I confess that I have erectile dysfunction, and it's ruining my life. Everything was OK just a few years ago when my performance started go get worse. Now I don't even try to have sex, because I can't finish. I was stupid, and ashamed, so I didn't go to the doctor right away, but it didn't make any difference when I did. Health care is shit in my country. I'm waiting months for examinations, and months to get the result, again months to show the doctor the results, I'm just waiting, and nothing happens really. I would pay for a faster/better way, but I can't afford it.

I don't know what to do. I don't even try dating with anyone because I only end up being a disappointment. Even if sex is not everything in a relationship it's necessary.

This whole situation makes me hate my life. I don't see the future I was hoping for when I was young. You know, having a family, a volvo, a dog and a house in the suburbs. I only see a lonely bitter guy alone in his apartment trying to figure out how he should end his misery.

I don't know what to do. My doctor told me that I shouldn't use any medical solution until they know what exactly is wrong, and even if I could take a few pill it might give me a few hours of pleasure but it won't fix the problem. What really kills me is that I can't do nothing. I'm just waiting maybe the doctors figure out something, until that my life has no value...

Sorry guys, I had to write this down, it actually made me feel better a bit. You don't have to tell me in comments that I'm a pathetic waste, I already know that.

probably shouldn't post a pic of her, but i might.
my lady friend comes over and spends the night sometimes. We're really good friends, i mean we have an almost family relationship. so anyway.
the other night she spent the night. we were watching misery and i was sitting in the chair and she had the couch to sleep. about half way into the movie, she starts to fall asleep. as i notice her dozing off, i start to get hard. i touch my dick a little. so i wait a while longer. soon i get up and walk to my room real quick. then come back out to see if she was still sleeping. i made other noises to double check, she was out. so i turn the movie down a little, and go behind the couch and watch her for a moment. then i take out my dick slowly. then i started to slowly masturbate. it felt amazing doing it right there in front of her. so i got a little more comfortable and move in a little closer and speed up. i keep on getting closer and closer. eventually, my dick was right above her and i was jacking off like crazy. i was thrusting a little, picturing fucking her hard and her muscles clenching my dick. but then, before i could stop myself, i cum all over the side of her face. it got in her hair too. so panic, and go back to my room quickly and listen in the darkness if she woke and what she'd say. i was caught, the gig was up, i thought. i was so scared. but i calm down eventually. finally allowing myself to breath normally. i inch back out there, and i see her in the same place with my load all over her face and hair. :D i never had been more turned on in my life. so i sneak back over there, pull out my cock and start again. then she shifts and i freak out and leave. but when i came back she was on her back and the cum was dripping onto the couch. so i go back out there and try to cum again this time on her mouth. so i'm jacking off like crazy again. just taking all the time i need. eventually i feel it comeing back then i put the head of my dick as close to her mouth without touching it (kinda facing my dick downward) and i just SHOOT all over her mouth and chin. this time i finished too, like 5 spurts onto her. then i realized why she hadn't been waking up, cause she took a bunch of zanex and percacet and was out! so i took advantage sadly. over the night i'd come back in the room and do it again. eventually i started pulling the blankets down. i lifted up her mickey mouse sweat shirt and saw the lacey bra she was wearing. i always wanted to see it. so i feel one of her breasts and then have one tit out. and i couldnt belive it. i was in heaven always wanted to see this. so i ended the night by cumming on her stomoch and boobs at like 4 am. i clean her up with a damp cloth and put her back to normal and finally go to bed.

I pledge, on my word of honor, that I will not jerk it (intentionally), or watch pornography (intentionally), until I get a girlfriend.
May my life be full of misfortune and misery if I break this promise.

Here I'll sit all alone
Like an airplane
On the edge of a sky full of solid gray
Staring at the ceiling
Tell me that I'm dreaming
Oh, I wish you were here today
All these days I know I'll never get back
All the words that I always wish you would've said
All these dreams that we had,
Now fade to black
Try to wash it away

I'm torn to pieces
I'm broken down
I still see your face when you're not around
I sit here in misery wondering if I'll ever be half the man you wanted me to be

What does this sound like to you? Have a discussion going on with someone I say this sounds like a breakup note and she thinks it's all a sarcastic hate note. 

That's why your car is at the house... you two are going to do whatever it is you want to do to make your busted up life feel whole again, and everyone else will be left to pay for it, like they always have had to do. If he fucks up my shit, oh well.... kills me? Great! Puts me out of my misery and saves me from smelling your fish twat and seeing your sag-a-tartar sweaty tuna tit again... but oh, fuck.... the times I just wanted to sit there and motor boat those floppy beluga beached whales with my I throbbing dick requiring popsicle sticks and duct tape just to keep it hard in the lack of erection that you would achieve for me... But come to think of it the impulsive vomiting that I would start inducing might stay from the smell from you know a good time to the good memories they won't be missed

I'm FTM and I don't know why but I've always fantasized about being sexually tortured... The idea of being used by a sadist who only gets off on my pain and misery is all I really want

Would you like to see this girl in this type of peril? If so, how would you enjoy this situation, adding to the misery.

