Deadly Sex Games Ch. 9

Sally was able to escape Harold’s cabin after he fell asleep. She stole his truck, an old Chevy that she was afraid would break down on the long drive back. After finally getting home safe she berated herself, as she always did, for stupidly risking her life for an orgasm. She promised herself she would never call Deathmaster again, as she always did. She still masturbated to the memory of her experience. It was fresh enough in her mind for her to have a powerful orgasm that night and several nights after. Inevitably though she found herself becoming more and more desperate for another meeting. She tried to remember the fear, the very real danger. She tried to remember the terror she felt when she really thought she was going to be hit by a train. Being tied to the tracks, completely helpless as it approached. It was no use. She did remember the terror but she also remembered how that had fueled an earth shaking orgasm.

It was only two weeks before she called Deathmaster again. He had told her that eventually he would kill her. She had no safe word, no assurance that she would be ok. He called them games but the consequences absolutely real. She had seen personally seen two people die already and he had said that there were others before. This should have been a deterrent but she was addicted. She could not go back to a normal life. The most hardcore BDSM seemed like child’s play by comparison.

He had her meet him at the abandoned prison she had met him at before. It was after midnight and the place was as foreboding as ever. She was scared and excited as she approached the entrance. “Welcome back,” Deathmaster said from behind her, causing her to jump. “Are you sure you want to continue?”

Sally considered saying no. She could still leave now and be safe. But her pussy was already soaking her panties. She knew she would not turn away. “Yes,” she said simply.

“We have a special treat for you. You might even survive, but that is up to you.” She was forced out of her cloths and chained at ankles and wrists. Now she was committed. No amount of begging would see her free. She was lead through the empty corridors of the prison. The moonlight shone in from the barred windows above; faintly illuminating the way. She was aware that this was not the way she had been taken previously. “We’re taking a detour.” he said, as if reading her thoughts. She began to hear sounds of moaning as they continued. The rounded a corner into an open square. In the center was a girl suspended from the ceiling by her wrists. Her legs were spread wide by chains attached to the floor 10 feet below her. She had a Hitachi vibrator pressed against her clit. Below her, just starting to press into her cunt, was a steel rod. It was about 2 inches wide with a pointed end. “Every time she comes she is lowered further. We will take her down after another hour. She will be fine if she can just keep from coming too many more times.” The girl’s entire body was shaking and she glistened with sweat. It would be easy to think this was from fear if her nipples were not also visibly hard.

Sally thought of herself in that position. Suspended in the dark with powerful stimulation directly on her most sensitive spot. She was not sure if she could stop from coming. The feeling of the spike entering her pussy would only drive her more crazy. She was even more afraid of what was in store for her. She also felt the wetness from her pussy running down her leg. He lead her to a prison cell where her restraints were removed and she was locked in. This was the custom whenever they met here. She would remain here all night and face what was to come after a night of fitful sleep. She expected it was to increase her anticipation, to make her release that much more powerful. It worked.

She was awakened late in the morning feeling quite rested despite the poor conditions. Maybe it was just the adrenaline. She was lead to a large room filled with men. Even more than there were the day she was tied to the guillotine. Remembering that made her pussy twitch. In the middle was a bench with a tank at the top where her head would be. Deathmaster secured a gag tightly in place and ordered her to lie down. Her legs were put up in a kind of gynecological stirrups and tied in place leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable. Her head was placed in the tank with a holder similar to that of the guillotine but with a latex ring that fit snugly around her neck.