I love a violent taboo role play. Especially one that involves medieval torture. When my demented grandfather died, he left me so many fun things. A collection of over 1000 knives, some over 100 years old. And a vast collection of medieval torture devices like a breast ripper, a drunkards barrel, a shrew’s fiddle, a pear of anguish, a fork of the heretic, thumbscrews, an iron chair, a Spanish donkey and a hanging cage. But I have always wanted a breaking wheel and a rack.
I love to torture sex. Can you tell? Well, this week a guy who can find anything for anyone at the right price found me a rack. Although it cost me an arm and a leg, it will be all worth it. So, once I had it set up, I knew I needed to break it in. Like a brat with a new shiny toy, I went looking for someone to fulfill my dark fantasies of splitting someone in two. Normally, I hunt for the perfect victim, stalk them for days, and learn their routine before I nab them. But I just wanted to christen my new toy, so I went with the first one to annoy me.
I Love Medieval Torture
And it was some self-entitled coed who thought her shit did not stink. So, I followed her until it was safe to nab her and stuff her in my car. I drugged her first though. When she woke up, she found herself on my shiny new toy. Already tied to the rack with a ball gag so I did not need to hear her run her bratty mouth. Normally, I enjoy a prolonged extreme snuff kill, but she annoyed me. So, I ripped her in half with the rack to put her out of my misery.
What a mess she made. But I never mind blood and guts. Or the smell and sight of death.
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