BDSM Horror

When Jason uncuffed me from the bed my heart raced with fear and anticipation. I knew I was in for a punishing session, but I had no idea just how intense it would be.

He grabbed me roughly by the arm and led me to a different space in his dungeon, where he proceeded to hogtie me, leaving me completely vulnerable. I felt the rough rope tighten around my wrists and ankles, restricting my movement completely. I was now in the ass up face down position, unable to defend myself against whatever Jason had in store for me.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I saw him approach with a gleam in his eye. Without a word, he began to fist me again, plunging his hand deep into my pussy with brutal force. I cried out in pain as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper, relentless in his punishment. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain excruciating. I tried to move, to escape his relentless assault, but the ropes held me in place, leaving me at his mercy.

As if fisting me wasn't enough, Jason reached for his box of BDSM tools and started to unleash them on me. The sharp sting of the flogger against my skin, the burning sensation of the hot wax dripping onto me, the cold metal of the clamps biting into my flesh - it was a sensory overload of pain and pleasure. I writhed and squirmed, trying to escape the torment, but Jason's grip on me was unrelenting.

I felt a sense of helplessness as Jason continued to manipulate and control my body, using me for his own twisted pleasure. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, pushing me to the edge of my limits. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, to show me mercy, but he only laughed and continued.

As I felt his fist still deep inside me, Jason got on top of me and plunged his cock into my ass, pushing me to new heights of agony. The dual sensation of his fist in my pussy and his cock in my ass was too much to bear. I screamed and cried out in pain, tears streaming down my face as I begged for him to stop.

But Jason was relentless, his need for control and dominance consuming him. He thrust harder and deeper, his movements rough and unyielding. The pain was intense, the pleasure twisted and dark. I was at his mercy, a mere plaything for his sadistic desires.

In that moment, I realized the true extent of Jason's darkness, the depths of his depravity. I was trapped in a nightmare of my own making, caught in a web of pain and pleasure that threatened to consume me. And as he continued to fuck me with brutal intensity, I knew that there was no escape from his twisted desires.

I was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, a tangled mess of emotions that left me gasping for air. And as the horror of my situation sank in, I knew that I was truly at the mercy of a man who thrived on my suffering. Jason was not just a sadist - he was a monster. And I was his willing victim, caught in a web of darkness from which there was no escape.

I kept wondering why fisting is even a thing? Who enjoys it?

The dimly lit dungeon was filled with the sound of my sobs as I knelt on the cold concrete floor, my hands bound to my feet and tears streaming down my face. Jason stood over me. I kept crying, hoping that he would have a change of heart and let me go. But deep down, I knew that wasn't going to happen. This was not what I signed up for. All I wanted was for him to fuck me, hard.

I thought he heard my cries when he stopped fisting me, but my hopes were quickly dashed when he got down from my ass too. I could feel the fear coursing through my veins and I realized that Jason's punishment was about to get real. I braced myself for whatever was to come, knowing that there was no way out.

I felt a sharp pain in my butt, Jason inserted a syringe into my anus. The moment the cool liquid started to flow into me, I knew what was happening. I had heard of syringe enema punishment before, but I never thought I would be on the receiving end of it. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a choked sob as I felt my insides being filled with water.

The pressure built up inside me, and I could feel myself starting to panic, I could feel my stomach growing bigger from the water, I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation of being violated in such a cruel way. When Jason was done injecting water into my ass hole, he stood back and waited as I struggled to hold it all in.

But I couldn't. As hard as I tried, I couldn't keep the water inside me. I felt my muscles give way, and I let out a guttural scream, the water rushed out of me with a force that was almost painful. It was like I was urinating with my ass, and I could feel the humiliation washing over me in waves.

Jason was quite all this while, I guess he had to concentrate on punishing me.

As the last of the water dribbled out of my ass, I lay there on the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and shame.

Who pees with their butt? Was it even pee or was it diarrhea?