tealsphynx
It Goes Both Ways...
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That's my sub's explaination for the strange, gruesome dreams I've been having this week. I'm guessing it's either that, or someone out there has a voodoo doll of me and instead of fluff for stuffing the head is filled with needles, whips, chains, knives, racks, goodness, all kinds of kinky stuff! I can't rememeber much of yesterday nights or the night before it but lastnights is still mostly clear in my head. Just an FYI the post is kinda long.
This rich guy in the town owned a mansion in the backwoods area where he was developing his own little mini city thing. He would kidnap people (mostly men in their early to mid twenties)and bring them to his mansion. There were people locked up in racks, many of them custom made to keep people in these wierd circus contiortionist type poses. They were all pierced up and down and suspension hooks kept them strung up in these racks. Many of them were cut and stitched and had aditional needles stuck into them. One by one he would choose one of his captives to go out into the area where the rack people were threatening that if the captive didn't obey he would share their fate. Each guy would come back into the captives room white as a sheet shivering but otherwise unmarked. No one could figure out if the threats of harm were real or not, but everyone was terrified of him. My sub and I got captured by the maniac. I told him his set up didn't seem anywhere near safe and sane but it wasn't really clear if the rack people were consenting or not, they seemed happy, none of them looked in agony, just in pleasure. He took my sub out into the room I didn't get to see what happened neither did any one else, but when he came back in he looked terrified. The guys put a cap on his head saying it helped. He was white as a sheet and wouldn't talk for a long time. I went and yelled at our captor telling him that whatever he was doing was wrong and definitely NOT SSC! He replied to me "My dear, silence is complience. He didn't tell me he didn't want to go out into my little play room, so he must have wanted to." I managed to get a phone and call the cops. As soon as I heard the emergency line phone answering person I yelled the adress into the phone. I didn't bother telling the situation because the maniac was already on his way to unplug the phone. The next day cops showed up. I'm leading them to all the rooms I know there should be evidence of what's going on. I try to tell them we're not there by choice that we were forced here and that he's doing bad things. But this maniac is an important business figure head in the town so the cops don't believe me. They believe it's a youth group function and that I'm just being silly.
The next day a brother and sister arrive. They're confused. She keeps wanting to go outside to the rack people and help them. She say's they'll get really infected if they stay like that. They find a way to escape and try one night. He makes us hunt them down. They captured her first and told the brother that if he didn't come out they would cut her to ribbons. They can't find him. The two ran away together so he must be close. The maniac decides to make an example to everyone of them. He cuts off her clothes and takes a blade to her breasts. We can see the inside of her breast tissue down to the muscle in places. her breasts are cut open, he lays her back and they spread to look like a strange flower. I guess she and her brother had an agreement that one of them would escape because he doesn't show himself. The maniac says if he doesn't show the sister will be let to bleed to death. The brother jumps down out of the trees ontop of the maniac but gets hit in the head with a branch and knocked out. the maniac makes slow agonizing work of stitching her breasts up. The needle is thick and the string rough. She screams through the whole thing, his hands are covered in blood. From that point on she is his puppet.
We go back to the house. The maniac and his puppet are whispering. My sub and I are hiding under the couch (brave, huh?) I figure if he can't see us he can't get to us. He knows I'm there. He's got cameras hidden everywhere, he always sees us. He bends down and tells me it's my turn to go out to the play room. "No, I don't want to." "My dear, it's not a matter of want. I'm telling you it's your turn you will go." "I'm saying no. I am not complying. I said no. No. No. No. This is not consentual I said NO!" "Saying no makes no difference it is your turn you will go." "No I won't. You've said it's a real dungeon and that you follow the rules of SSC, well I'm not consenting so you can't make me go. I won't." He gives up on arguing with me and starts trying to pull me out from under the couch. I've wedged myself in, he can't get to me and thanks to his taste in interior decorating he can't move the couch it's too big for him to lift. Thank god the boys there are on my side, they won't lift the couch for him no matter how much he screams and threatens. The next day his puppet is gone. He sent her to go get something for The Lion. We don't know what he means.
