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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.
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