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Dark fantasies: The Stranger with a Knife

Dark fantasiesMy Master has so many dark fantasies that I’m not sure what to do. I’m scared. He has become harsher and harsher with me, leaving more injured and permanently scarred it feels as the farther we move in our dynamic the less he sees me as a person who belongs to him and a toy to push further and further and I wonder just how far he will go. That’s when I woke up, groggy and hungover which was strange because I’d not had anything to drink. I tried to move my hand to rub my eyes and found my wrist chained to the bed. I pulled at my other wrist and then my ankles and felt the same thing. I was strapped to the bed on my stomach. I could move to my knees and get myself up a little but I was captured. I froze when I heard an unfamiliar voice giggle “Oh, you’re awake.” and there is something creepy about a man with a deep bass giggling. I tried to look towards them and then noticed I couldn’t see. I was blindfolded and I screamed, jerking away as I felt a cold metal scraping against my ass. Another giggle and then a sharp, hard, smack with the metal item right across my ass before a hard hand grabbed my hair, pulling back hard forcing me to arch my back to move with the hand. “Slut! Say thank you.” he growled into my ear, running the metal thing across my ass on it’s side. The sharp sting letting me know it was a blade followed by the trickle of warm blood dripping down my thighs and into the dip of my back. The stranger’s fingers ran across the stinging cut and I could hear a low purr as he sucked the blood clean from his fingers. “So sexy. What a good slut you are.” he pushed my head away, my face hitting the metal headboard, I heard a crunch in my nose and a pain shot through my head as blood streamed from my nose over my mouth and dripped from my chin. I gasped, trying to breathe through my mouth and trying to ignore the frog in my throat the tears in my eyes caused. I felt the bed dip and he moved behind me, his cock pressing into my dry pussy making me scream in pain again as he began to fuck me hard and fast. Not caring about my pain as his cock ripped my pussy. Using my blood to lubricate his hard fucking. His blade in his hand gripping my hips jabbing me over and over, running over my skin turning my side into ground meat. I sobbed, screamed, begged for him to stop and he just grunted. Fucking me harder and harder, his other hand running through my blood smearing it on my body. “It’s so fucking sexy.” he said to himself. You’re so pretty in red.” he mumbled. His other hand leaving my hip, tearing out that small chunk of flesh from where the blade tip was embedded. “I’m going to cum in your pussy.” he laughed. “But we can’t let you get pregnant now can we? I want to fuck you over and over again until you’re falling apart.” and I swear the man cackled, his thrusting became erratic as I begged. “No… Please, please, don’t hurt me. Please stop.” my voice cracking through my tears making me unsure if it was a blessing or not when I felt the sharp pain in the side of my neck. Like a bee sting and then the heavy hot flow of blood splattering onto the puddle from my nose on the bed underneath me. It didn’t take long, my arms felt weak and my limbs gave out. I couldn’t tell if the world was getting hard but the pain began to fade and it felt so wonderful I didn’t even care I could feel his cock throb and fill me with cum. That I could tell he was stabbing me over and over again as I slipped into that beautiful sleep that saved me from this man. Truly turning me into a fuck toy to abuse, but at least now I didn’t have to feel it.


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