A few days later he leads us into a room we've never been before. We walk into the room. It's got a high ceiling, the floor is slate tile, the walls are rock. There's a big fireplace in the center of the wall facing the door we enter through. There are four more custom made racks, two on each side of the fire place. In the first rack is a woman, chained down to lay on her stomach. Her back has been whipped until the flesh was split, then that was stitched and she was whipped again until the flesh split. The puppet rotates the rack so the woman faces us. All we can see is her head. Her mouth is held open with a dental ratchet so wide that the corners of her mouth are starting to split slightly. Her face hade make up on it, her mascara has run down her face as she cried. The second woman is chained in an upright spread eagle position. Her arms are above her head, wrists chained to the corners of the rack. Her knees are bent and lifted, suspended by a chain. Her ankles are chained to the rack holding her up. They are positioned close to her hips. She has a roughly woven burlap sack over her head, but it's slashed and bloody. Through the gashes in the fabric we can see cut flesh. Her breasts had suffered the same fate the puppet's had. They were stitched up, but still oozing blood. The third rack held a woman who was chained bent over while standing. Her upper body was parallel to the floor. Her arms were chained to her body. A chain connected her neck to her ankles to keep her from getting up. The rack was merely ment to hold her standing in this position. She has a gag in her mouth. The fourth rack held a man. He had dark, long hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He was muscular, beautifully built and well hung. He was chained in a similar fashion as the woman before him, but with no gag. He is strong even in this position. While her chains are tight and tensioned and she sways with the natural unbalance of her pose, his is stif. His chains have little tension to them and he doesn't sway.
We hear something behind us. It sounds like a man making animal noises. He is dresed in a shabby, short loincloth. He has a mask on his head that looks like a lion's head. His hands are dirty. He runs in and goes to the first woman. He grabs her head and rams his cock into her mouth. He throat fucks her. No matter how much she gasps or gags he doesn't stop. He throws her back. Her feet slam into the wall pinching them between the rack frame and the wall. She screams and pants. The next woman he grabs by her hips and forces her onto his dick. We see her arms stretch and her shoulders dislocate as he uses her like a doll, she starts to scream. He moves her body instead of his pulling her down, down, down repeatedly until he cums. He leaves her there, we can see her pussy dripping his semen. He grabs the next woman's hips as well, his dick is still mostly hard, but a little limp. He stands behind her and starts to fuck her ass. It's difficult to tell if her muffled screams are pleasure, pain, or a mix of the two. Her eyes start to tear and her make up begins to run as his dick gets harder, apperently cumming hasn't affected his continuing the "example". We see blood dripping from her as he tears into her anus (funny word isn't it?) He pulls out of her, pushing her away. Her forehead hits the wall as her rack slides across the floor. He grabs the man's head and goes to put his cock into the man's mouth. The man has his jaw and lips clenched tightly. The Lion grabs The man's nose. After a few moments the man gasps only to have a blood smeared cock jammed into his throat. He gags repeatedly. We can see that the Lions cock is no longer covered in blood. He pushes the man's rack away from him slightly and rotates it slamming his cock into the man's ass in one forcefull movement. The man screams, it sounds like a woman's. The Lion is aptly named. He is an animal. No matter how many time's he came he kept circuiting through the four victims. The maniac leads us away and says if anyone of us disobyeys again they're fate will be ours.
There's going to be a big gala in the town. The maniac, being a figurehead, will have to be there. A few of our captive companions are technology freaks. They've figured out how to use the radio and computer in our room to send a signal to scramble the security cameras. We decide after he leaves we will all pile into my sub's truck ( we were lead there while we were driving home. A "detour" was set up by people with guns firing at us to make us go to the mansion) and leave. It's time to start our plan. The maniac leaves and they get to work setting up the signal. "Go!" The shout comes. We all run outside and pile into the truck. My sub fires her up. The engine roars. We tear down the dirt road leaving a dust trail behind us. We find more men with guns set up to keep us in on the private road. They're firing at us again. Everybody puts they're heads down. My sub is driving strait through them, there is blood everywhere and thuddy squishy noises as we drive through the road.
That's as far as my dream got DH woke me up...I had slept through my alarm. I told him about the dream.. again he say's it's withdrawl. We haven't gotten to play much recently. I told him it was wierd that I keep having these kind of dreams for the last few days now. Some of them so bad I consider them night mares, but I don't wake up through them, not even when it gets really bad. We havne't watched scarey movies, I haven't read any scarey books and I haven't read/watched ect any BDSM related stuff! I think I'm going NUTS!!
