From: yukontom@aol.com (Yukon tom)
Subject: Yt story `The Death of You' F/m non-consentual
Newsgroups: alt.torture
If you are under the age of 18 please do not read any futher. This story contains acts of extreme violence.
As with all of my stories, this is fiction. I will admit right now that some of you may find them to be sick and offensive, but these are actual fantasies of mine which i do hope to fulfill (at least to some extent).
I met Lisa at the library while doing research on medieval torture. She saw the books I was reading, sat down next to me and told me that torture was sort of a hobby and interest of hers. I looked at her, she was pretty with dark black hair and blue eyes. She told me all about her collection of books on the subject, as well as some of the non-working replicas of some devices she had collected over the years. We talked for about half an hour before she invited me over to her house to see her collection.
`And besides, you can learn more from me and my collection, than you ever could here at the library. They just don't have as much to offer you as I do.' she said with a smile.
`Very well.' I said. As I really did want to get to know her better. She said she would drive so I got in her car and we drove for a little while, when she stopped and asked me a favor. She said she didn't want her nosy neighbor to know that she was bringing a guy to her house, as she was a real gossip and would spread rumors about her all over the neighborhood. She asked if I could duck down so no one could see me. I happily did so, thinking to myself that it was like playing at being a spy.
We drove down another block or so and turned right onto another street, after a few moments I felt the car pull up into a driveway and heard her press the button on the garage-door remote. As soon as we pulled into the garage she pressed the button again, and told me to wait until the door had closed before getting up. After it did, we went into the house, and she showed me to her basement. I was amazed, the whole basement was made out as a torture chamber. There was both modern and medieval torture devices of every type I could conceive of. And on one wall was a bookcase full of books on torture.
I looked at all of these things carefully and in awe, they sure looked like they worked; before going over to the bookcase.
`You like?' she asked. All I could do was nod my head, she had twenty times the number of books as the library did on the subject and I could actually see the devices that were used instead of having to visualize them.
She then picked up one of the small devices off the table saying `This is one of my favorites' she pressed it into me and pushed the button. I went down in pain immediately still not realizing it was a stungun. She continued to use it on me for several minutes until she knew I would be unable to resist her at all. She then took a skinning knife and cut off all of my clothes and sat me up on a folding metal chair to which she handcuffed me to with my arms pulled tightly over the back. After which she pulled my legs out to the sides of the chair and cuffed them to the back legs of the chair leaving me totally exposed.
`I thought it would be better for you to learn about torture firsthand. Trust me, you will learn, but you will not enjoy it.' she said as she stunned me again and pushed an inflatable gag into my mouth. `I'll enjoy your screams later on, but right now I want you to be quiet and not ask any questions. When I think you are no longer capable of anything other than screaming and moaning from the pain then...and only then will I remove your gag. Let's get started, shall we?'
She went and grabbed an empty toiletpaper roll and showed it to me. `See, it's lined with the roughest sandpaper I could find, I just love using this to masturbate a man with. By the forth or fifth time I get you off, your dick will be so raw and tender the real fun can begin.
She wasn't kidding, at first it wasn't too unpleasant, just rough. But by the third time she had gotten me off, I was completely raw and in total agony. `I think that should be enough,' she said. `Now comes the fun stuff.'
She got up and walked over to the table again and returned with a small cannister. `This here is pepper spray, it's very painful when used properly; let alone the way I'm going to use it now'. With that she aimed the spray down at my croth and continued to spray it until I was completely soaked. If I hadn't been secured to the chair, I think my spasm would have thrown me back into the wall. As it was however, I though I would tear my arms out of their sockets just trying to get away from the agony. She sat there and watched me until the pain began to subside, she said it only took about an hour.
`Now for the inside' she said. She then went out of the room and came back carrying a tray. She grabbed a catheter and slowly pushed it up inside me. It didn't hurt too bad going in, so I didn't think much about it. When it reached my bladder the urine began to flow and she directed it down the drain which was located conviently below my chair. She then pressed once on a pump located at the end of the catheter, slightly inflating the baloon at the end of it designed to hold it in place. `Ready?' she asked, as she suddenly and without warning pulled the catheter out of me. I though I was going to pass out, my whole insides felt as if they were on fire. `Now you're primed on the inside as well'. With that she took a q-tip and showing it to me, covered it with extra-strength Ben-Gay and salt. She then pushed it into my dick and slowly twisting it began to fuck my pisshole with it. It was only a few minutes of this before I passed out for the first time.
to be continued
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