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Falling in love, love or suffering at first sight are the strongest emotions. After all, the first impression and the first emotion is the basis of a relationship. But most often it is mistaken….

It’s fate

The blond-haired girl Lisa woke up from the sunlight penetrating through the sheer curtains. The morning promised to be full of new beginnings and possibilities. Getting out of bed, she looked at her reflection in the mirror: a complete mess on her head and circles under her eyes. Lisa smiled to herself and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower and dressing nicely, Lisa headed to a cozy cafe around the corner of her house. She usually had breakfast there and then went about her business. This day, with a cup of coffee and a fresh croissant, she dreamily looked out the window, watching the morning bustle. Everyone was running somewhere. In a hurry. And only Lisa could afford to relax. She was a writer and worked only when the muse visited her. The rest of the time she did everything to make the muse come to her as soon as possible: sat in cafes, went to the library, swam in the pool and did fitness and yoga. She had no plans for today. But they suddenly appeared when Lisa noticed someone. In the café, the blonde noticed a modest young man sitting at a separate table with a book in his hands. He looked up, meeting Lisa’s gaze, and her heart sank. There was some special warmth and depth in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Lisa resolutely headed towards his table.

– Hi, I’m Lisa. I just saw you and wanted to ask, “Do you often sit here?” – She asked with a smile, feeling her inner warmth blossom instantly. The stranger looked up, answering with his humble smile:

– Hi, no, not as often as I’d like. But I was lucky enough to drop by here today. My name is Alex, by the way. And you are?

– I’m Lisa. Nice to meet you.

– Nice to meet you, too, Lisa.

From that moment Lisa’s morning became not only fresh, but also full of incredible opportunities. The day flew by quickly and weightlessly, as if magic had touched the ordinary. Lisa and Alex traveled around the city, walked in the park, laughed and discovered common interests. Every moment was filled with joy and mutual attraction. The sunset was flooding the streets with orange and pink light when they decided to end the day. Alex, looking into her eyes, suggested:

– Why don’t you invite me to your place?

Lisa smiled, agreeing to this step into an uncharted world. The girl obviously didn’t expect such a thing, but she couldn’t refuse the guy she liked at first sight. They headed towards Lisa’s house, discussing the day’s experiences and sharing moments of laughter. Arriving at her door, Lisa invited Alex inside. Throughout the day, she never wondered what that big bag in Alex’s hands was, or what he carried in there all day.

A romantic evening

There was an air of excitement and incredible possibilities in her cozy living room. Candlelight danced on the walls, creating coziness and warmth. They talked, sharing their dreams and fears, feeling their bond grow stronger in every word. As the night became incredibly quiet, Lisa looked up, meeting Alex’s gaze, and said:

– Thank you for a wonderful day. I’m glad you’re here.

– I’m incredibly happy that I came to that cafe today and met you. I think it was fate.

With those words, she felt their hands find each other in an embrace and their hearts beat in unison in anticipation of a new beginning. They kissed for a long time, not taking their eyes off each other for even a moment. Alex’s hand lay on Lisa’s knee and slowly crept higher, right under her dress. The girl tensed a little, and the guy immediately pulled back.

– I’m sorry… – Alex started to say.

– Why? It’s okay. I just want to go to the bathroom and powder my nose, – Lisa bent over, kissed the guy sweetly and simultaneously stroked his cock through his pants. Then she stood up, winked at him and walked away.

Pain and pleasure

After taking a shower, Lisa returned to her new acquaintance, whom she had fallen in love with at first sight. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. The blonde pushed the guy on the bed, and herself danced a striptease for him. Left without clothes, the beauty pulled down Alex’s pants and began to lick his hard cock. It turned out that the girl was not so modest as she seemed at first glance. She knew how to suck cock and showed her talents to Alex. The guy only enjoyed the blowjob, and then he himself found himself between Lisa’s legs. He looked into the eyes of the horny blonde and said:

– Do you have a couple of silk scarves? I want to show you something.

– Yes, look in the closet behind me.

Alex opened the closet and took out some scarves. He tied both of Lisa’s hands tightly to the bed with one and blindfolded her with the other. She trusted him and … He was back between her legs and began to lick her pussy gently. Lisa moaned and arched her whole body. The guy’s tongue was actively playing with her clit. When his fingers were inside her slit, she gasped. Skillfully caressing her with his fingers and tongue, Alex made Lisa experience an orgasm in a few minutes. Then there was a pause. The satisfied girl was coming to her senses and waited for the hard hot cock to penetrate her wet throbbing pussy. But Alex seemed to pull away.

– Alex? I want you! Come inside me and fuck me properly…please…I want it so bad!

But instead of a hard cock, she felt her legs grabbed tightly and they too were tied to the bed. Lisa was crucified on the bed and couldn’t move, just as she couldn’t take the blindfold off her eyes and see what was going on.

– Well, that’s a bit much, Alex! You didn’t have to tie me up…” but she didn’t have time to finish. She was gagged, and Lisa was silent. In her head she was thinking: “What the hell?”, “Where did he get that gag?”, “What is he up to?”, “What a fool I was when I let a strange guy into my house”. But the thoughts quickly flew away when she was slapped painfully on her stomach. With a whip or a rod…she didn’t realize, but it hurt like hell. A blow. Another blow. Then a pause and then another blow. The poor girl twitched and mooed in pain, but surely no one could hear her. At the same time, the sadist was silent. He just beat Lisa… and kept quiet.

The flogging ended. After a long pause, when the bound girl already thought that Alex had left, the torture resumed. This time a thin, sharp needle pierced the skin on Lisa’s arm. She twitched as hard as she could. Pain pierced every nerve ending of the girl. But that was only the beginning. The next needle ended up in Lisa’s other arm. Then the sadist pierced her nipple. The second nipple. Blood oozed from all the blonde’s wounds, but there was very little of it. Alex knew where and how to insert the needles, so that it would be very painful, but at the same time safe for life. He abused the bound girl and enjoyed it. When the needle pierced the girl’s labia, she almost passed out. Then he stopped. But the pain didn’t stop for a second. Lisa ached all over where the needles had just been inserted. And then something else stabbed painfully at her stomach and was going up to her chest. Alex had used the Wartenberg wheel. It was clear to Lisa now why Alex had such a large bag and what he was carrying in there. This BDSM master had an arsenal of torture tools in there. And he used them all.