So I am going to qualify this post first, by saying, that many of the posts I have read here in the past to be utter nonsense and fabrication. The post I am about to write is 100% accurate and true. I will write it in little sections over the coming weeks depending on the interest level. First I will tell you I am a man in my late 40's once married, now divorced. That fact has a significant bearing on the story since my marriage for many years was a misery and should have ended a long time ago. I took to finding myself in chatrooms which as time grew on I found became more and more addictive. Often rather than go home to my miserable wife I would stay late at the office and spend hours in a chatroom talking to someone or another. I would often stay up late at home long into the early hours talking to someone, anyone. As I said it became more and more addictive. Because time is a factor right now I am going to stop this story and will return later in the day to continue. This story has many twists and turns, some good and some bad so depending on the interest level I will continue otherwise I won't bother wasting my time.

Jill was 42 then and stunningly attractive. She's 5'6" and weighs about 120 lbs. She's the mother of two grown children and seems to have retained, if not improved the figure of her youth. I've always considered her best feature to be her beautiful legs but she also sports a magnificent pair of 38 D's with large areolas and large succulent nipples. She has always been proud of her figure and has made a habit of tastefully showing it off. The sight of her long tan legs in a short skirt topped by those bountiful bouncing boobs is nothing less that salacious. She still turns heads wherever she goes. Men hit on her all the time and she is always flattered and gracious, even in response to the crudest approach.

On the big day, a Saturday, she went to the grocery store right after lunch to pick up a few things for the weekend. Her husband was out of town on business but she expected him home Sunday evening. She was wearing a short pleated skirt that fell about six inches above the knee, garter and hose, high black heels, and a tight stretch top without a bra. I should stress here that despite my description of her appearance she has the class and beauty to dress this way and still not look the slightest bit slutty. I can assure you that she was arousing plenty of attention, but most of her admirers took nothing more than a discreet look. One was a little bolder. Jill realized that a young Hispanic man was discretely following her around the store and she decided to have a little fun with him. When she caught him looking out of the corner of her eye she'd make a point of bending over a display case, and once, when he was behind her, she dropped something on the floor and bent over from the waist granting him, no doubt, a pretty good view of her stocking tops and garter.

He kept his distance in the store but caught up to her in the parking lot. She was not frightened because guys have hit on her frequently throughout her marriage and all of them had accepted her polite rejections. The young man introduced himself as Rudy and complimented her effusively on her appearance. Jill was flattered as usual, and as usual polite. He helped her with her groceries and asked her if she would go out with him and she responded that she might have taken him up on his offer if she wasn't happily married, but her husband frowned on her dating other men. He couldn't be brushed off so easily though, and assured her that her husband need not know. She again politely declined his offer and he seemed to accept his defeat graciously.

Jill had no idea that Rudy had followed her home from the parking lot until he walked into her garage while she was unloading groceries. He had parked his car around the block out of sight. Startled, she calmly asked him what he was doing there and told him he had to leave. She didn't get scared until he pushed the button to close the garage door and pulled out a knife.

We live in a perilous world, a dangerous environment. Watch television news or read your daily newspaper and you are subjected to a daily diet of robberies, rapes, riots, murders, fires, earthquakes, floods and famines.

Do you find yourself becoming disturbed by what is happening around you? Do you feel helpless, unable to control these events? Do you even sometimes feel afraid?

L. Ron Hubbard dissected this phenomenon of the dangerous environment, providing methods that will not only help you overcome your fears, but allow you to help others. Applied on a broad scale, this information brings about an enormous calming influence and enables people to lead happier lives. Used on an individual scale—by you—it will enhance the lives of your family, friends and associates.

Scientology is a twenty-first-century religion. It comprises a vast body of knowledge extending from certain fundamental truths, and prime among those truths: Man is a spiritual being endowed with abilities well beyond those which he normally envisions. He is not only able to solve his own problems, accomplish his goals and gain lasting happiness, but he can achieve new states of awareness he may never have dreamed possible.

In one form or another, all great religions have held the hope of spiritual freedom—a condition free of material limitations and misery. The question has always been, however, how does one reach such a state, particularly while still living amidst a frantic and often overwhelming society?

Although modern life seems to pose an infinitely complex array of problems, Scientology maintains that the solutions to those problems are basically simple and within every man's reach. Difficulties with communication and interpersonal relationships, nagging insecurities, self-doubt and despair—each man innately possesses the potential to be free of these and many other concerns.

Scientology offers a pathway to greater freedom.

We are filth
We are scum
We are the infectious disease of this planet.

We destroy nature
We destroy each other

We are filled with hate
Greed
Gluttony
Pride
Lust

We are a perverse being.

We have no morals, we have no real feelings.

We are ruled by emotion, we are ruled by our greed and lust, but mostly our pride.

We murder, rape, pillage and torture.

We wage endless wars, causing endless misery.

We are the scourge of the earth, of the universe.

We, humans are far WORSE that those that walk on four legs.

We deserve nothing but death and destruction.

My only wish is that all humans die ( including me because i am sick of living in his horrid vessel filled with emotions and negativity) off this planet, so that once again it can return to it's former beauty

The Pastor's Ass

The Pastor entered his donkey in a race and
it won.

The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey
that he entered it in the
race
again and it won again.

The local paper read:
PASTOR'S
ASS OUT FRONT.

