1. Innevitable Insanity (Part 3)


    Date: 12/6/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, BDSM, Cruelty, Fisting, Group Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Male Domination, Straight Sex, Older, Reluctance, Torture, Violence, Written by women, Teen, Author: AirMagick, Source: sexstories.com

    I couldn’t help but think of my therapist as I lied in my cold twin hospital bed that night. He had asked me that one simple question. “And what about relationships, anyone tickle your fancy in your life of education?” Yet, this question was not as simple as it seemed. What he had asked was, on the surface at least, a harmless question about the potential suitors in my life. But what he had asked was really just a way for him to dig into what was left of my soul, to uncover whatever it was that made me so hostile, so… broken. Dr. Vansatch had an entire file filled with information. He knew about my childhood abuse. He knew about my troubled life as a teen, having been picked up by the police on more than one occasion. He knew about my PTSD and all the medical diagnoses done on me. What he didn’t know, was the breaking point. I could envision him pondering this detail with his fat fingers stroking his chubby, middle aged bearded face. He didn’t have the slightest idea how I could have held myself together so well throughout the years, and then suddenly, lose it. If he could figure it out, I could be cured. Unfortunately for him, he would never have the chance to know; as I wasn’t even sure of it myself. I had gone so long, living a life full of pain and suffering, some of it by choice. I had gone so long with a distorted image of myself; I didn’t even understand the trauma until it was too late. I had gone completely mad. As I pondered the events that led up to my impending ...
    demise, my mind wandered. I found myself thinking once again of the night I met Damon. Shortly after roughing me up, Damon had promised me an even I wouldn’t soon forget, and he was right. I remember feeling my right eye swelling up as I pulled on the last piece of my leather ensemble, a black leather vest with a zipper down the middle, and a piece of leather fabric that could hardly be called a skirt. Damon had made sure that my bra and underwear were safely tucked away in his canvas bag of mysteries. “Alright sweet cheeks, are you ready for something you’ll never forget?” Damon asked with a wicked glint in his eye. “Does it look like I really have a choice?” I asked, un-amused. Damon grinned and tore my body from the small bedroom, doubling as a changing room that night. I cringed as I was whisked away through the house. I could feel every eye on me as Damon led me forcefully through the rather large home. It seemed like the house stretched for miles on end as I was led through corridor after corridor. Finally, we stopped. Damon had led me to yet another closed door, in a house that seemed to be full of millions. “Now you listen, and you listen good sugar tits.” Damon began in a deadly hiss. “Once we enter the basement and I get things set up, you’re going to do everything I say. You got that?” I simply nodded my head in response. Damon, apparently satisfied with my meager response, opened the door and led me down a path that would bring fear, pain, sex, and excitement. All ...
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