Painful orgasm

The blonde girl Lisa was like in a stupefaction. The day had started so wonderfully, but now she was in pain and afraid to die. After all, Alex (and most likely his name is not Alex) was probably going to kill her after all the torture. She lay there, and it was hard for her to even move a finger….it hurt so much. And that’s when her torturer changed strategy. A couple drops of some cool gel fell on the girl’s pubes, and then a vibrator pressed against her clit. It felt good, but the pain went nowhere. Then one finger of the BDSM master entered her pussy, and then the second, third… It seemed he wasn’t going to stop. Using a lot of lube, the guy silently tried to insert his fist into the blonde’s pussy. Lisa was terrified and it seemed to her that he just wanted to tear her from the inside out. But when the fist entered fully, she felt incredible pleasure. The pain seemed to fade into the background. The sadist’s hand moved back and forth a couple of centimeters, but it was enough to get Lisa high. She was cumming. And much harder this time. And a couple minutes later, she cummed again. The girl was shaking in ecstasy. This had never happened to her before. Alex’s hand left her distended vagina, and then one of her hands was released. Lisa wanted to release herself immediately, but she didn’t have the strength. She lay there and didn’t move. She was still in pain, but it was somewhere out there – over the horizon, and right in front of her there was only pleasure and some strange sick joy. Lisa fell asleep tied to the bed, and an hour later she woke up to the fact that her arms and legs were very stiff and everything hurt again. Then she took off the blindfold. The girl was alone in the bedroom. Alex was long gone. He had left. Untying the rest of the scarf, Lisa slowly got out of bed and wandered to the bathroom. She needed to wash off the blood and gel. Or should that not have been done? She stopped and thought for a moment. Perhaps she should call the police right away? But what would they do? Would they look for the guy who had probably come to their small town today and had long since left. Or they won’t even do that, because he: a) didn’t rape her (no semen); b) didn’t beat her; c) didn’t kill her. After standing in the hallway for a couple minutes, she decided to take a shower and not call the cops after all. After all, Lisa ended up liking what Alex had done to her. Even though he had scared her and hurt her, she had never had such an orgasm before. It was love at first sight. Or not like that. It was suffering at first sight. Now she wanted to do it again. There was another member of the BDSM club.

Story by Nightmare Master © 2024

Original story at Nightmare Porn / Suffering at first sight

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«The ‎Red Pain» BDSM nightclub. Strange name, isn’t it? Although in such establishments everything will seem strange for an ordinary person. Pain is the foundation of BDSM. That much is clear. But why red pain? Hmm, have you ever experienced real pain? That’s the clue.

The third victim

– We got a lead! – shouted one of the detectives who were surveying the crime scene and combing the area, – Here, Agent Galloway, take a look at this.
– What do we got, Agent Kelsey? – Agent Galloway, a dark-haired, beautiful young woman of 35 who had served the law for almost ten years and had seen a lot of things on the job, slowly and cautiously approached where her partner was standing.
– It’s a matchbook. But it’s no ordinary matchbook. It’s a matchbook from some place called, uh, Red Pain.
– A great lead, considering there was nothing near the other two victims’ bodies.
Samantha Galloway picked up the evidence bag, examined the matchbook closely, and handed it to the lab guy and returned to the corpse. A dead naked girl covered in blood was lying just under a tree, not far from the highway. She had been found a few hours ago by a guy who runs around here every morning. The coroners had already done what they needed to do and were about to take her to the morgue. But Samantha needed to take another look at her. She took a seat next to the corpse. Agent Galloway looked at the lacerations on the girl’s body, the deep gash on her neck and the rope marks on her wrists – “This girl was tightly bound and tortured before her throat was slit. Just like the other two girls. We’re dealing with a serial killer.”
As the coroners took the girl’s body and left, Agent Galloway, along with Agent Kelsey, drove to the station. After comparing all three cases that lay before them, they were able to isolate only one piece of evidence – this matchbox. It was lying on the table. Samantha scrutinized it carefully and said:
– «‎The Red Pain» BDSM nightclub … hmm, the perfect place to look for a victim. The killer is clearly one of the VIPs of this disgusting establishment. What should we do? Why don’t we go over there and talk to the owner or the manager?
– I don’t think that’s a good idea, – Agent Kelsey said, – Usually such places don’t cooperate with the justice system. They have their own world with their own rules.
– Then I’ll become part of that world and find out everything. I’m sure those other two girls died at the hands of a maniac after being in that club.
– What are you up to, Samantha?
– I’m gonna go to that club tonight and see if I can catch a killer on the lam. Or at least find out something.
– It could be dangerous. I wouldn’t take that risk if I were you.
– I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. Don’t worry about me.
– I’ll go with you.
– They won’t let you in, – Samantha smiled and put her hand on her partner’s shoulder, – I’m sorry, but you don’t look like a BDSM guy.
– Huh, you’re right about that, – the skinny Agent Kelsey adjusted his small round glasses and continued to look through the case file, – But I’m still not letting you go in there alone. I’ll go with you and sit in the car.

