A real experience caused by an accident

page views:1 Publication date:2023-05-07 08:15:19

I'm a girl who enjoys all sorts of intense sexual stimulation. I'm 18 years old this year, and since I was very young, I've had a desire to be bound, a feeling that has grown stronger with age. Before, I only played by myself, binding my hands, putting on shackles, gagging, blindfolding, and lying on the ground struggling aimlessly. This feeling excited me, until one day… My family lives in a high-rise building in a very large residential area. My parents are executives at a multinational corporation, and I always have a lot of pocket money. Recently, they went to France to discuss a project and won't be back for three months, giving me plenty of time to do what I like. Three days ago, I ordered new SM products online: handcuffs, a vibrating egg, a chastity belt, a gag, an anal splinter, gag plugs, etc. This morning, the deliveryman brought them to me. I'm very excited; I have a summer vacation to enjoy them. It's noon now, I've had lunch, and I decided to try out the new things right away. First, I took off all my clothes and put on a turtle shell bondage, clamping my two cute little nipples with an R-chain. I placed the newly bought vibrating egg across my anus, then plugged it into my anus and put on a chastity belt. Finally, I tied my feet, then handcuffed my hands behind my back through the rope binding my feet. Now I was bound myself into a makeshift four-horse reindeer, only able to writhe on the ground. The vibration of my anus made me feel intoxicated, while the fullness of my anus drove me mad. The gentle breeze from the window made my whole body weak (I never draw the curtains when I self-bondage). Everything was normal, and two hours later I ended my self-slavery. A perfect day. The next morning, the postman shouted at the door, "Yingxuan's mail! Is anyone home?" Who sent me mail? I shouted, "Wait, I'm coming right away," then put on a T-shirt and went to collect the mail. It was a large envelope, but when I opened it, I froze. Inside were photos of me self-bondage from the day before, every step of the process, and they were very clear. My head exploded. I walked step by step to the window, wondering which window in the distance had seen me. Just then, the phone rang:

"How are they, little sister? Aren't the photos I took great?"

"Who are you?" I asked in a panic.

"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that you have to listen to me, or I'll release these photos. I don't think you want that, do you?"

"No..."

"If you don't want that, then do as I say! Come to the basement of Unit E, Building C, 17-8 now! Immediately! Don't try to ask for help! You have no other choice! Remember! Come right now!"

Ten minutes later, I stood at the designated basement door, which was half-open. I pushed open the door and went in. Someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth with a handkerchief, and I lost consciousness... When I woke up, I found myself gagged and tied to a huge X-frame in the basement, completely naked. Two hooded men stood in front of me, holding terrifying leather whips, which began to lash me without warning:

"How's it going, you little slut? Feeling good? Look at all this prepared for you. We've prepared an X-frame, an iron cage, a rocking horse, all sorts of instruments, and a multi-functional bed that can hold you in any position!" the taller one said. "Ugh... ugh..."

"From today onwards, you are our slave! Don't worry, we'll release you once we find a satisfactory replacement or when we're done playing with you," the shorter one said.

"Ugh... ugh..."

"Haha, I think our lovely little slave is already eager to taste these tools!" the taller one grinned wickedly. "Then let's not disappoint her! Let's begin right away," the shorter one chimed in.

They untied me from the X-frame, and I struggled fiercely. "Hey! Hey! You don't want to release those photos right now, do you?" Hearing that, I immediately went limp. "You'd better behave, or you'll regret it!"

They placed me on the multi-functional bed in the middle, pulled apart the two posts tied to the top, spread my legs, and fixed me in an M-shape like during a gynecological exam. My genitals were completely exposed to the two strange men, and I closed my eyes in shame. "Oh, look, she's still a virgin!" the shorter man exclaimed excitedly. The taller man said, "Only so far, haha!" Then, he raised the bed so that my genitals were directly facing his erect penis, and then he thrust passionately into my vagina. I screamed in pain, but to others, it only sounded like muffled groans. The tall man was groping me, while the short man wasn't idle either. He climbed onto the bed, removed the gag from my mouth, and then replaced it with his penis, stuffing it into my mouth. A salty, foul taste filled my mouth, making me feel nauseous, but I couldn't vomit. "Listen, you must suck it until I'm satisfied, or you'll be in even worse shape!" the short man said harshly. The groaning was getting stronger, and I spat out what was in my mouth, panting and groaning, but immediately received a slap on the face. "Suck it!" the short man commanded, and I had no choice but to suck it again. After a while, they ejaculated in my vagina and mouth respectively, rested briefly, and then switched positions and started fucking me again. I groaned and cried out, but it was no use. After several changes of position, they sat on the ground. "That was great! I haven't had sex with a virgin in ages," the tall one said. "Anyway, her parents won't be back for three months, and she won't go back to school for another two months, so we'll just leave her here." I felt a chill run down my spine. They had already investigated my situation thoroughly.