The Bishop was so upset with this kind of
publicity that he ordered
the
Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.

The next day the local paper headline
read:
BISHOP
SCRATCHES
PASTOR'S
ASS.
This was too much for the Bishop so he
ordered the Pastor to get
rid
of the donkey.

The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a
nearby convent.

The local paper, hearing of the news, posted
the following headline
the
next day:

NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.

The Bishop fainted.

He informed the Nun that she would have to
get rid of the donkey so
she
sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the paper read:

NUN
SELLS ASS FOR $10.

This was too much for the Bishop so he
ordered the Nun to buy back
the
donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run
wild.

The next day the headlines read:

NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.
The Bishop was buried the next day.

The moral of the story is . . . being
concerned about public opinion can
bring you much grief and misery . .
even shorten your life.

So be yourself and enjoy life.

Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and
you'll be a lot happier
and
live longer!

Have a nice day!

I confess I enjoy that a former friend lost his girlfriend due to lockdown. His GF was out of state on school/work related business and he was stuck back at home living off her paychecks. She was a smoking hot petite little piece of ass, super submissive, nice tits and a big ass anyone would love to spank or grope. Half the guys age at least as he is on the older side, but we’ll accomplished and learned, but young and obviously attractive. Well being the submissive type she was, she got lonely during the lockdown. So lonely she got knocked up by another man. HAHAHA!!! Guy she doesn’t even know the name of on a one night stand shoots a baby into her and their relationship goes the way of the dodo.
Guy was a prick, still is to this day. We were in the same kink community together, and he mentored me for a while, so I got to learn a lot about how he thought and what he believed. Never have I met a person so hypocritical in his beliefs. Always wanting to “improve the community and get rid of the infighting” “keep new blood flowing in” and “make things more inclusive.” All the while he can’t get over his own views on people and refused to even allow people he disagreed with politically or personally near himself, wanted super specifically experienced partners and playmates at the expense of any newcomers, and wanted only his friends and experienced people to come to his fancy kink dinners. So when he lot his GF, his primary income, and as a result his apartment, I was screaming with joy on the inside that maybe bitches like the old geezer get what they have coming to them.
To that guy I say FUCK you. You got what you deserved.
Felt like sharing it on here since I know he is never on here and because BOY does it feel good to wallow in someone else’s misery.

all them wankers in the tents outside saint pauls cathedral are middle to upper class students who will be probably working for the establishment they are against if they can get a good wage out of it, i think they should have a mass suicide to put themselves out of their own misery , fucking wankers

I am so bored and so horny. I wish my boss would lay be across my own desk, rip my blouse open and fuck my throat just like this picture. I want to feel his long, thick cock sliding down my throat. I want to feel it jerk and pour his hot cum into me....so I can savor and swallow each sweet drop. Instead, I am stuck at work, fingering my soaking wet pussy under my desk. This is torture! I wish someone would find me and put me out of my misery!

Lots of posts today calling American's stupid, etc. Is it time to remind you Europeans yet again how fucked up you really are? About the 500 plus years of misery you have brought to the world? It's fun reminding you that your history did not begin in 1945...that you have a long history of colonization, slavery, ethnic cleansing, genocide, oppression, etc. Brits are the worst. Germans and French not too far behind. Thats not to let the Dutch, Belgians and Italians off the hook. Its fun reminding you.

This is my confession:

I stole the idea for an invention from a former friend who fucked my wife years ago. What he invented is something most Europeans, North Americans and Australians (among others) own and use on a near-daily basis. Before my former friend could get his shit together enough to develop his idea, he met an “untimely” death. Fortunately, he did a poor job documenting his primary role in creating the product. Too bad. Now I own all associated patents and continue to accumulate wealth faster than I ever imagined possible, and faster than I could ever spend it in numerous lifetimes.

My former friend's estate, through his widow, filed suit against my companies and me personally. I fucked her for a month, made some unverifiable and undocumented promises to her, then paid her a pittance and she instructed her attorneys to dismiss the suit. I never fucked her again, and blocked her number and e-mail address. Fucking whore.

My primary home has over 14,000 sq. ft. of living space, two swimming pools, a 16 seat theater with state-of-the-art sound and a full-sized basketball court. I employ a household staff of four, two of whom live on the premises.

I have whores, pick-ups, employees, and assorted strays over to fuck almost every night that I'm in town and in the mood.

I travel the world, having visited 67 countries in the last five years, most for pleasure and to kill time.

I bought a Piper Meridian before I even had my pilot's license. Now I fly it when I travel domestically and am not in a huge hurry.

I have owned nearly every luxury sedan made and several exotic sports cars. My current favorite is a new S550 I bought a month ago. Driving it damn near makes me cum.

Last year I purchased a 3000 sq. ft. apartment on the Upper East side, overlooking Central Park. In 2012 I acquired a luxurious beachfront estate in Aruba, and two years prior I bought a 4800 sq. ft. “cabin” looking over Lake Geneva, in Switzerland.

