Sex Without Pain is Like Food Without Taste

I pulled the 9mm from the small of my back and held it to his left side as I escorted him to the back of his patrol car. I removed his set of cuffs and used a pair to handcuff his hands behind his back. I then ordered him into the backseat of his car.

I was now in the driver’s seat. I was the one in control. I got behind the wheel of his car and drove away from the scene.

“Where in the hell are you taking me?” he demanded in a violent voice.
“Oh, we are just going for a little drive. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

“If you are trying to kidnap me, you’ll never get away with it. You’ll get put in jail for a very long time.”

He continued to rant on and on without my interruption. I decided to let him get it all out of his system before we got where we were going. He continued to talk as I drove down several deserted roads. When I was sure we were alone, and no other cars in site, I pulled off the road into a pasture.

“I know where we’re at. You’ll never get away with this.”

When I opened the back door to the squad car, he began begging me not to kill him.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you yet. I just don’t want you to see where we’re going.”

I used a piece of duct tape and place it over his eyes. I knew it was going to hurt like hell when I pulled it off, but that was going to be a part of the fun I was going to have with him later. I then pulled a ski hat down over his eyes to make sure he couldn’t see anything but could still easily breathe. After all, I wanted my prize fresh and in good shape for what was to come.

I drove around for several more miles, even in circles a couple of times to confuse him to where we might be going. I finally pulled into the old farmhouse that was once owned by my parents. After their death, I began living alone in the house, reconstructing two rooms into one huge room until it look like a dark dungeon. I had painted all the walls and ceilings black and hung chains, cuffs, and swings from beams above black painted concrete floors. Mounted on the walls and on shelves were whips, paddles, and other devices used for torture. The only light in the room came from a large screen TV that played violent porn non-stop. I was hooked on watching the way their faces looked when they were being violated.

Even though my prize was cuffed in the backseat of his patrol car, he was big and strong enough to cause me some problems when trying to bring him into the house. At first, I thought about drugging him in some way, but decided I wanted him fully awake so he could experience all the feelings of being alive.

I held the gun to his head and instructed him to get out of the backseat. “Now listen. If you don’t do what I say, I’m going to shoot you right now,” I said holding the gun firmly against his temple. “I’ve done this before. So don’t make any quick moves, because I can kill you.” I then snapped my fingers, “Just like that and you’re gone forever!”

I wanted to dominate him, control him, and own him like a slave.

I led him down a short walkway to the front door, using one hand to hold the gun at his temple and the other hand on the cuffs behind his back.

He began begging again, “You don’t have to hurt me; I’m not going to fight with you.” He continued to try to reason with me as I pulled him through the door into a scary scene. I whispered into his ear, “I’ll show you things you won’t believe. You’ll enjoy staying here with me.”

I had changed completely, transforming into something evil. When I ripped the tape from over his eyes, he let out a panicked scream. He looked around the room and then directly at me. I must have looked like the devil, pure and simple. He was frozen with fear. Before he could run, I looped a chain that was swinging freely from the ceiling around the cuffs and then locked the chain in place. I then cut away all his clothing and threw them in a pile in one corner, leaving him completely nude. I forced him to spread his legs wide enough until each one was securely placed in a leg iron.

He was at my complete mercy. “You’re going to stay with me forever.”

I undid the handcuffs and forced him to lift his hands over his head, which he did. Then I used a leather strap to tie his wrist to a bar that was suspended in the air. I could feel him trembling as I touch the muscles in his arms and chest. I wanted to degrade him, make him feel less than human, so I put a pair of black leather pumps, a bra, and pair of women’s lace panties on him. I then used bright ruby red lipstick to apply to his lips.

“You look so sexy and beautiful,” I whispered into his ear. I grabbed his ass check with one hand and squeezed hard as I kissed him full and hard on the lips as I held a knife to his chest.

He knew I was building up to something, and cold sense that something horrible was about to happen. I gave him one last smile before I pick up a whip from a corner shelf and began hitting him across his chest and then his ass. He let out a shriek cry for help, but that only made me hit him more and harder. I picked up a paddle and began smacking him across his ass until it had become beet red. It was then that I looked down and noticed his cock was rock hard.