"Alright, we'll leave her here for now, but we'll give her some special treatment."

They untied me, bound me in a turtle shell style, tied a knot at my clitoris where my vulva had been cut, inserted a dildo into my vagina, and a glans plug into my anus. They then forcefully put a chastity belt on me. Afterward, they put me on a wooden horse, handcuffed me while I held the horse's head with both hands, folded my legs up to my groin and tied them, threaded a shackle through the horse's belly and fastened it to my knees, and added two 10kg iron weights to either side of the shackle. They gagged me and blindfolded me.

"Alright, enjoy yourself!" With their loud laughter, they locked the door and left.

Now I was all alone in the basement. My entire weight, plus the weight of the two large iron blocks, pressed down on the pointed back of that wooden horse, and an electric shock-like pain shot through my body. The horse's back pressed against the chastity belt, which pressed against the rope knots and the fake penis. The fake penis vibrated wildly inside my vagina, intensely stimulating my cerebral cortex. I painfully faced the darkness alone and began to sob… I couldn't urinate freely; warm semen dripped down my thighs to the ground, and some flowed down the ropes into my vagina, stimulating my nerves. I had spent the whole day in ecstasy, and finally, exhausted, I slumped onto the wooden horse and drifted off to sleep… I don't know how long I waited in the painful darkness, but then I heard the sound of a door opening. They unlocked my handcuffs and shackles, removed my blindfold, and dragged me off that agonizing wooden horse. I twisted and turned, trying to defecate, but since they didn't remove my chastity belt or the glans plug, I wouldn't come out. Then they unfastened my chastity belt, pulled it out abruptly, and shoved a basin over. "Put it in here!" I had been holding back all day, and finally, I emptied it all into the basin.

"Wow, quite a lot. Haha," the tall one said.

"Little sister, today we'll let you taste the pleasure of anal sex! It smells delicious, enjoy it!" the short one laughed.

I looked at them in horror. Although I had bought anal sex toys, I had only tried them briefly. I knew they weren't just going to let me try them briefly... They were busy there, many bottles and jars clanging on a table. They put me on that multi-functional bed, making me crawl on it, my arms fixed to the edge of the bed, my legs curled up and my buttocks secured. They clipped a chain to my nipples and fixed the chain to the headboard. Even the slightest twist would pull the chain, stimulating my breasts. After everything was ready, the short man stood behind me with a large syringe and said,

"Let's do the cleaning first. Now I'm going to pump in 1000cc of cleaning fluid. You have to try your best to hold it in until I say it's okay before you pull it out!"

Before I could even prepare myself, the syringe had already forced the liquid in. I felt a cool sensation rush into my rectum and penetrate even deeper. My lower abdomen swelled up, and I felt extremely uncomfortable, wanting to expel it immediately. However, the tall man glared at me menacingly, forcing me to endure it. Three minutes later, the short man said, "Pull it out!" I felt like I'd been granted a pardon and desperately emptied everything from my stomach. This was repeated three more times.

"The first time was soapy water, the next two were plain water. Neither of them were irritating, and now your body is quite clean. Now let's begin! First! Let's welcome the glycerin solution!" the short man said. I thought three times would be enough, but who knew it was just the beginning... They inserted a plug into my anus and inflated it to secure it firmly. The plug had a hole at the bottom to ensure that every drop of the liquid was forced into my anus without leakage, while a device inside the plug effectively prevented backflow, ensuring nothing leaked out. After doing this, they forced 500cc of glycerin solution into my anus. Soon, my anus reacted, a hot, stinging pain quickly spreading throughout my body. I screamed and writhed wildly, the chain pulling on my glans to intensify the stimulation, while the tall man slapped me. "Even if you scream your lungs out, no one outside will hear you, but I don't want to hear it." He then put a gag with a hole in the middle on my glans. Saliva immediately flowed out of the hole. It felt like centuries had passed before they finally removed the glans plug and forced me to expel the glycerin solution. I looked at them helplessly, hoping it wouldn't happen again, though that was impossible; they were going at it... After a short rest, the tall man said,