Office romance

Agent Galloway looked stunning in the short red dress with the deep cleavage. No one would ever guess that she worked for the FBI. In that dress, the beautiful brunette with the long legs looked more like a girl of easy virtue. Agent Kelsey had never seen his partner in that dress…so beautiful and sexy.
– What do you think? – Samantha scrutinized Brian’s reaction, – Is it that bad? Or is it good?
– You’re gorgeous, – the guy couldn’t take his eyes off this beauty, with whom he had worked together for more than five years, – Maybe next time you’ll wear it for me?
– Agent Kelsey, what kind of questions are these? – Samantha blushed, but also felt a slight thrill.
– No, no, we’re not at work, so I’m Brian. You remember?
– Of course I remember. So you want me to wear it for you, huh? – Saying that, Samantha got as close to Brian as possible and kissed him passionately. The beauty’s wet tongue ended up in the guy’s mouth and he licked it. Her hands slid down her dress. Brian pulled down Samantha’s panties and began rubbing her clit. She gasped with arousal, moaned and continued to kiss him as he gave her unreal pleasure. Yes, they had been lovers for years. But no one even knew about it, because they were FBI agents and knew how to keep secrets and cover their tracks. But now they were alone and not at work, so they could relax. Brian nestled his lips against his coworker’s shaved pussy and gave her cunnilingus. His cock got hard. As soon as his saliva mixed with Samantha’s vaginal juices, he entered her. Moving faster and faster, the guy worked his cock like a jackhammer. Abruptly pulling it out and putting the brunette on all fours, he entered her again from behind. He liked to fuck her in a doggy style position. That way he could grab the beauty by the hair and spank her tight beautiful ass. She liked that too, by the way. He fucked Samantha in this position for about five minutes and then she sat on his cock. The brunette moved much faster in the riding position and soon felt Brian’s cock start to throb. Then she slid off him and finished it all off with her hand. A fountain of cum splattered onto the guy’s stomach and she stayed clean. She would hate to get that lewd dress dirty. Samantha had a job waiting for her…

A dangerous venture

In a short sexy dress and with bright makeup, a spectacular brunette took a liking to a huge bouncer who stood at the entrance to a BDSM nightclub. The man didn’t even ask Samantha how she knew about their establishment (as he had been trained to do) and let her in. It was very…red inside. All the walls were hung with red colored LED lights. They didn’t call this establishment «The Red Pain»‎ for nothing. Slowly walking down the long corridor to the big hall where music was playing and naked girls were dancing, Samantha looked around. She needed to find: first, the person who could tell her everything about this club, and second, perhaps even the maniac himself. Samantha had a distinct feeling that he was here. He probably came here every day.
The beautiful brunette sat down at the bar and ordered herself a «Sex on the Beach». Just then several men sat down next to her and started hitting on Samantha, openly talking about sex with all sorts of perversions. But as soon as she stepped away from the topic of sex and asked about the club, those men abruptly left. Suddenly, an unassuming man with glasses sat down next to her. He ordered a couple of shots and slid one to her. The man was silent, but Samantha immediately realized that he wanted the same thing from her as everyone else in the place. Men and women come to this BDSM club for one thing – hardcore sex with different fetishes.
– This is your first time here… what brings you to this place? – the stranger did speak.
– I wanted a new thrill. You know everyone here, don’t you?
– I come here a lot. So you could say that. A thrill is exactly what is needed for those who are bound by the routine of modern life. There’s a lot I could tell you and show you.
– Really? I’d love to hear… and see, – Samantha’s mind went blank. She hadn’t had much to drink, but she felt like she was going to fall off her feet, -What did I drink?
– This shot is called «BDSM Night»‎. Enjoy!
Samantha managed to get up and walk towards the exit, and then her legs gave out and she fell. No one even paid attention to it. The girl’s eyes went dark, as if someone had turned off the lights. Then the music stopped playing. Samantha lost consciousness.

A deadly S&M encounter

Naked Samantha lay on the cold table, her arms and legs bound by tight ropes. Slowly coming to her senses, she tried to lift her arm and then her leg… but she failed. Standing next to her was the same stranger who had given her some kind of sleeping pill.
– I’m so glad you came to our club today, – the man said and held up some whips.
– What are you going to do? Let me go right now! You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, – Samantha said, not quite sure, because deep down she knew he was the maniac.
– I’m the owner of this fine establishment and I can do whatever I want. I promised to show you all the delights of BDSM. And I will do it…
The whip came down sharply and painfully on the girl’s stomach, and she clenched with pain. The ropes dug even more into her limbs. It hurt unbearably, but Samantha didn’t even cry out. This hurt the sadist, and he began to whip the girl faster and harder. Of course, she wasn’t made of steel, so Samantha screamed loudly. Sweat protruded on the man’s face as he finished flogging her. Suddenly, the basement doors opened and some young couple walked in.
– Please help… – the tormented brunette said with difficulty, but her words were missed.
The man from the couple took a long-handled taser and began to tase Detective Galloway. He brought the taser up to her nipples and turned it on, then to her clit and turned it on again. His cock stood up as the pervert watched his slave girl suffer. His girlfriend was smiling as well. She grabbed metal clothespins with a chain and put them on the bound girl’s nipples. After pulling hard, almost ripping them off. It was a game to them, but Samantha was in a hell of a lot of pain.
After about ten minutes the couple left and some fat guy came in their place. He licked his lips as he looked at the naked bloody martyr and rubbed his cock with his hand through his pants. The sadistic man took a metal branding iron from the table and went to the furnace against the far wall. It quickly became red-hot and then the man pressed the branding iron against the slave’s breasts. The pain made her faint and he just walked away. Who else was abusing her, Samantha couldn’t know as she had been out for a long time.

The last few minutes

Brian sensed something wrong when Samantha didn’t leave the establishment after an hour. He got out of the car and headed to the BDSM club. The bouncer at the entrance immediately got in his way and pushed him away.
– Get outta here! You’re not on the guest list. – roared the bouncer.
– How about that? – Brian pulled out his FBI badge.
The big guy was confused. He clearly hadn’t been briefed on what to do if the cops came, much less the FBI. He silently stepped away from the door, opening the way for the agent. Brian quickly entered the club and went downstairs. He approached each of the strange guys in the club and asked about the long legged brunette with the brown eyes, but no one had seen her. Brian didn’t believe what they said, but so what? He dashed around to all the rooms where stoned and drunk sadists and masochists whipped each other and had sex. Samantha was nowhere to be found.