This rich guy in the town owned a mansion in the backwoods area where he was developing his own little mini city thing. He would kidnap people (mostly men in their early to mid twenties)and bring them to his mansion. There were people locked up in racks, many of them custom made to keep people in these wierd circus contiortionist type poses. They were all pierced up and down and suspension hooks kept them strung up in these racks. Many of them were cut and stitched and had aditional needles stuck into them. One by one he would choose one of his captives to go out into the area where the rack people were threatening that if the captive didn't obey he would share their fate. Each guy would come back into the captives room white as a sheet shivering but otherwise unmarked. No one could figure out if the threats of harm were real or not, but everyone was terrified of him. My sub and I got captured by the maniac. I told him his set up didn't seem anywhere near safe and sane but it wasn't really clear if the rack people were consenting or not, they seemed happy, none of them looked in agony, just in pleasure. He took my sub out into the room I didn't get to see what happened neither did any one else, but when he came back in he looked terrified. The guys put a cap on his head saying it helped. He was white as a sheet and wouldn't talk for a long time. I went and yelled at our captor telling him that whatever he was doing was wrong and definitely NOT SSC! He replied to me "My dear, silence is complience. He didn't tell me he didn't want to go out into my little play room, so he must have wanted to." I managed to get a phone and call the cops. As soon as I heard the emergency line phone answering person I yelled the adress into the phone. I didn't bother telling the situation because the maniac was already on his way to unplug the phone. The next day cops showed up. I'm leading them to all the rooms I know there should be evidence of what's going on. I try to tell them we're not there by choice that we were forced here and that he's doing bad things. But this maniac is an important business figure head in the town so the cops don't believe me. They believe it's a youth group function and that I'm just being silly.
The next day a brother and sister arrive. They're confused. She keeps wanting to go outside to the rack people and help them. She say's they'll get really infected if they stay like that. They find a way to escape and try one night. He makes us hunt them down. They captured her first and told the brother that if he didn't come out they would cut her to ribbons. They can't find him. The two ran away together so he must be close. The maniac decides to make an example to everyone of them. He cuts off her clothes and takes a blade to her breasts. We can see the inside of her breast tissue down to the muscle in places. her breasts are cut open, he lays her back and they spread to look like a strange flower. I guess she and her brother had an agreement that one of them would escape because he doesn't show himself. The maniac says if he doesn't show the sister will be let to bleed to death. The brother jumps down out of the trees ontop of the maniac but gets hit in the head with a branch and knocked out. the maniac makes slow agonizing work of stitching her breasts up. The needle is thick and the string rough. She screams through the whole thing, his hands are covered in blood. From that point on she is his puppet.
We go back to the house. The maniac and his puppet are whispering. My sub and I are hiding under the couch (brave, huh?) I figure if he can't see us he can't get to us. He knows I'm there. He's got cameras hidden everywhere, he always sees us. He bends down and tells me it's my turn to go out to the play room. "No, I don't want to." "My dear, it's not a matter of want. I'm telling you it's your turn you will go." "I'm saying no. I am not complying. I said no. No. No. No. This is not consentual I said NO!" "Saying no makes no difference it is your turn you will go." "No I won't. You've said it's a real dungeon and that you follow the rules of SSC, well I'm not consenting so you can't make me go. I won't." He gives up on arguing with me and starts trying to pull me out from under the couch. I've wedged myself in, he can't get to me and thanks to his taste in interior decorating he can't move the couch it's too big for him to lift. Thank god the boys there are on my side, they won't lift the couch for him no matter how much he screams and threatens. The next day his puppet is gone. He sent her to go get something for The Lion. We don't know what he means.
