hard and she pulled her pants down and bent over the desk.
“Well?”
“Um.”
“The fuck you mean ‘um’, put it in me.”
I should have walked out and left, but I didn’t. I parted her ass cheeks and put my hard dick inside her. She began moving back and forth on it, I didn’t even more.
“Oh, that’s nice!” she was moaning.
I’ll have to admit her ass wasn’t flat when she was bent over, and her pussy had some nice flappy lips.
She bounced her ass into my groin with my hard dick in her, I didn’t want to cum, and thought that maybe all she wanted was to get off. We probably fucked doggy for a good 20 minutes, and I think she came – but it was hard to tell, she just moaned a little and seemed a bit wetter.
She stopped and I pulled out. I started pulling my pants up, “Oh no you don’t.”
She took me by the hand to their bedroom, where of course pictures of her and my boss were positioned all over the room on dressers and night stands.
“I have to get going,” I pleaded with her.
She laid on the bed and spread her legs, “come on,” she demanded.
I mounted her, she tried kissing me and I turned away. She took my face in her hands and forced me to kiss her. The taste of alcohol on her tongue, fuck, I can still taste it. I guess I wasn’t fucking her good enough or hard enough, so she got on top. Again, it seemed like she came – moaned a bit, stopped riding me and then smiled and kissed me.
“Don’t you want to cum?” She asked.
“Not really,” I was honest.
“So, I’m ugly?”
I wanted to tell her, “yeah you are.” But I didn’t.
“No, it’s just that I’m married.”
“Dumbass,” she slurred and started sucking my dick and then got back on top.
“Fine,” I said, getting a bit frustrated, and I pushed her over and mounted her again. I fucking slammed into her, and I wasn’t being polite. She looked a bit shocked, like “oh shit!”
I was aggressive, I hit that pussy as hard as I could, she grunted with each of my thrusts.
As soon as I felt I was going to cum, I pulled out and cum shot all over her tits and stomach. I got off her and put my pants back on, “I have to get back to the office.”
I got back to the office and washed my dick off in the washroom.
So, I’m freaking the fuck out. I should have never went over there.
I confess, I fucked my boss's wife because I was afraid I'd lose my job and now I'm a cheater.