* * *

When a tormented Samantha did regain consciousness, her body was mutilated. Her chest was a bloody mess, pierced with needles. And there were some strange symbols carved on her stomach, and there were lacerations everywhere. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even lift her head – she was just lying on the table. The girl only heard the owner of the establishment speaking:
– Mr. Jackson, come in – she’s ready and all yours. You’re the winner of the auction today, so you can kill this bitch any way you want.
A tall man in dark clothing walked over to the table and picked up a knife. He stood next to Samantha, so that she could see him, and put the knife to her throat. A final tear rolled down the tortured girl’s cheek, and then the sharp, cold weapon took her life.

* * *

Running around the club pointlessly and not finding Samantha, Agent Kelsey called the station and called for backup. He explained the situation and the fact that he and Agent Galloway had gone on a mission without alerting anyone. Fifteen minutes later, the club was full of FBI agents and cops. They had combed every nook and cranny of the club and found a secret entrance to the basement. It was full of empty rooms…and nothing else. Agent Galloway disappeared. And most importantly, everyone at the club said the girl was never here. The owner of the place confirmed it. Of course, Brian knew it was a lie, but he had no proof. Resigned to defeat, he and his partners left. And the next morning, Samantha’s corpse was found in the same woods as the other three….

Revenge is a dish to be served piping hot

Samantha was found in the woods on Monday, and after an autopsy and all the standard morgue procedures, she was buried on Thursday. All these days, Brian hadn’t been himself. He realized it was the BDSM club that killed her, but there was no evidence at all. Forensics couldn’t find even a drop of blood in that horrible basement. It was as if no one had ever been killed there. But he knew all those girls had died there…and Samantha. Brian couldn’t just leave it at that. Those bastards were all in on it. This isn’t a BDSM club – it’s a club for murderers, perverts and maniacs. They don’t belong in this world.
Sunday night, Brian was outside «The ‎Red Pain» club again. He calmly approached a familiar bouncer and when he asked: “What do you want here again?”, he hit him over the head with his gun. Driving up to the club’s entrance in an old Chevrolet he had borrowed from the impound lot, he pulled four large gasoline cans out of the trunk. First, the FBI agent went down the steps into the club and poured the gasoline down the long hallway that connected all the perversion rooms. Then he went outside and poured gasoline on the walls. After blocking the door with the car, he got a box of matches (from the same club) and set everything on fire. The fire quickly spread throughout the building and got inside. Receiving terrible burns, the screaming clubgoers ran to the door, but there was a surprise waiting for them.
Brian stared at the flames for a couple minutes and listened to the howls and screams of the bastards who had killed Samantha. Granted, they weren’t all involved in her death, but they were still indirectly involved. As he turned away from the burning club to leave, Brian stopped for a moment and whispered:
– This is for you, Agent Galloway…I’m sorry, Samantha….

Story by Nightmare Master © 2023
Original story at Nightmare Porn / The Red Pain

Many believe that rebirth is a process of reincarnation, imagining a clear picture of a Phoenix rising from the ashes. But sometimes rebirth is just a click in the head. One person turns into a completely different person. Or maybe this is just madness?

Little Layzie

A large man with an kind expression was closing the gate behind him at the shop where he had worked for over a decade. It was Friday. The other workers had already left for the bar or home, and he turned off all the machines, checked the switchboard room, closed all the doors, and only then got ready to leave. It was Lazie Martinez, the local guy that everyone joked about. His name alone made everyone smile. Layzie. How could his parents name a guy a girl’s name? Maybe they wanted a girl. Or maybe they knew what kind of character their son would have? Either way, they were right on the money with the name. No, he wasn’t lazy. It’s just that Layzie grew up a weak-willed, quiet kid who was always on the sidelines. He was made fun of in high school, college, and now at work. Little Layzie was what they always called him, although no one would call another 220-foot man Little. But he never took offense and only smiled kindly when another joke flew in his direction. Usually, Layzie would go home from work, eat dinner and watch old movies before falling asleep in the empty house. But on Fridays, he wanted something special, so he’d go to the bar. Sitting at a table in a dark corner, he would watch the other customers. Layzie would just sit and watch, drink a soda, and then go home. But this time, he came to the bar for a different reason…

Meeting a girl

When Layzie looked into the bar, there weren’t as many people there as there usually were on a Friday. Most of the men had probably gone home to watch the NHL finals. The bar was only showing soccer, and that was on a small TV. Looking around, the man in glasses noticed a cute girl at a table by the window. He felt confident and… almost approached. But the confidence disappeared very quickly, so Layzie just sat down at a neighboring table and looked at the menu. He sat like that for about 15 minutes, and then he wanted to take a soda, drink it and leave, but there was a surprise. The girl was the first to speak to him:
– Mister, you wanted to ask me something?
– Oh, ahem…uh, me? I wanted to. I mean, no. I mean, why would you think that? – Layzie couldn’t get a couple words together out of surprise.
– Well, I noticed the way you were looking at me, – the girl smiled.
– Oh, no, I couldn’t… I was looking at the menu. Maybe once. I mean, I wasn’t staring at you. It was an accident. I’m sorry! – he was embarrassed and confused, and the girl liked that.
– I was expecting a friend of mine, but she got sick. Probably forgave her ex-boyfriend again, and they are making up on the bed in her bedroom, – the beautiful blonde continued the conversation, – So I’m alone in the bar tonight, just like you. Or are you expecting someone?
– No. I’m not expecting anyone. I was just leaving.
– Oh, that’s too bad. Well, goodbye, then.
Layzie realized this was his chance. It was the first time a girl had ever spoken to him first and seemed so nice. Not one joke in his direction for three minutes. He couldn’t just pick up and leave. Not this time.
– I changed my mind about leaving, – Layzie smiled and walked over to the stranger’s table, – I actually wanted to meet you as soon as I walked into this bar. But …
The pause lengthened, and the girl tried to guess:
– Change your mind?
– Oh, of course not. I just, well, I was shy, – Layzie blushed and when he realized it, blushed even more.
The girl’s smile became even nicer. She held out her hand and said:
– My name is Vanessa. Vanessa Cook. Came to visit my friend a week ago. And you are?
– I’m Layzie Martinez, – the man immediately prepared for jokes about his name, but none came.
– Nice to meet you, Layzie.
– Nice to meet you, too.
They sat and talked about nothing. The man felt like he’d known Vanessa for years. She was as easy and pleasant to talk to as no one else. But there was an uneasy feeling in his gut. He had been preparing… but he wasn’t preparing for this.