"The glycerin felt good, didn't it? Next up is chili water. Heh, it's not even pleasant to eat, so you can imagine how it feels when it's forced down your throat." Immediately, 800cc of chili water was forced in, and my intestines felt like they were on fire almost instantly, accompanied by pain; my stomach felt like it was being pricked with needles. I thought it would be over soon, but instead, they picked up a leather whip and lashed my buttocks. I was in so much pain my vision blurred, and after a long 20 minutes, they let me go. After expelling the glycerin, I had no strength left. After letting me rest for an hour, the tall guy said, "The pepper spray tasted unusual, didn't it? Don't worry, vinegar is next. You know about SM, the stimulation of vinegar is unparalleled. As a reward for your excellent performance today, we'll give you some diluted vinegar." Of course, I knew how potent vinegar was; even diluted vinegar was very irritating. I was so scared I almost fainted. I really regretted not drawing the curtains earlier. And now… before I could even react, 1000cc of diluted acetic acid was pushed in. My intestines immediately spasmed. I shook and cried out, but it was no use. They said, "See you in half an hour," and left. Now I felt like I had fallen into an endless hell, a demon writhing inside my intestines. I didn't know if I would still be alive the next moment; I only knew that my whole body was trembling, and the acetic acid in my stomach felt like it was dissolving me. The strong stimulation signals received in my cerebral cortex brought me back to reality, making me acutely aware of the pain. My vision blurred again, but only 10 minutes had passed. The glans plug sternly carried out its command; not a drop of the acetic acid leaked out. I could only continue to endure the torment, trembling, waiting for time to pass. Finally, I fainted… My mind was still hazy. They finally released the gas from the glans plug, untied all my restraints, and let me expel that demonic acetic acid. I curled up helplessly, my whole body ice-cold, silently watching them pack up their things. An hour later, they strapped me to the bed again, just like yesterday, playing with me from both ends. Unlike yesterday, when I only felt pain, today there were waves of pleasure, like when I bound myself. I screamed and reached orgasm… “You won’t be sleeping on the rocking horse today. Rest well in the cage!” the short man said. Then, my whole body was bound in a tortoise shell binder, and a collar was put around my neck, filling me with shame. A fake penis, even larger than yesterday's, was stuffed into my vagina, stretching it uncomfortably. "This is specially made; the battery lasts for 48 hours. Of course, we won't be here for that long to take care of you. Its working mode and timing are random; nobody knows when it will activate, but it's perfect for you, haha!" A glans plug was then inserted into my anus. "We'll slowly develop your anus; you need to get used to having a rubber rod inserted overnight." Then, a chastity belt was put on me, a ball with holes was stuffed in my mouth, my hands were handcuffed behind my back, and my feet were shackled. Then they shoved me into an iron cage against the wall. The cage wasn't very big; inside, I could only bend over. After they chained my collar to the cage bars, they turned off the lights and left.

I huddled in the cage, unable to stretch my limbs in pain. The acetic acid I hadn't expelled from my intestines was still eroding my nerves. Suddenly, the fake penis in my vagina began to wriggle, and the plug in my anus started vibrating. I couldn't turn over; I could only remain motionless, quietly enjoying everything. Just as I was about to climax, the fake penis suddenly stopped moving, leaving me feeling empty. I twisted and turned, trying to contract my vagina to reach climax, but to no avail. I cried again, cursing myself for being a bastard, a pervert, for binding myself, for doing SM, for turning me into someone else's toy... As I thought about this, I drifted off to sleep, but then that wretched fake penis started moving again, stimulating my nerves and keeping me awake, only to stop just before climax. I don't know how many times I fell asleep like this that night—only to be tormented awake. Finally, I fell asleep because I was too exhausted. On the third day, they came and released me from the cage, removed my equipment, and let me relieve myself. Then they brought me breakfast. I hadn't eaten for two days, and although it was just some bread, I wolfed down everything on the plate. After finishing my meal, I looked at them, wondering what my fate would be today. The tall man said, "Today we'll mainly focus on binding. It won't be as difficult as before, but it won't be boring!"

