House of Torment

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Featured Review on this writing by Ailsa McNair

I'm in love with a serial killer..

My sweet,

You look like Odysseus back from his adventures, and I'm so completely ready for you to bind me and rape me. Of course, it will be consensual, but the hook up my ass and the clenching nipple clamps will make me scream through the panties that you stuff in my mouth.

Now that you're so much stronger and leaner, your stamina will strain my endurance to the final breath... well beyond the point of me begging you to cum. Your cock is so long, your thrusts are so powerful. I will climax incessantly and perpetually as you mercilessly spear my core and bludgeon my pregnant cervix. I will bleed all over your shaft and balls. It will be as if you're fucking a pregnant virgin or punishing my cunt in some medieval ritual.


this isn't your baby

this isn't your baby

fuck it

fuck it

fuck it like you own it


I know that you love it when I collapse with exhaustion, when I hang limp like a ragdoll from your suspended contraptions. I dangle so helplessly in your treacherous chamber. Could your wife ever imagine all the damage you've done to me? Would she wince at the sound of you pulverizing my pussy?

She is standing just beyond the dungeon door, my lover. She is listening to my moans; the sloppy, wet smack of your balls against my clit. You've never fucked her this hard. You've never worn out her snatch until the agony becomes a murmur, and the soft final moments of her breathing subside.

You've never cut away the ropes and pulled the curved steel from her rectum the way you will for me once your testicles are spent, once you've drained every ounce of your spunk in my hole. She doesn't fall to the floor with a thud the way I do, my legs splayed so obscenely, and the tiny cherry nubs on my breasts completely crushed where you've tightened the screws until I've passed out from the pain.

She can't hear you as you're standing over me, reveling in my naked and defeated tranquility. She won't see, as you do, the creamy white seed that you've pumped up my glistening gash - that opening to my sex which you've ruined so deliberately. She won't know how your hot semen trickles like a river down my crack, how it puddles beneath my burning butt cheeks.

It's our little secret, my sweet... how you scuff the heel of your boot on my clit and grind me out like a sidewalk cigarette. I suck in my terminal drag, the last lingering gasp of a sperm splattered slut in the center of your cement symposium. My midnight glow is extinguished with a tremble.


You kick my pink cunt

to make sure I am sleeping.

She likes the leather thump,

and the secret you're keeeping.

It will be your pleasure to drape my nudity over your broad, manly shoulders, my pussy only inches from the scruff on your face. The scent of our mating swirls in your head like a smoky love song.

You will tuck away my clothes as a souvenir.

You will wrap me in cellophane and eat me for breakfast.


Submitted: November 07, 2022

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You sure do branch out with this one!

Mon, November 7th, 2022 7:40pm


Is that good or bad, sweetie?

Mon, November 7th, 2022 4:00pm

Ailsa McNair

Your writing has come up, round and round, and up again like a hook in the most astonishing way, Kitten, you're in deep, personalized, enduring the pain of sensual achievement, I doubt you've ever expressed yourself in quite such dramatic if not punitive fashion as this before - you've excelled yourself. Where do you find your self-inflicted repertoire, your innovative self-sacrificial creations, your motivation for that matter?! Brilliant!

Mon, November 7th, 2022 11:35pm


Okay, you just made me cream myself from a thousand miles away.
Where do I find my self-inflicted repertoire? Someone inspired me..

Mon, November 7th, 2022 4:03pm


I think you should do therapy … I sure as fuck am going to see one after reading this… fucking hell!!

Tue, November 8th, 2022 1:31am


I've got some therapy for ya right here, Sam..

Tue, November 8th, 2022 6:12pm

Matt Triewly

Brilliant. Love the images too - where did you get them?

Tue, November 8th, 2022 6:17am


Thank you, Matt! The images? We pass those around in the psych ward. Those are our boudoir pics from the institution.

Tue, November 8th, 2022 6:11pm

sweet lemon

Your writing is like self hypnosis. You enter your other world very closely aligned to your real one.
Your " tunnel vision" captivates me.

Wed, November 9th, 2022 11:44am


So true, Dr. Lemon...
I've got another tunnel to captivate you too.

Wed, November 9th, 2022 6:18pm


Whew! I'm almost too embarrassed to be aroused. (Almost). Erotically bizarre, lewd and yet captivating. Who could put a woman through such torture and debauchery? Surely no woman would welcome it? The depth of eroticism in your mind seems limitless. And yes, that's meant to be a (huge) compliment.

Thu, November 10th, 2022 7:47pm


And I thank you so hugely, Will...
Thanks for reading! I love your comment!

Thu, November 10th, 2022 7:08pm

Lizziewolf way to welcome the dawn of a new day...semen and tears.
Love, Lizzie

Mon, November 14th, 2022 4:30am


Oh wow, it certainly is. Thank you, Lizzie!

Thu, November 17th, 2022 8:31pm


Awe, so sweet! We love you too! [heart emoji here.]

Sun, January 22nd, 2023 8:16pm


Oh, my Valentine, DL!

Sun, January 22nd, 2023 7:50pm

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