Voices

– Excuse me, I have to powder my nose. You and I had a great time, and I wouldn’t mind if you walked me to the bus stop, – Vanessa winked and went to the ladies’ room.
Layzie should have been the happiest man on Earth. But he had those strange voices in his head again. He’d been hearing them for over a year now. They were saying bad things. The voices convinced Layzie that no one wanted him and everyone tolerated him just for jokes. One voice told him to kill himself. Others were telling him to kill someone. He tried not to listen to them, but gradually they became more insistent. Now they wouldn’t shut up either.
– Shut up!!! – Layzie said too loudly and looked around (no one was looking), – I don’t want to do this. No! She’s different. She won’t hurt me. And I won’t hurt her. Can you please stop talking?!
Vanessa came out of the restroom and as she approached the table, she asked:
– Is everything okay? You don’t have a face on you? Did something happen while I was gone?
– No, I’m fine. I just remembered something. I’ve forgotten what it was.
– Well, we can go now, if you don’t mind. I’d like to catch the last bus.
Layzie paid for a light dinner. Then he helped his new acquaintance into his coat, and they left the bar together. In his pocket, the man clutched a syringe tightly….

The triumph of madness

Layzie and Vanessa walked down the dark alley and were silent. It seemed to the girl that something was wrong with her new acquaintance. Maybe he had gotten a phone call with bad news or something else had happened. She didn’t know and was too shy to ask. It didn’t take long to get to the bus stop. That’s when the girl heard Layzie’s restrained cry and a single word, “I’m sorry.” Something pricked her neck and everything became like a blur.
He carried her on his shoulder and cried. Like an executioner who’d been ordered to kill someone close to his family. At the end of the alley was a path that led to Layzie’s house. He made his way there stealthily and quietly, so he was unlikely to be noticed by anyone.
Once down in the basement, he gently lowered the girl to the floor and sat down next to her. She was supposed to pass out for an hour or an hour and a half, so he had time. He was getting ready, after all…
There was a real battle going on in Layzie’s head. He was screaming and crying and hitting himself on the head. He wanted to beat those voices away, but it was impossible. At one point he rushed to the phone and started dialing 9-1-… dropped it. He couldn’t do it. Just like he couldn’t kill himself and end it all. Something finally snapped in his head. A click. And Layzie was gone. The same Layzie who smiled sweetly and didn’t respond to jokes about him. Someone else took the helm. There’s been a REBIRTH. Layzie had been reborn into someone else. And this other Layzie had planned this all along. Now it’s time to execute the plan…

Torture and death

The blonde girl began to slowly come to her senses. The picture was still out of focus, but she could move her arms and legs. The tranquilizer had acted sharply and harshly, so the consequences were severe. It took at least half an hour before Vanessa realized she was in some kind of basement. Her arms and legs were shackled with straps from which chains led in four different directions. This was roughly how people were quartered in the Middle Ages. She wanted to scream “Help!” but only a long, unintelligible cry escaped her chest. The doors opened. Layzie came in. But it wasn’t him anymore. Either he was so skillful at playing the kind and simple guy back at the bar, or he had changed so drastically. At first Vanessa wanted to ask him to let her go, but she realized it was useless. There was a psychopath standing in front of her.
Layzie silently walked to the table next to the restrained victim. Turning on the desk lamp, he showed her what she feared most. The table was littered with dirty sex toys, BDSM paraphernalia and edged weapons. This man was indeed turning out to be a sex maniac and pervert. But how could she not see that? She was a psychologist…well, a child psychologist, but still. Vanessa held her breath and watched the silent psycho. She was very much afraid of pain, and even more afraid of death. Her body shook with fear, but she tried not to show it.
A strange man with glasses approached Vanessa, looked at her naked body (he had cut off her clothes at the very beginning and had already collected them in a plastic bag). He twisted some sort of crank and the chains parted a little more, hurting the girl. That made Layzie smile. It was a devilish smile. He picked up a whip from the table and started spanking Vanessa hard. Not aiming, just wherever it hit. The blows came on her beautiful ass, her small natural breasts, and even between her legs. After each blow the girl cried out and twitched, which hurt her even more. But that only pleased the maniac. He whipped her with a whip, and then took a birch rod in his hands. It would have been better if it had ended with the whip. After each lash, the poor blonde was left with bloody marks on her body. When she nearly passed out, Layzie stopped and went to the table. The choice was a dildo tied to a long stick.
– You better get wet, and as soon as possible, – growled the one who until a couple hours ago had been a kind and shy man named Layzie.
– No, please, not that, – Vanessa begged the maniac to stop, but it didn’t help.
Comfortably nestled between her legs, the bespectacled man began to shove the dildo insistently into the blonde’s vagina. She screamed and tried to squirm, but it hurt even more. As much as it hurt and disgusted her, Vanessa relaxed and then the dildo entered her fully. It slid in and out. Faster and faster. It made the girl moan.
– Yeah, so you’re a whore like the rest of them, – Layzie concluded, – All you want is money and big dicks. I’ve known your kind. They laughed at me. But now they’re all going to pay for it.
He abruptly pulled out a sex toy and placed it against the blonde’s anus. The dildo was already coated with her vaginal lubricant, so it entered her ass better. Realizing that it was useless to scream, Vanessa just accepted what was happening. Soon Layzie got tired of fucking the girl in the ass, and he went to the table, muttering something to himself. This time he had a scalpel in his hands. Vanessa twitched as hard as she could:
– No, please! You don’t have to do this! I didn’t do anything to you. I won’t say anything to anyone. Just let me go, please.
– I’ll think about it, – Layzie said calmly, and ran the scalpel down the girl’s leg.
Blood immediately ran in a small trickle down her leg and began to drip onto the floor. As if studying the wound, he looked at it for a long time, and then made the same incision on the other leg. The maniac was about to move higher… to the blonde’s pussy, but then changed his mind and switched to her arms. As he made a couple more cuts, Vanessa, screaming in pain and shock, passed out. But Layzie didn’t care. He made a small incision, watched, then made another and watched again. He was executing his plan and he was loving it. Everything was going exactly the way he had envisioned it when he was just a voice in that weakling Layzie’s head. Now he was in charge. Thanks to the REBIRTH. He can do whatever he wants and he’ll get away with it. Because he’ll be careful. And who would ever suspect a quiet and sweet man like Layzie of wrongdoing?
With those thoughts in mind, he slashed almost the entire body of the blonde hanging from the chains. The blood on the floor was getting bigger and bigger. It was unlikely she’d come to her senses yet. Time to prepare plastic bags and plenty of disinfectant. As he walked towards the door from the basement, Layzie heard the piercing scream of Vanessa, who still managed to wake up for a moment. It was her last scream. Anyone, even the most violent and freaky person, would have flinched at that scream. But not Layzie. He didn’t even turn around. He just walked away. And when he returned, there was a corpse hanging from the chains, which had to be disposed of carefully and quickly.