They pulled me up from the ground and ordered me to put my hands behind my back, left hand gripping my right elbow, right hand gripping my left elbow, forearms pressed tightly together. Then they took a rope, wrapped it around my wrists four times, tied my wrists behind my back, pulled the rope that bound my wrists up two inches, then pulled it horizontally around my right arm to the front, along the upper edge of my breasts to my left arm, then around my back, hooked the knot behind my back, and then wrapped it around the upper edge of my breasts from left to right, finally tying it tightly behind my back. They then took another long rope, tied one end to the large knot behind my back, wrapped it around my right arm from behind, around the lower edge of my breasts, around my left arm, pulled it back behind my back, wrapped it three times, and then secured it at the large knot behind my back. Then they took another rope, tied it to the rope around my wrist, and pulled it upwards from the left side of my neck to the front of my body. They looped it around the lower edge of my breasts, then around the upper edge, and then around the lower edge again, straining to bring the loops closer together. Tears streamed down my face from the pain, but they continued to manipulate the rope. They pulled the rope from the loops around my breasts along the right side of my neck back to my back, securing it to a large knot. They then threaded the two ends of the rope under my armpits and, ignoring my pain, tightened the rope binding my upper body. Now my upper body was tightly bound, my breasts were raised high, glowing reddish under the light, and my arms were pressed tightly against my body, making it impossible to move even slightly.

I stood trembling, panting, to one side. They took out a thicker rope, tied knots every ten centimeters, and attached both ends to iron hooks on the basement walls. The rope was about a meter off the ground, and they rubbed mustard paste on the knots. Then they lifted me up and passed the rope between my legs, wedging it into my anus. I had to stand on tiptoe, otherwise the rope would dig painfully into my anus. "Now, walk forward along this rope!" the short man commanded, giving me a lash. I shuddered and trembled as I walked forward on tiptoe. The rope knots started from the front of my genitals, passing over my clitoris, crotch, and anus. Then came the second, the third… With each knot of rope passing over my genitals, accompanied by the stimulation of wasabi, my genitals felt itchy, painful, and burning, and I leaked vaginal fluid. The orgasm brought on by that pleasure made my whole body convulse continuously, while the oily ropes cut into my genitals like knives, bringing an unbearable tingling and itching sensation. When we reached the end, they made me walk back in reverse. The knots of rope pulled from my anus towards my clitoris, bringing different stimulation and even greater pleasure. My tender skin, pulled in the opposite direction, turned over, and my convulsions became even more intense, yet I couldn't escape the relentless binding and suppression of the ropes. The orgasmic pleasure inside me had nowhere to be released and only accumulated more and more, and I could only moan and groan. After several rounds, I couldn't hold on any longer, my legs went weak, and I fell to the ground… They laid me flat on the bed, but didn't untie the ropes binding me. They wiped my genitals clean, gave me some water to drink, and let me rest for a while. I saw the rope, covered with my vaginal fluid, glistening on it. "I've leaked so much..." I thought in shame. Soon after, they dragged me to a large horizontal bar, from which a rope was lowered and attached to a knot behind my back, suspending me on tiptoe. My arms were pulled to their limit, aching and sore. They clamped many wooden clips onto my nipples, breasts, and lower abdomen. I trembled in pain, my vaginal fluid continuously flowing down my thighs. They used a leather whip to remove the clips one by one. My whole body trembled as the whip struck me repeatedly, leaving bloody welts. They removed them, then put them back on, then removed them again. I twisted in pain, trying to escape but unable to. I could only struggle to stand on tiptoe, my toes aching and swollen. After about a hundred blows, they untied the rope from behind and attached it to the rope around my groin. They then tied ropes to my feet and hoisted me up in front of them, my breasts feeling painfully constricted. Now I felt like I was lying in a hammock, swaying from side to side. They then gagged me and blindfolded me before leaving. I waited quietly in the darkness, unsure of what torture awaited me. A few minutes later, I realized it was wax! Large amounts of wax dripped onto my breasts, lower abdomen, and even my anus. The hot wax tears eroded my skin and stimulated my nerves. I frantically curled my legs and struggled to escape the wax, but to no avail. A strange sensation arose in my anus. The wax tears continued to fall on me until my breasts, lower abdomen, anus, and thighs were covered. Then they hoisted me upside down again and continued to drip wax frantically onto my back, hands, and buttocks. I whimpered in pain, convulsing and enjoying it all, until my entire body was covered in wax before they finally stopped. Now I was in so much pain I couldn't move.