“Oh my. It looks like someone is getting excited,” I said reaching down and grabbing hold of his rock hard cock. I began squeezing and massaging his cock roughly in my hands. I thought he was going to shoot his entire load when I reach up and violently twisted one of his nipples in my other hand.

“Don’t loose your load or I’m going cut off your penis and eat it for my lunch,”

I left him hanging in the air as I placed an even more violent pornographic movie on the big screen that featured other naked people being hung up in the air as he was. It played in the background as I began to think of ways to torture my boy toy. I left him watching the porn while I began melting a pot of wax.

I smoked a blunt to help ease the pain of my headache, and to enhance the feelings of what I was about to experience. Full control. It was time to continue.

I had left him hanging in the air, wondering if I would ever return to continue my torture. I could hear his cries from the other room as he begged me to let him down. The wax in the double boiler had become a streaming pot of hot liquid. I removed it from the stove and sat it close enough that he could easily see what was inside. He once again began his begging, “Please don’t kill me. I have family and friends. I don’t want to die. Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want. Please let me down.”

“I don’t want to kill you or anyone, but I’m not through with you yet. I just want to torture you for my own private pleasure.” I could see in his eyes how frightened he was and this excited me tremendously.

I then slowly picked up a straight razor, its steel blade gleaming, and ran the razors edge across his chest. Red droplets as fine as lace appeared and then rolled down his chest. He let out shallow hysterical, exhausted sobs. I picked up the still streaming hot wax and then began slowly dumping it over the area where I had exposed his pink inner flesh. He let out a scream as if someone had struck him hard in the belly. I continued pouring the wax down over his chest and let it flow down between his legs in a stream of warm wax, allowing it to coat portions of his genitals. The wax hardened around his chest, stopping the bleeding from the wound I had inflicted.

“I hate you, you fucking nasty bitch!!!” He shouted loudly and then spit in my direction.

If only he knew how many men had been where he was now hanging. I blame men for everything. Everything evil that has happened in this world has happened because of men. Still I couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so beautiful. But I knew he was the type that would never be interested in someone like me. If only someone like him would love me, and spend time with me just lying around in each others arms. But I knew he couldn’t stand me. It forced me to want to do unspeakable acts upon his body.

“You’ve been a bad boy Mr. Officer. A very ba-a-dd boy.” As punishment, I began beating him with a belt leaving huge marks across his chest, abdomen, genitals, arms, legs, hands, and feet. I received great pleasure watching his face cry out in agony. When I tired of the beating, I picked up pins from small box and began sticking them into various parts of his body. I wanted him to remember this experience for the rest of his life.

I removed the wax soaked bra and placed clothespins on his nipples and then several on cock and ball sack. His first, middle, and last name was all the same – pain. When cries became silent and turned to pleads of forgiveness, I creased my torture. I wanted to show him comfort and that I wasn’t a bad person. “Tell me that you like what I’m doing. Tell you want more. Tell me you want to stay with me forever.” I wanted to brainwash him into believing he wanted to be with me until his dieing day. We would only have each other.

“Please I’ll do anything you want. I’ll never leave you. I’ll love you forever.”

I removed the harden wax soaked panties by cutting them loose from the side. His semi-hard cock flopped out, as he remained hanging in the air. I eagerly took him in my mouth and began showing him pleasures he had never felt before. I licked his cock up and down like a pony sucking on a salt block. His honey-colored hips and buttocks were tense which made his muscles stand out as I held onto him. He was all mine.

I reached over to one of the shelves and picked up a jar of Vaseline. I opened it and stuck my hand into the cool, gooey gel. To calm him, I stroked his cock gently in my other hand. I found his bottom and quickly pushed my finger into the opening. He let out a yelp of fear, yet pleasure as he squeezed his hole tight against my entrance. I pushed harder as he slowly began to open. As his ass opened wider to me, I slipped in a second finger, stretching him even more. He fought it at first, but soon gave way to its pleasurable, relaxed feeling.

The more carefully and precisely I had administered caresses and affections, the more inflamed he had become with desire. I wanted to fulfill all his exotic appetites with the most varied of pleasures. Desperately seeking to escape, yet mesmerized by the visions of what was to come.