Workday

A quiet man with glasses was drinking coffee and eating a bun during his lunch break on Monday. All everyone was talking about was some monster who had chopped up a poor girl and thrown her corpse in a bag off a suicide cliff. Only he hadn’t commented on it in any way, and there was nothing unusual about that. He was being his usual self… secretly watching Rachel – the girl from the dining room. She, too, had once laughed at him…

Story by Nightmare Master © 2023
Original story at Nightmare Porn / Rebirth

Castling is a king moves in which two pieces move at the same time: king and rook. They change places. Just like in real life, anyone can switch places with anyone… and everything changes.

Work is the main thing

Attractive brunette with large natural breasts Jenny Ambrose was sitting at work on a Friday night as usual. Apart from her, there was no one in the editorial office. The girl’s colleagues had long since gone home and were doing household chores. And she was working. Jenny was a workaholic by nature and always put work first in her life. Today she was reading her article, which was to be published in the New Jersey Times on Monday. She knew perfectly well that there were no mistakes, but she still had to reread it ten times. Jenny planned to work until 9:45 p.m. and take the last bus home. But time flew by too fast and when she glanced at her watch again, it was already 9:59 p.m.
– Fucking hell, – Jenny cursed out loud and began to quickly gather her papers into her bag and shut down her computer. She ran down the stairs, forgetting to say goodbye to the guard, and dashed outside. But no matter how hard she tried to make it, the last bus had already left, and she had to catch a cab. Everything would be all right, she had money for a cab, but at that time there were almost no cars near the editorial office. The girl stood for 10 minutes, then another 20 minutes, but no one came. She could have stood there until midnight. The only option left was to go through the park to the hospital, near which there were always many cabs. But Jenny was afraid to go through the park. It was deserted and dark there at this time. There was no telling what might be waiting in the dark for a weak and defenseless girl. But there was nothing to do. The busty beauty took a deep breath, clenched her hands into fists and walked towards the park. Jenny thought that she would pass the dangerous area very quickly and nothing would happen to her. But she was wrong…
The park was even darker than Jenny had imagined. She walked very fast and thought about why they couldn’t make proper lighting here. That thought stuck in her head… which someone suddenly and hard hit from behind. A bright flash, a dull pain and nothing else. Jenny blacked out.

Painful awakening

The loud buzzing in her head and the unrelenting pain brought Jenny back to reality. At first she thought she was blind, but it was just blood in her eyes. Blood was everywhere: in her hair, in her eyes, in her mouth. She tried to touch the spot that hurt so infernally, but she couldn’t. The girl’s hands were bound with rope behind her back. Even turning her head was difficult. Every movement was accompanied by bright flashes and horrible ringing. Jenny was nauseous. She probably had a concussion. Trying to look around and realize where she was and what had been done to her, she blacked out again.