A few days later he leads us into a room we've never been before. We walk into the room. It's got a high ceiling, the floor is slate tile, the walls are rock. There's a big fireplace in the center of the wall facing the door we enter through. There are four more custom made racks, two on each side of the fire place. In the first rack is a woman, chained down to lay on her stomach. Her back has been whipped until the flesh was split, then that was stitched and she was whipped again until the flesh split. The puppet rotates the rack so the woman faces us. All we can see is her head. Her mouth is held open with a dental ratchet so wide that the corners of her mouth are starting to split slightly. Her face hade make up on it, her mascara has run down her face as she cried. The second woman is chained in an upright spread eagle position. Her arms are above her head, wrists chained to the corners of the rack. Her knees are bent and lifted, suspended by a chain. Her ankles are chained to the rack holding her up. They are positioned close to her hips. She has a roughly woven burlap sack over her head, but it's slashed and bloody. Through the gashes in the fabric we can see cut flesh. Her breasts had suffered the same fate the puppet's had. They were stitched up, but still oozing blood. The third rack held a woman who was chained bent over while standing. Her upper body was parallel to the floor. Her arms were chained to her body. A chain connected her neck to her ankles to keep her from getting up. The rack was merely ment to hold her standing in this position. She has a gag in her mouth. The fourth rack held a man. He had dark, long hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He was muscular, beautifully built and well hung. He was chained in a similar fashion as the woman before him, but with no gag. He is strong even in this position. While her chains are tight and tensioned and she sways with the natural unbalance of her pose, his is stif. His chains have little tension to them and he doesn't sway.
We hear something behind us. It sounds like a man making animal noises. He is dresed in a shabby, short loincloth. He has a mask on his head that looks like a lion's head. His hands are dirty. He runs in and goes to the first woman. He grabs her head and rams his cock into her mouth. He throat fucks her. No matter how much she gasps or gags he doesn't stop. He throws her back. Her feet slam into the wall pinching them between the rack frame and the wall. She screams and pants. The next woman he grabs by her hips and forces her onto his dick. We see her arms stretch and her shoulders dislocate as he uses her like a doll, she starts to scream. He moves her body instead of his pulling her down, down, down repeatedly until he cums. He leaves her there, we can see her pussy dripping his semen. He grabs the next woman's hips as well, his dick is still mostly hard, but a little limp. He stands behind her and starts to fuck her ass. It's difficult to tell if her muffled screams are pleasure, pain, or a mix of the two. Her eyes start to tear and her make up begins to run as his dick gets harder, apperently cumming hasn't affected his continuing the "example". We see blood dripping from her as he tears into her anus (funny word isn't it?) He pulls out of her, pushing her away. Her forehead hits the wall as her rack slides across the floor. He grabs the man's head and goes to put his cock into the man's mouth. The man has his jaw and lips clenched tightly. The Lion grabs The man's nose. After a few moments the man gasps only to have a blood smeared cock jammed into his throat. He gags repeatedly. We can see that the Lions cock is no longer covered in blood. He pushes the man's rack away from him slightly and rotates it slamming his cock into the man's ass in one forcefull movement. The man screams, it sounds like a woman's. The Lion is aptly named. He is an animal. No matter how many time's he came he kept circuiting through the four victims. The maniac leads us away and says if anyone of us disobyeys again they're fate will be ours.
There's going to be a big gala in the town. The maniac, being a figurehead, will have to be there. A few of our captive companions are technology freaks. They've figured out how to use the radio and computer in our room to send a signal to scramble the security cameras. We decide after he leaves we will all pile into my sub's truck ( we were lead there while we were driving home. A "detour" was set up by people with guns firing at us to make us go to the mansion) and leave. It's time to start our plan. The maniac leaves and they get to work setting up the signal. "Go!" The shout comes. We all run outside and pile into the truck. My sub fires her up. The engine roars. We tear down the dirt road leaving a dust trail behind us. We find more men with guns set up to keep us in on the private road. They're firing at us again. Everybody puts they're heads down. My sub is driving strait through them, there is blood everywhere and thuddy squishy noises as we drive through the road.
That's as far as my dream got DH woke me up...I had slept through my alarm. I told him about the dream.. again he say's it's withdrawl. We haven't gotten to play much recently. I told him it was wierd that I keep having these kind of dreams for the last few days now. Some of them so bad I consider them night mares, but I don't wake up through them, not even when it gets really bad. We havne't watched scarey movies, I haven't read any scarey books and I haven't read/watched ect any BDSM related stuff! I think I'm going NUTS!!