With all of this “good fortune,” most people envy me. But they are foolish. I am miserable. I despise myself and nearly everything about my life. I am empty, angry, unloved and unloveable. I pay for clean, tight cunts, and then I pay more so they'll pretend to get wet. Fucking whores. Phony fucking bitches. Leeches, vipers and parasites. Relatives I've never met expect me to shower them with riches. My own mother abandoned me when I was 11, and now proclaims her love. Fuck her. Fucking cunt. Fucking whore. I would pay for a fucking hit on that cunt before I would pay her a fucking dime.

I am self-destructing and I can feel it happening. I finish a $200 bottle of scotch 3-4 times a week. I hate everyone and everything, and trust nothing and no one. I am a solitary island of guilt, despair, hopelessness and self-loathing. I have been sentenced to Hell before I'm even dead. Fuck God, fucking pussy.

And fuck you all for reading this and laughing, or whatever you stupid cocksuckers do when you come across someone else's unbearable pain and misery.

Fuck you.

What's you take on gum jobs? I mercifully had my teeth pulled in my 30s after constant misery and struggle with them. Several family members had the same problem as well and it was not a matter of hygiene 

I already loved giving blow jobs and very much looked forward to trying out my newly customized cock socket.

I feared that if I revealed my specialized gob pre hookup that guys would be turned off. So on craigslist and dating sites I said that my mouth "was made for cock".

Now, I can't estimate precisely how many dicks I sucked since then but it's in the 100s. I enjoyed 8 dicks last month alone and it wasn't a record month.

Out of all of the men that I dedicated myself to none decided to retreat because of it but rather they were impressed and satisfied by my abilities and the talent earned from to my absolute love of pleasuring men. My acquired taste and love for their warm reward also motivated me to up my game.

I've had many guys comment on the service I provided giving me compliments while lauding the scrape free environment I provided them for their most precious appendage.

The fact is, once within my pleasure chamber there was no way they would deny themselves the ecstacy of my well thought out and well practiced technique. 

fate zero is garbage rant​
fate zero is a edgy emo pile of fucking shit is a overrated shitty pseudo philosophical nihilistic garbage.
the characters are fucking shit.
kiritsugu is a fucking nihilistic edgy emo faggot his ideals and philosophy are fucking horseshit his backstory is a fucking edgy emo pile of shit nothing but misery-porn the zombies thing was fucking retarded and edgy also the plane bullshit was but edgy bullshit and emo garbage to
increase the shock value.
saber is a fucking edgy emo bitch her backstory is edgy shit.
lancelot is emo faggot and a edgy crybaby fag.

iskandar is dumb and have a dumb idealogy.
also the banquet of kings is the most pretentious pseudo philosophical boring pile of steaming shit.

the philosophy of the anime is cringe cancer retarded emo and fucking stupid if kill someone you are a bad person so if i kill someone evil and
save a lot a innocents i`m evil this is fucking dumb and that is one reasons i fucking hate fate zero this dumb shit makes wanna punch the screen. gilgamesh is a pretentious shitty vegeta wannabe.

kariya is there because of shitty edgy scenes shitty suffering and shitty shock value.
lancer is boring faggot.
kirei is a edgy overrated faggot his backstory is a edgy emo faggy garbage also kirei is a shitty character.
gilles de rais is a edgy shock value he kill kids because shock value that is because urobuchi is a garbage writer obsessed with misery suffering.
and edgy and emo bullshit.
urobuchi is a fucking hack and all his works fucking suck ass saya no uta is shit madoka is shit psycho pass is shit too and fuck his faggy emo quotes and fuck his shitty philosophy.
some assholes might say muh greek tragedy, greek tragedy is my ass fate zero is a fucking edgy emo nihilistic steaming pile of shit.
also about fate stay night stay night is shit garbage and poorly done porn game there many hentais that are better this pile of shit shirou is emo faggot his survivors guilt is nothing but a edgy emo that makes him shinji emo faggot ikari 2.0 fuck his emo survivors guilt fuck his muh edgy emo fire backstory fuck his emo thoughts. shirou is a fucking emo suicidal faggot his self loathing and lack of self worth is a edgy and emo and makes me wanna punch the fucking screen muh i`m unable to feel happy or have fun oh boo hoo you emo faggot go cry like a emo faggot somewhere and go cry yourself to sleep somewhere else you fucking emo pussy also shirou wants to kill himself because he is a emo bitch.
rin is asuka 2.0
sakura is edgy emo slut.
overall fuck the fate franchise this franchise is a steaming pile of fucking horseshit the fans are fucking retarded and every anime light novel visual novel manga and games of this trash is shit.
shit just like evangelion nhk bunny girl senpai code geass legend of the galactic heroes lain ashita no joe and that pile of shit ergo proxy get mad.
fuck psycho pass edgy 2deep4u shock value overrated piece of fucking shit and fuck saya no uta gore edgy porn overrated pretentious pile of shit

This experience is why I am obsessed with Louise Ogborn. She is like a hero to me because her experience lead to the capture of her abusers. She is beautiful and has been through so much, like me, and our cases are so similar. But if you ever see the comments on the internet about her, everyone says how stupid she is to have fallen for the hoax. Everyone says she�s so stupid for believing the phony cop and for taking her clothes off in the first place. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that any of the things they made her do were part of a legitimate police investigation. Everyone says she�s so stupid for thinking that a cop would really demand that she give the man watching her oral sex.
Maybe I�m the only one who will ever truly understand her. I understand that she is not stupid. But ever since my first rape, I have felt retardedly stupid every day. I always feel like the most stupid person in the room. I have an inferiority complex. You�ll understand why later if you read about my second rape.