“That’s a good boy. Do as you are told and you’ll never want to leave.” He nodded in compliance. I was secure in the fact that I thought I had complete control of him and his mind. I stepped behind him and removed the leather strap that was keeping him suspended in the air. He let out a cry of agony as his arms dropped. I removed the cuffs and then the leg irons. He stood there silently, trying to catch his breath and recover from the intense feelings he was experiencing.
Without warning, he lunged forward at me, knocking me down with a violent crash. It sent me flying back against a small cot that laid on the floor in one corner.

“So you think you’re in fucking control!?! Wrong! I am a law enforcement officer, so I have control at all times!” He screamed violently at me as he pinned my arms down to the cot. He was much stronger than I was and able to control my body with little ease. “Now it’s my fucking turn and I’m going to rape you until you scream. Do you fucking understand you fucking cunt?!!!”

He picked up a pair of scissors that sat on a corner shelf and began cutting away my clothing. Not caring if he occasionally knick my body, causing small beads of blood to rise to the skin. He looked long and hard at body, staring at my long batting eyelashes, and my perky breast that screamed to be touched. He wanted me more than he had ever wanted any other woman. He ran his hands roughly over my long shapely legs, scraping his fingernails across my body as he came upward towards my vaginal opening. He inserted one of his fingers and began bringing my wetness to the outer opening of my vagina.

“You fucking bastard! Let me up!” I screamed in a loud voice. He began repeatedly slapping me across the face until a small amount of blood oozed from the corner of my mouth. He then leaned down on me and began biting my nipples making pain sensations rush throughout my body. He placed his knee between my legs and shoved them apart easily, even as I protested against him. I pushed and screamed at him to get off me, but he continued his relentless attack against me.

“So you like fucking with people? Well now it’s my turn to fuck you!”

His ridged hard cock split open my vagina lips, and he rammed his cock all the way to the back wall of my cunt in one quick motion. My inner cunt muscles grabbed hold of his cock with such strength that is almost caused him to loose all the fluids that had been building up for the past several hours. He felt extremely huge inside of me, stretching my walls to their limit. I continued trying to push him off me as he entered me again and again with such force that I felt like I was being split in two.

Just as violently as he had entered me, he flipped me over with ease and enter me doggie style. He grabbed the back of my hair, pulling it with enough force to bring tears to my eyes. “Beg for me to stop!” he shouted between thrust. “How do you feel being raped? Violated? Made to feel like an animal?” I didn’t know what to say to him or how to respond other than to call him names, like a fucking pig, bastard, dog that he was.

He slapped me hard across my ass tuning it a deep shade of red. “I want you to feel as much pain as I felt.” He picked up a large anal dildo from among one of the many varieties that sat along side each other in a box. He lubed up the tip of the dildo and placed the narrow end against the opening to my tight ass. He kept his cock buried deep in my cunt as he slid the dildo into my ass in one quick motion. I let out a scream and tried to pull away from his tight grip. His strong muscular arms held me in place as he pushed his cock and the dildo in and out of my holes.

The force of his weight slamming into my body forced me down almost flat on my stomach. It didn’t stop his assault. He pulled the dildo from my swollen sore ass and ran his much larger cock deep inside me. With all his force and strength, he went in and out of my ass pumping me harder and shouting at me what a nasty bitch I was. I was nothing but a piece of trash to him. He picked up a different vibrator from the box, turned it onto a high setting, and inserted it fully into my soaking wet sore pussy. My loud moans turned to screams as he fucked my ass and the vibrator rotated around inside my pussy.

“Please stop! I can’t take it any more!” I begged him to release me but he continued his finally assault by reaching around and stroking my clit with a rapid motion. “That’s right bitch! Beg for me to stop!”

Within seconds, I felt my body expand beyond all limits, and all at once, an explosion of exquisite force rocked my body into spasm after spasm. I had never cum so hard. Feeling my contractions he began releasing his built up load. I could feel it splashing against the back wall of my vagina as it poured from the tip of his cock. Pleasure filled me like warm mist. I felt his cock go limp and he pulled out releasing his grip to the back of my head.

We fell exhausted to cot and laid there breathing hard. When we both had caught our breaths, we turned to each other and embraced for a long hug. He held me tight and whispered, “I am forever yours.”

“Happy Valentines Day baby. I love you. Hope you enjoyed your fantasy,” I whispered back to him.