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“Hellish Wet-Dream” Satanic & Sadistic fantasy that goes from an SM session to being pulled through a rift to the Kingdom of Sadism

The stench of filth rips into my nostrils as I begin binding and gagging the slave into a chair covered in spikes, nails, and broken glass. The lightning outside flashes through the rainstorm; my face finally revealed, wrapped in her smiling mother’s severed face, this causing muffled screams of sheer terror to erupt from the bowels of my victim’s throat.

“She didn’t beg for long,” I say in a deep raspy voice, almost laughing as a tear drips down from the right eye. To frighten her even more, I say, making eye contact, “But your Daddy did.”

My hand raises into view, her eyes widening, then the blade I am gripping sinks into her cunt like butter. She can feel as the sharpened edge gets caught on her G-spot. She begins mercilessly cum on the serrated blade, soon shaking in perverse pleasure, moving up and down while also turning her eyes towards the chamber walls.

Through ghost-white flashes of lightning, as I am flogging the bloodied female who sits on a cum stained Sado-throne of pain, squealing for more lacerations, we both can see black colored blood begin to drip down from the ceiling above us; a rift, flinging nightmare-inducing sounds of torture, rips open to allow for Skinless Mutants to enter into our world, dragging us by the hair into the Kingdom of Sadism. Read more »

(Bizarre, centipede on human sexual relation) The Centipede Messiah

The Centipede Messiah

It was three o’clock in the morning when it happened, the devil’s hour, as my eyelids flipped open and the sound of insect-like footsteps greeted me. “H-hello?” I called out, half asleep and half awake, into the lingering darkness which encased every inch of my house and the outside landscape. Still, the sound got louder, suddenly filling the room around me till I slammed both hands on my ears.

It wasn’t long before the door swung open, smashing against the wall attached to the entrance, birthing an abomination in the form of a monstrous Centipede as it crawled on hundreds of hairy legs. From its mouth, hordes of maggots crawled out and began to slither into the bedsheets as I screamed and tried to escape, Unaware of the tree branches that had started to grapple onto my wrists and ankles embedding themselves into all four limbs.

“W-What the fuck are you? What do you want from me?” I managed to ask but got no response when out of nowhere, the hundreds of approaching maggots began to slither down into my throat, entering the stomach region. Then, without warning, I opened my eyes in absolute fear as The centipede whipped its tail into view, grabbed hold of my neck as the tube-like limb of the insect tightly coiled around it, slowly choking my tree-bound body. Read more »

(Mistress/ Slave) An excerpt from my highly Sadistic/ Fetishistic book i recently finished (Sadism, Emetophilia, Mistress, Slave) 18+

Her eyes dart from side to side in the dimly lit room, and she tries to make sense of her surroundings. Sharpened hooks pin her lips together, tips pushed through the inside of her top lip and the outside of the bottom—blood leeches from her swollen flesh.

She looks down.
Heels dangle from each foot.
She cranes her neck, looks up. She hangs, wrists strapped to a cross overlaid with the uncircumcised flesh of severed shafts taken during cock-and-ball torture sessions performed on greedy masochists.

The lights flash on, and she bears witness to the glory of this sadistic realm.

Her eyes widen, and arousal ripples through her body. Dead men lie in high piles around her, their penile flesh degloved and sewn back on with fish hooks. Their scrotums are absent.

The tension in the bindings on her wrists gives way, and her arms fall to her knees. She gets up and tears the hooks from her punctured lips, imagining the men’s suffering while also trembling with the thrill of their agony. She makes her way through the corpses littering the floor, feeling up the severed and skinned cocks. She raises her blood-dripping hands and runs them through her hair. Read more »

(WARNING: DOUBLE EXXXTREME NSFW) for: 18+ for Murder, Sadism, Cannibalism. Title: The Dungeon of Mutilation 18+

The edge of my blade drips with blood as I violently sodomize my wife’s throbbing cunt with a jagged-edged knife held tightly in my right hand. As soon as a tear descends towards her lips that vomit forth screams of agony, I pull out the dagger, angrily shrieking, slashing at her voluptuous breasts as she stares deep inside my eyes.

As she lay pinned down against her will, she still looks back at me in a daze of happiness, listening as I say, “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon, my pitiful slave,” holding tightly onto her mouth while also shoving the blade far up her anal sphincter. Suddenly, she smiles through her pain, feeling as her sexual organs begin to throb and moisten in masochistic pleasure. “Fuck me up, master,” she chuckles in excitement, wagging her tongue like a dehydrated dog.

After that, I begin by using both hands to spread open the clitoral lips. Next, with a spreader bar attached to the female’s ankles, I spank her gaping vagina before fisting and slashing it with the knife previously inserted into her rectum. “This is how I punish naughty little whores,” I say under my breath, picking up a sewing kit to desecrate her womb and vomit forth an infection of systematic infertility. The needlepoint glides through her shaky flesh as I annihilate the fucking vermin. Read more »

The house of Punishment

“Wake up, slut!” The mistress orders as my eyes flick open, revealing a house-like setting as I notice my wrists are bound tightly to a metal hook. This hanger nailed into the ceiling of a large room, complete with a wall covered in floggers of sharpened blades connected to chains for whipping bastard slaves, hot ironing brands to mark her servants, rollers with metal spikes—all these torturous objects, fully coated in dry blood, signifies a heavenly adventure that is just about to begin.

“What dirty and naughty things are you going to do to me, Mistress?” I ask as she stares deep into my mind before she begins to approach my premises, moving behind where I’m standing, and feeling her hand sliding up my scrotum, finally groping and jerking me off, causing me to grow hard with pleasure.

As she slowly rubs my genitalia, I hear her respond with, “Little Piggies don’t get to ask questions,” proceeding to smile and tape shut my mouth as I am silently submitting to being disciplined, slowly beginning to feel a stream of off-white liquids dribble out of the throbbing opening to my urethra. Next, I watch as she ever so slowly slinks over to the wall of Sadist sex toys, eyeing me like a wolf to its dinner, pulling a serrated edge knife flogger off the rack. Read more »

my first SM erotica

(Not a story post, it is an explanation of my writing)
Having started writing in December 2019, I have been in the process of writing an erotic book that is heavily based on my fetishes and sadomasochism while also being mixed with non-sexual themes of archaic theistic Satanism, occultism themes, dismemberment, etc.
Having been specifically named “Seven Gates to the Kingdom of Sadism,” it is a conceptual explanation of my sexual psychology, written in the form of a violently satanic adventure that gets more chaotic with each page as I weave the readers into the darkest depths of my thoughts. I have written up to 68 pages so far.