Maniac and victim

– Wake up, beautiful! – A loud shout brought Jenny to her senses again, -Are you going to sleep here until morning?
Jenny couldn’t answer. She was still very sick. The pain had clearly lessened, the nausea was gone, the blood had already caked… sleep had clearly done her good. Looking up, she saw a silhouette five meters away from her. It was a big man: tall, with broad shoulders like a quarterback and a small beer belly. She couldn’t make out his face-it was kind of black. When he came a couple of feet closer, Jenny realized it was a black mask. The masked maniac was staring at her, clutching a bloody bat in his hands.
– What are you looking at, beautiful? You want to get acquainted or what? – Maniac looked at the bloody girl with bound eyes for a minute, and then added – Why are you silent? I’m talking to you!
– Who are you? – Girl mumbled with difficulty, – What do you want?
– Wrong answer, – he came even closer, – I want to know your name. Tell me!
– Jenny, – the girl said calmly, as if her fear had magically disappeared.
– That’s better! I’m not to be trifled with! – He took Jenny’s purse, pulled out her ID and looked at it, – Jenny Ambrose, uh, didn’t lie. Good girl. Honestly, Jenny, you’re out of luck.
– What are you going to do to me? – The girl said even more calmly and confidently, and that made the maniac a little wary.
– And we’re about to find out!
The maniac came as close as possible and slapped Jenny. Fresh blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but the girl didn’t even yelp. He lifted her up, untied her arms and threw her to the floor again – she remained silent. This made the formidable big masked man even angrier – he had never encountered such silent girls before. This was already his 6th victim and all of them squeaked and screamed from beginning to end. This whore was silent and seemed thoughtful or something. Maybe it was the concussion. He wished he could hear her scream. He punched her in the face with his fist and heard the cracking of teeth. A few immediately fell to the floor, along with a new batch of scarlet blood. Jenny mewled something in pain, but it was definitely not the cry of a frightened girl. Continuing to abuse his bloody victim, the maniac pinned her to the ground with himself and tore her panties. He started shoving his barely aroused cock into her pussy and mumbled something in Jenny’s ear. The masked man breathed heavily and continued his attempts to enter his victim. When he succeeded, he began to move back and forth as hard as he could, but the girl remained silent…no moans, no screams no pleas for help. A little over a minute passed and the maniac couldn’t hold back any longer and cum deep into Jenny’s vagina. The fact that she continued to remain silent confused him even more. He wondered if this was the bitch’s way of messing with him… silently saying, “You’re a loser at sex. A total zero.” That pissed the maniac off:
– I’ll show you what a zero I am, – He grabbed the bat, spit on Jenny’s ass and started shoving the handle into her anal hole.
The girl was clearly in a lot of pain and disgusted, but she was still silent. Not a sound. The handle went in for a couple of centimeters, then a couple more, and came back out sharply. There was blood on it, too. Throwing the bat on the basement floor, the maniac said:
– Are you going to keep quiet like that? You’re a badass, huh? Then we’ll finish with you!
He slowly went to the table, on which he had a whole arsenal of cold weapons. The pervert was thinking about how he could kill this bitch so that she would scream loudly before she died. Maybe stab her in the stomach? Or slash her throat?
But the maniac had no time to make up his mind – a heavy bat came down on his head from behind. It was reckless to leave it on the floor near his victim. The bloodied and raped girl stood behind him… and was silent.

Unexpected castling

Soon the maniac woke up. His name was Carl Manson – Jenny saw it on his driver’s license, which was in his jacket pocket. He immediately started twitching and lashing out, but the strong ropes held him. Jenny tied him up nicely and sat beside him.
– Bitch, unties me quickly! – Carl roared, – I’ll kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces!
The silence in response quieted the maniac a little. He realized that he was in a bad way and now he was going to jail for a long time.
– Did you call the cops yet? – Fear appeared in the man’s eyes – I should have killed you right away. You bitch!
– I didn’t call the cops. We don’t need that. I’m going to play a game with you. You’ve got the tools for it, – Jenny grabbed a couple of sharp knives and a screwdriver off the table.
– What are you talking about? Are you crazy? Shove your games up your ass!
– Oh, good idea, by the way, – Jenny smiled. It was the first emotion on her face since she’d been in this filthy basement.
Jenny picked up the bat she had recently been raped in the ass with. Coming up behind the bound man, she pulled down his pants and spat between his buttocks.
– Aaaaah, don’t do that! You bitch! No!
– You’re gonna love it… handsome.
The bat handle did its job. Just as it had recently hurt Jenny like hell, now it was doing it to Carl. But unlike the girl, the man was screaming at the top of his voice. Pulling out the tool, the girl looked at the resulting hole in the man’s ass and smiled contentedly.
– Now you are the king of assfuckers! Why are you crying?
– Enough, please let me go. Or call the cops already. I’m ready to answer for what I’ve done before the law.
– Come on, don’t cry. We don’t need the cops. I know how to make you pay for what you did. Let’s keep playing, – Jenny was as horny as ever, – I read somewhere that a man who comes quickly should hurt himself during sex. It’s kind of distracting and delays ejaculation. Why don’t we try it?
– What’s on your mind? Don’t hurt me, please!
– You’re not as scary as you were when we first met. Aren’t you, handsome?
Jenny moved the chair closer to the bound Carl, so that his cock and scrotum were on top of it. Looking into the frightened man’s eyes, she began stroking his flaccid cock. Slowly he was becoming aroused despite the fact that Carl clearly didn’t want sex right now. Once his cock was hard, the playful busty brunette began to jerk him off. The bound man moaned with pleasure. Two minutes passed as the penis in the girl’s hand began to throb. Releasing it, Jenny hit the poor man’s balls with the bat as hard as she could. It worked. He didn’t cum. Except that Carl screamed in a different voice and shook his whole body as if in convulsions. It looked like he was going to pass out from the pain, but he didn’t. When he stopped screaming, Carl just dropped his head to his chest and continued to whimper. Jenny’s hand reached for the failed maniac’s cock again. But no matter what she did to him, he was no longer aroused.
– I think your toy is broken, handsome, – Jenny thought it was funny, – So you don’t need it anymore.
With these words the girl grabbed a butcher knife on the table next to her and with all her might struck where the base of his cock was. Chick. The penis along with the scrotum remained on the stool, and the bound man almost flew up on the spot. Now his screams were sure to be heard throughout the neighborhood. But the girl paid no attention to them. She sat staring at the blood that was pouring from the spot where Carl’s cock had just been. Like crazy, she smiled.
– Well, that makes us even, – Jenny stood up and walked to the door, – I’ll leave you here. Think about your behavior, handsome.
– No, please. I’m bleeding. I’m gonna die in here.
– I can’t help you. I’ve wasted enough time on you already. And I need to rest up for a long week of work. Have a good day, handsome!
As Jenny closed the cellar doors, she could still hear Carl’s screams, pleading and cursing for a long time. Climbing the stairs, she made her way out into some long hallway and then found her way outside. It was a familiar place to her. The closed factory next to her house. It was very dark, but Jenny found her way. No one noticed the bloody girl in torn clothes walking across the street. And no one heard Carl’s screams coming from the basement of the factory.