Two weeks went by and I hadn�t heard anything more about the investigation. I hadn�t heard anything from the cops, although I was constantly paranoid that they would show up at any time, wherever I was, at home, at school, at work, and drag me off to jail, or worse, another search.
Then one day I came back from my lunch break at work, and I went up to the break room to put my purse back in my locker and there he was, the loss prevention guy. He smiled with crocodile teeth when he saw me and I never made it to the break room, he diverted me into the conference room. He told me to have a seat so we could talk some more about the investigation and then he picked up the phone and paged another girl that worked as a cashier. I barely knew her because she was a grade below me. I knew that she was only 15 though, and just barely turned 15 at that! She eventually came to the conference room and was sat down next to me. The loss prevention guy talked to us for a little, asking us for the names of anyone that we thought was stealing. He asked us who we knew that might be willing to steal. He told us that the reason we were suspected was because the description that the jewelry store gave was of a young skinny girl with big breasts. We both met that description. She was younger, just about as skinny as me, and had big breasts for her size too, but still slightly smaller than mine, I think she was prettier than me.
After some of those stupid questions, he said that he had to do another quick search because, not having had anything on us on just the one day that they did the initial search could have been luck, but if he searched us again and again, found nothing, then it would prove our innocence. He also said that he needed to take more pictures of us. He reminded us that we had both promised to cooperate with the investigation and that if he needed to, he could have the detective come down personally to do the search and take the pictures. All the while he was setting up that tripod again and setting up the video camera. We both said that we didn�t want the detective to have to come, so he told us to take our clothes off. He said he was going to the break room for a second and that when he got back, we had better be naked, and if not there would be trouble and we would be making it worse for ourselves. We both slowly started undressing. I knew that I was just putting off the inevitable, but I was slow taking off my clothes. I hoped that if I wasn�t nude, but still in the process of taking my clothes off when he got back, that would be good enough. But soon enough he came back, dragging in a trash barrel with him with an empty liner. He told us to put our clothes into the barrel, along with my purse too.
Once again, there I was in that God forsaken room, nude and in front of a video camera, but this time there was another girl with me going through the same thing. This time was different though. It was like he was picking up where he left off. No pretense, he just felt at ease telling us to get naked, put our hands behind our heads, do this, do that! He asked us what we thought about each others� bodies. He asked me if I thought she was sexy. He asked her the same. And he touched us a lot more too. He touched our breasts for no good reason whenever he wanted. He fondled them, pinched them, squeezed them together. He had us lay on the table and spread our legs and our labias so he could take more pictures of us like that. Then he put his finger in us. The other girl started crying �Why? Why? Why are you doing this?� He didn�t answer. He just smiled and kept fingering us both at the same time. I hated him, but I felt powerless. I felt like he was holding all the cards. I was afraid of him. I was afraid of what he would do if I made him mad, and I was afraid of going to jail if he had to call the detective. Then he told us to get on our knees in front of him. I did as I was told, but she kept crying �Do we really have to do this? What does this have to do with the investigation?�
Then he dropped the bomb that completely shattered my world. �There IS NO INVESTIGATION.� I could swear that he hissed the words like some kind of snake demon. �I�m no loss prevention officer and that wasn�t your regional manager, you dumb sluts!� It took a while for it to sink in, so he told us that didn�t matter because unless we wanted the video and pictures to end up on the internet, unless we wanted all of our friends, teachers, and people that don�t like us to see what we did, we would do what he wanted. Then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him and told her to unzip his pants and take out his c*ck and put it in her mouth. She slowly did it, and once it was in her mouth, he told me to put my mouth on him too. He took his video camera and made sure he got plenty of footage of us both pleasing him simultaneously. He took his clothes off and then told us he had a surprise for us. He told us to bend over the table, right next to each other. Then he went in his bag and grabbed a tape and went over to the vhs player in the room and turned on the large tv on the wall and soon the tape started playing. It was the tape they made of when they strip searched/raped the other girl. He started raping us again, going from one of our pussies to the other and back again. All the while he made us watch what they did to her. It was bad enough for me, being raped while having to watch it, but I couldn�t imagine how bad it must be for her. Remember how the �detective� asked if I shaved �down there?� Well I found out why. Apparently the other girl wasn�t shaved when they searched her, so they shaved her right there on the table, on video �to make sure she wasn�t concealing anything.� While he was raping us, he told us to make out for him. It was very awkward for me because I had never considered kissing a girl before, and now I had to make out with one, while being raped� while we were BOTH being raped. Then her to lay on the table and spread her legs. I thought he was going to start raping her, but instead he forced my head between her legs and told me that if I knew what was good for me, I�d eat her out. He said that I had to eat her out until she came. All the while, he kept raping me. He made sure to get plenty of video footage of me doing that too.
Eventually she shuddered (I think she was faking) like she was orgasming. So he pulled out of my p*ssy and made me use my mouth to �clean him off.� He then put the camera in my face and interviewed me about how I liked the taste of my own p*ssy and how I liked eating her p*ssy. He asked me if I�d ever tasted my own p*ssy before, he asked me about my masturbating habits, he asked me if I�d ever eaten another girl out before. He did everything he could to further my humiliation and he captured every second on camera so he could use it against me. Then he told me to lay on the table and he proceeded to rape the other girl while making her eat me out. But he got kind of bored of that, so he made us 69 while he continued to rape her. After God only knows how long of that treatment, he made us get on our knees in front of him and he finished on our faces and made sure to get a good amount in our mouths. Then he ordered us to French kiss and share what we had in our mouths and then swallow. I prayed for God to strike him dead, or for my sake, to put me out of my misery by striking me dead. While we were doing that, he went and changed the tape and the tape of my first rape/strip search started playing. He made us watch it, he fast forwarded to the �good parts� and made cruel jokes and asked me what I was thinking here, and if I liked what they were doing there. He asked the other girl what she thought of me. After he�d rested enough, he told us to bend over the table again, and I prepared for him to rape me some more. But this time he put it in my butt. I cried, I did my best not to scream, and he told me to suck on the other girls breasts to keep my mouth occupied. Of course, I did as I was told and he got it on video. I screamed into her breasts like a pillow. She held my head tight to her chest and stroked my head to comfort me. In the background I heard the tape of my first rape still playing. I kept hearing the word �I concur� and it made me want to die. He told her that she was next and she started crying into my hair. All of a sudden my head was yanked up by my hair and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I cried that I did, but he didn�t stop. He told me that I got to choose. I could let him keep raping my butthole, or he could swap and rape my �new girlfriend�s butthole.� I wanted him to stop. I just couldn�t bring myself to tell him to hurt her more. I felt protective of her. I told myself this was why God refused to kill me, so I could protect her and take it for her. So I told him to keep raping me and not to hurt her� he did anyways. He kept raping me for a little, but then he pulled out of me and just grabbed her and bent her body into position and started pushing his c*ck into her butthole. She started crying when he grabbed her by her hair and told her to eat my p*ssy some more. He reminded her that she never made me orgasm and said that when I came, he�d stop. She did as she was told and I laid there wondering if it had been long enough yet or if I should wait a little longer to fake my orgasm to make him stop. I didn�t want to do it too soon because I didn�t want it to be obvious that I was faking. Eventually I did fake my orgasm. She stopped what she was doing but he said he wasn�t done yet and told her to suck on my tits while he finished. It seemed like forever, but he eventually finished inside her butt.
Once he was done he put his clothes back on, but told us to stay on the table and to 69. He disassembled the tripod and put the cameras away. He told us to watch his �favorite part� on the video, it was when they were leaving, they stopped by the Customer Service Desk and zoomed the camera in on a picture behind the counter of the regional manager. He looked nothing like the guy that was with him last time! I was duped and I should have known it! I should have paid attention to that picture and known that he was not the regional manager! I�m such a F*cking idiot! He then took the trash barrel out of the room and said that when he came back, we had better still be 69-ing.