Story by Nightmare Master © 2023
Original story at Nightmare Porn

If you are going buy something to add to your ToyBox perhaps it is wise to buy quality rather than quantity. A flogger with no balance and made from inferior leather that turns to the consistency of dried spagetti after one use is hardly a good investment. “Oh but it was cheap” I hear you say, “and easily replaced”. Well after you have replaced it a couple of times you could in fact had a good quality one. It is a bit like buying Chinese tools…and then actually using them to construct a Carlo Bugatti Chair. No hope at all.

The same applies to rope. Get good quality. I use rope 8mm in diameter with a 6mm polypropelene inner core, finished with a braided outer core of polyester, available in all sorts of colours. The reason? I can’t afford silk, this feels like silk, very smooth, passes through the hands quickly and it is washable. I used to cut lengths for specific areas of the body. These days I don’t, I just find other things to do with the excess length. But if I was to cut it I can finish the ends with heat so it doesn’t fray. All cotton or hemp rope ends should be finished by braiding, taping or dipping in a rubberized solution available from any hardware store. You can actually color code the ropes using this method.

The person with whom you are playing desires the best as do you. Quite often with a bit of care, and certainly a lot of satisfaction, the toy you make yourself is the best. A casual stroll through a hardware shop and some lateral thinking can afford all sorts of lovely things with which to play. The ingenuity of most kinksters never ceases to amaze me. Be on the lookout for Community run Toy Making Classes and attend. Quite a few leather suppliers also run leather work classes. They have pretty much seen it all, I don’t think anything would shock them. Some friends made the best leather sling I have seen whilst attending such a class.

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Don’t be afraid to comment on the quality of other people’s play equipment that usually results in you being told exactly where it came from. Check out the old-time saddlery shops you would be often amazed at what they actually have and they can repair the old or make replacements for you. Usually at a fraction of the cost from the usual sources.

I have my eye on a 12 foot plaited kangaroo stockwhip currently, which has been hanging from a peg for the past 8 years, at $199 Australian it is a bargain. Also don’t overlook the obvious. A nice round door knob, a piece of rope to keep the head in place, and you have a great gag as well as a submissive in a kneeling position. I witnessed a very old and wise Dominant letting his submissive know she had crossed the line simply by taking her hand and placing a spoon of jam in it. He didn’t say a word, breakfast continued and the submissive refocused immediately. Sometimes you don’t have a toy to use.

Don’t overlook the obvious, the human body. Lots of things you can do without playtoys at all. I have turned up to play with just my forefinger. Couldn’t really leave it at home I suppose. If you frequent bookshops, libraries or simply ask a qualified massagist you will soon learn the pressure points of the body. Some that give pressure some that give pain, others that give a mix of both. I can squeeze a nipple between my forefinger and thumb at a far greater intensity than any clover clamp and so can you. Clit play? Nothing beats a slow tongue and a sharp fingernail. Sharpen a matchstick and have hours of fun with the sole of a foot. Open a kitchen draw and you have a myriad of toys.

Consensual Slavery – Is it a Myth?

John Locke, who defined slavery as a state of suspended war where one person is conquered and has no rights relative to his captor, also said that no one could become consensually enslaved since they cannot give away what they do not own. You can free yourself from a despot at any time by taking your own life. If fear of your own demise stops you, then you can be enslaved by someone who is willing and able to exercise this threat against you. Because consensual enslavement does not include a threat to one’s life by one’s owner, it cannot be real enslavement according to Locke.

“This freedom from absolute, arbitrary power is so necessary to, and closely joined with, a man’s preservation, that he cannot part with it but by what forfeits his preservation and life together. For a man, not having the power of his own life, cannot by compact or his own consent enslave himself to any one, nor put himself under the absolute, arbitrary power of another to take away his life when he pleases. Nobody can give more power than he has himself, and he that cannot take away his own life cannot give another power over it.” –John Locke in “The Second Treatise on Government”

Victor Frankl who survived Auschwitz and went on to create the psychological theory logotherapy, echoed Locke in this when he said, “Everything can be taken from a man but… the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” What choose one’s own way means in that sentence is one’s own way to face death. Once again, if death cannot dissuade you, no one can enslave you.

This is, of course, the genesis of the philosophical argument that no one can actually ever really be enslaved because they always have that ultimate freedom of choice. Many people look on this philosophical hair-splitting with contempt, and rightly so. Taking a philosophical truth that doesn’t apply to most instances of everyday life and pretending that it is part of our daily consciousness is a tremendous mistake. It ignores the historical and present reality that within the moment by moment living of our lives, people are controlled and under another’s power. And it is reasonable to ask whether consent and choice matter if they are not reachable by the conscious mind.

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If we are not going to look to history for the definition of slave and we are going to ignore our philosophers, where do we look? The dictionary is always a good place to find definitions. The second edition of the Oxford English Dictionary defines slave as: “One who is the property of, and entirely subject to another person, whether by capture, purchase or birth; a servant completely divested of freedom and personal rights.”

OK, so the word “slave” is not a great one. What do we do then? How do we indicate a state a person has entered consensually and given up all rights relative to the person she is enslaved to? And how do we deal with the absolute reality that such a person can break her vow and walk away? What is she? The problem is that we don’t have a good word.

But labels serve a useful purpose. They help us communicate what we want to other people and give us a short-cut to describe who and what we are. The word “slave” does not do a particularly good job of this because it has so many meanings, but since there are so few options, we are stuck with it.

Those of us who identify as “slaves” believe in the concepts of “owner” and “property” and relinquish our personal rights and freedoms in the context of our D/s relationship with a partner. The extent to which that transference of power exists is usually limited by circumstance and logistics, rather than by limited power exchange. Consensual Slavery, for us, is often the description for a Total Power Exchange with a Dominant, limited only by the restrictions of living in the “real world” (job, children, spouse), even if it cannot truly be 24/7. Does that make us less a “slave”? Perhaps. Purists aside, however, most of us in the lifestyle are content to use the term and grow weary of the endless debates about whether “slavery” is possible, healthy or legal. If the Master is happy with his property and the slave is able to serve Him satisfactorily, that is all that really matters.