He never came back. We were discovered by the closing manager as he was doing his final walkthrough before going home. The store had been closed for an hour already. We cried and told him that we were raped and blackmailed. The manager didn�t believe us. He told us that he didn�t believe us and that he didn�t know why we were having sex in the conference room after close but that making up stories wouldn�t make it any better. He kept looking at our naked bodies. I don�t know why, but I didn�t even make an effort to cover myself. I didn�t even think to. He saw our breasts, our pussies, our whole naked bodies. He told us that he was going to finish his walk through and that we had better be gone by the time he was done because he wasn�t going to check back on us, he was just going to set the alarm and lock the doors. Once he left we ran out of the room, looking for the trash bag full of our clothes and my purse. My cell phone, my keys to my parents� car, everything was gone, and worst of all, I had no clothes. The other girl�s keys to her home were in her locker, but the key to her lock on her locker was in her pants. The bastard took off and left us there with NOTHING, not even a way to get home. We grabbed aprons from the break room and put one on to cover our fronts and one to cover our backsides. It was the best we could do, but we ran out of the building as fast as we could. We both agreed not to tell anyone about this, and then we went our separate ways and walked to our homes. She lived about half a mile away, and I lived a mile in the opposite direction. My parents weren�t home when I got there, but luckily the door was unlocked. I took a shower and thought up a lie to tell my parents when they got home. I told them that my purse was stolen out of the break room and that�s why I didn�t drive the car home. I never told them about what happened.
I didn�t sleep for the next two days. I just cried all night in my bed until I had to get up and put on a brave face for everyone during the days. I never ran out of tears. I just cried and cried and cried. I felt so used and cheap. I felt so worthless. I used to think of myself as one of the most attractive girls in my school and at work. Guys would have done anything just to see me naked, but these bastards just waltzed right into my life and decided that for nothing they would use and abuse me and get what every guy wanted and more and then use it to blackmail me into doing it again, and doing it with another girl. I wanted them to die. I wanted them to go to prison and be raped every day of a very long prison sentence and then get murdered in prison for what they did. I wanted to feel the way I used to feel. I wanted to like my body again. Instead, I tried to cut my breasts off with a kitchen knife. But I�m stupid and the knife was dull and I didn�t get too far. I just got minor cuts. I stopped wearing make up and wore baggy clothes. But I never told any of my friends at school, and I did my best to hide everything. But my friends must have picked up on it at some level because before long, my friends stopped talking to me. They stopped calling, texting, IM-ing me. They stopped talking to me in the halls. No one ever told me why. I was paranoid that the pictures and/or video had gotten out and they�d seen what happened to me. Guys stopped hanging around me. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be.

But then I got raped by him again.

All you people into animals and children are too sick and should be put out of your misery!

i have a big fantasy about raping women and there is this oen women in particular who drives me nuts and is such a tease. I fantasize when i masturbate about violently raping her whilst she is screaming for me to stop whilst im am thrusting my penis inside her cunt whilst holding onto to her medium sized breasts with my hard hands grasping them tender breasts whilst fucking her so hard. I fantase about doing it all the time not just to her but to other women as well. Women who are teases and women who have made my life a misery just to get a sense of what it feels like to make them scream in my head. I feel dirty afterwards and guilty afterwards but i do it over and over again just to get the release i desire. I also think how easy it would be to just do it in real life to see her and fuck her so hard, how easy it would be as anything is possible but i dont because i know i would get caught.

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

I confess Motherless has been invaded and overrun with a bunch of dumbass morons making it a point to post as much useless bullshit crap they can on here.
all i have seen in the last hour is what is probably the same person, posting one dumb thread after the other.
And I can't figure out what is sadder, his gay posts, or the people that are actually responding to them with encouragement like they are all real confessions, or whatever you want to call them
Hey Mods, that's it, this forum has officially sunk to the bottom of the septic tank. Just take it with pride, send it out to pasture and shoot it so it's put out of its misery.

i admit it. i am lonely. i am not super eat nor grossly ugly but i am shy. i work hard and usually have either my blood daughter or adopted daughter on my free weekends. my ex is a horrible person whom i wish nothing but std's and misery for. when i do have free time i am exhausted fully and crash or too shy to go out. i need and desire fun and, well, sex in my life. last time i felt a woman or anyone for that matter was in feb with my ex. i am almost to the point if i had any money i would pay a hooker but livin on your own when you have custody of your child eats the money away. sigh. i am a winner at so much but i think with bedroom excitement i must be a looser. guess i need some teaching since 2 wives have left me for other men. i was always told i was too sexually active. whatever. sigh. down in the dumps.

Every day near where I work there are �poor� blacks begging. They happen to be riding around in taxpayer-provided motorized wheelchairs, which I presume cost in the $5k to $10k range. They are overweight, and probably would not need wheelchairs if they lost weight and were not lazy. I think they also feel a certain status to being handicapped, and it also means they get more benefits, cannot be evicted. And there are psychological benefits: everyone must make extra efforts to accommodate them. It�s a form of assertion of power.

They get access to first world quality health care, provided by us. They get free bus passes from the city so they can come to my nice area to beg and pollute our area. They must be charging those fancy motorized wheelchairs somewhere, presumably they have �free� utilities in their �free� homes. They get �free� housing I�m sure, along with �free� food and free whatever else. I know some of them having outstanding warrants but there�s no point in arresting them because they have nothing to lose.

They�re �poor� but they somehow are fat, well-cared-for, and are able to consume tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars per year from taxpayers, in the form of the world�s best health care services and everything else.

Yeah I�m crying every time I see them. Crying over how much money we�re flushing down the toilet. Crying that no white people are angry enough to put a stop to it.

Black politicians talk as if blacks are tottering on the economic edge and could easily slip into Third World levels of misery: starvation, deadly illness, families reduced to living in homeless shelters and relying on soup kitchens. � Actually, due to blacks� inability to save or plan even 24 hours into the future, they would plunge from a relatively comfortable existence all the way to third world starvation within 72 hours of their EBTs being cut off. They would not even have a can of tuna available to them.

And at least real third worlders tend to be able to work hard when they have the opportunity, because they are familiar with lack of food. Gigantic EBT-dependent black women here would be unable to do any work, even if they were hungry, due to physical inability and lack of any type of stamina.

Urban dwellers, take note, because the end of the EBT is coming, and things will be ugly. I myself hope there will be an abrupt end to the EBT and massive layoffs of the government make-work jobs and finally blacks will be equal to whites: they will have to take responsibility for their own lives, just like us. I say again, urban dwellers, be ready because it will be ugly.

Tomorrow I am turning 23 and I confess that I am completely unqualified and also a virgin.

I suspect I have learning and cognitive disorders which greatly inhibit my ability to perform well in a variety of work environments. I am financially in the gutter - I have around 210 pounds to my name, and I am currently unemployed.

I have a bunch of physical disorders too. I have an extremely small and atrophying dick, severe downward curvature too, and I have been completely sterile since puberty. I have a bunch of other bodily disfigurements too - deformed ribs, facial scars and Vitiligo.

I have no close family left and haven't had a close friend in about 3 years.

Tonight I am taking my life.

I wish nothing but pain and misery on all of you. And yeah, if I had access to arms? I would go to my nearest school and shoot it up.

This will be a long story, without much happening in the end, just a heads up, at the beginning.

I got remarried at 48, to a woman with a daughter. Now, this is not a story about my step daughter, but about her friend.

They are both 19, so nothing wrong there, and they do spend a lots of time together. Now, with my life experience, I sensed a vibe in this girl. She is petite, not too pretty, but with nice perky ass and small tits, and she gives off hard sexual vibes. Now, I wasn't sure if this was all in my head, but, after some time, few talks I heard while walking by, she has been sexually active, having trouble with her boyfriend.

This got me interested, so I started jerking off to her socials, through a private account. No contacts or anything, just enjoying her photos.

She is at our house all the time, careless about the way she sits, and they do spend a lots of time in the living room, not really caring about me and the wife being around, which is a bit strange for girls their age.

I swear to God, I felt some kind of a flirtatious attitude from her, towards me, when we meet, and my step dau is not in the room, but I thought it was just wishful thinking, me, projecting on myself.

During the summer, they were at our pool almost every day, and while my step dau, and other girls who would come, from time to time, were wearing normal bikinis, she would wear the skimpiest bottoms you can imagine. I skipped work few times, when I knew that she will be at the pool that day. It was a torture, and a pleasure, at the same time. It became hard for me to hide my boner, so I would, eventually, go to the room, upstairs, overlooking the pool, and rub one out, while looking at her, through the window.

And it was like, she was teasing me, and enjoying it. Again, I thought about me just projecting my wishes, but it was true, as soon as my step dau would go in the house, for something, she would start adjusting herself, bending over, turning that perky, almost bare ass towards me.

It was a misery, and a prize, at the same time.

The climax of this whole situation, came in late September, when they stayed a bit late, and she had to go back home. My wife, usually drives her in such occasions, or her parents pick her up, but this time, wife was out, her parents couldn't manage to come, so it was up to me. My step dau, wanted to come with us, to keep her company, but she declined it, said something like she will be fine.

As soon as we took off, little bitch started playing her games. She knew I had the hots for her, so she just teased me with words.

Told me she is having it hard, since her bf left her, to which I replied, that she has nothing to worry about, there is plenty of boys out there. Not the good ones, she said, I laughed it off, responding that it just looks that way now, to which she asked herself, why can't she find someone like me.

I thought I would get a heart attack.

I laughed it off, again, saying that I am too old and to ugly for a girl like her, and that she can do much better, to which she asked, if I think that she is stupid.

Tangled in these words, I responded with a no.

"Then you must know, that I know, that you like me, in that way."

I wanted to find an excuse, I wanted to say something, anything, but I remained mute, to which she said that she noticed how I looked at her, and reached for my crotch, grabbing me through my sweat pants.

Now, I do not know what would have happened, if I took a turn, and stopped at a secluded place, or if I gave her any feedback to this, except the one she felt in her hand, but I was paralyzed, releasing a grunt from time to time, while she took it out of my sweat pants.

So I just continued driving, with my heart pumping. She was leaned over, licking my neck, and ear, while telling me she knew that I was big.

I came, I think, in under a minute, but to be honest, I am not sure, but I know it was quick. I splashed all over my shirt, with spurts reaching up to my chest.

She giggled, said something like "omg", and kissed me on the cheek.

For the remaining ten or so minutes of the trip, she didn't close her mouth, talking and talking, like nothing happened, while million thoughts were running through my head.

When we got in front of her home, I guess she saw that I was still shell shocked, giggled again, kissed me on the cheek, and told me not to worry about it, that it was nothing, and said goodbye.

And it, obviously, was nothing to her. The next morning, I was sure my marriage was over, that she will tell my step dau, that she will tell my wife, and that I would have to start it all over again. But no, she kept it to herself.

Only, I am obsessed with her now. She still gives me the smirks, and a tease here and there, but I am sure that nothing similar will ever happen again, and I am thankful, yet sad, at the same time.

I confess, my ex has caused me so much, for lack of a better word, misery. When I think about any type of Revenge I could get on her, I have to stop daydreaming about revenge. Because the simple truth is, the things she's done to me are so nasty and terrible, any Revenge would require me to lower myself to that level. And I don't ever want to think of myself being capable of,  although I probably am, being that type of person. I'll share the short dream I had you now. I walk into the room, she is on the floor getting fucked by three men. She looks up to me, and she has this question in her eyes. Now I will give her credit she looks sexy as hell there, and she happens to be wearing the lipstick she knows is my favorite. Duct tape. But she has this question in her eyes, are you just going to stand there and not try and stop this? And I'm trying to answer her back, as loudly as I can with my eyes and by shoving my dick in her mouth as hard as I can, that I have no intention of stopping this. I planned to participate. We never entertain guests together anymore.

i confess i hate you pedophiles and hope the sodding lot of you fucking die a painful death, noone wants you to keep living and wasting air so just do it already.

Do the world a favor and off yourselves now and spare yourself and the world the misery you would cause.

At the very least get the fuck away from this site and crawl back to your darknets.

Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!

Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END

I confess that I am such a bitch. Today - for "Monday's Misery" I sent my cuck-hubby to work with his "little worm" in a cage. His assignment is to find me a couple of co-workers to fuck. If he's good, I'll let him out when he gets home. But he better have some good news for me.