After they put me down, they didn't remove the wax from my body. Instead, they brutally bent my legs behind my back, crossed my ankles together, and tied them tightly with rope. They then tied each foot to my buttocks, took a rope, tied it to the large knot behind my back, wrapped it around the rope binding my ankles, and pulled it tight. My body arched back like a shrimp. Now I was tied up like a horse with its hooves tucked in, unable to move at all. They then hooked a nose hook onto my pretty nose and pulled it behind my back to secure it. They removed my blindfold and gag and hoisted me up about 80 centimeters off the ground. They lit six candles on the ground, pointing them at my breasts and lower abdomen. The wax covering my breasts and lower abdomen was reheated, burning me so badly I screamed. They laughed wildly and pushed my body, making me swing back and forth. The ropes tightened further due to gravity, almost digging into my skin. The skin pressed against the ropes, and the burning candle beneath me, stung terribly. Under this frenzied stimulation, I reached orgasm, my vaginal fluid gushing out. Finally, unable to endure the intense stimulation any longer, I passed out again.

When I awoke, I was placed on the bed, all the ropes untied, and the wax had been removed from my body. There was a large puddle of water under the horizontal bar—my vaginal fluid and sweat. I wondered if there was any excess water in my body, as I was now parched. The upper half of the bed had been raised, transforming into an examination chair. First, they put a collar on me and locked it to the edge of the bed. Then they pulled my hands over my head and secured them firmly to the headboard. They used three straps to restrain my body—one on my breasts, one under my breasts, and one around my waist—and tightened them all. They placed my legs on an iron frame, fixed them in place, and adjusted the angle. Then, they pushed over an instrument with an iron pillar in front of it. At the front of the pillar was a large, terrifying fake lower body. I looked at the device in horror, then at them. The tall man said,

"I'm honored to introduce this device to you. It's an automatic sex machine. It has five settings: 1. Micro-vibration, like a light vibrator, will keep you conscious but you'll never reach orgasm. 2. Light vibration, slightly stronger than micro-vibration. 3. Vibration at its most intense, hehe, almost no one can withstand its intense vibration. You'll experience it for yourself later. 4. Vibration at its most intense + extension/retraction, the vibration goes without saying, the extension/retraction, hehe, it can simulate a human penis withdrawing from your body, and at varying depths, haha. 5. Vibration at its most intense + extension/retraction + electric shock, the electric shock, haha, it will drive you crazy, the voltage and discharge time vary, the voltage is different too, haha! In short, it will bring you to the climax of climax. Don't worry, we'll let you enjoy it right away, hahahaha!"

I was terrified. If this thing were really inserted into my body, would I even survive? But they ignored all that. They pushed the device in, bringing my penis into its operating range, and said,

"You'll have to use it for four hours before we release you. And there aren't any first two settings in our program; the last three are random. Oh, and they rotate too, so good luck!"

Then they turned on the power and left. I immediately saw the machine start vibrating, and its large, artificial lower part slowly extended forward. I was terrified as it inching closer to my vagina. I tried to move my body, trying to stretch it open, but the bed and the machine were too firmly fixed; I couldn't move them. I felt it slowly penetrating my vagina, stretching and opening little by little. Now the artificial lower part was completely inside my vagina and had stopped. It was so big and long, stretching my vagina painfully. I thought it might have penetrated my uterus, because it felt like it was going to pierce me; my vagina felt like it was going to tear. I wondered if childbirth hadn't hurt this much. I didn't know what would happen next; I could only wait in terror for it to start working… Suddenly, it started vibrating wildly, and my vagina immediately felt numb and itchy. I wanted to reach out and touch my vulva, but I couldn't. The belt tightly bound my hands to the headboard. Accompanied by waves of pleasure, I felt extremely uncomfortable. Then it started rotating, its bumpy body rubbing wildly against the walls of my vagina at an astonishing speed. The numbness and itchiness immediately intensified, and my blood boiled. I screamed loudly and shook violently, quickly reaching orgasm. I trembled, panting heavily, hoping for a moment's rest, but it didn't stop, continuing to play with my vagina wildly. The pain mixed with the numb and itchy pleasure filled my brain. "Has my vagina not been ruined yet?" I thought vaguely. About 10 minutes later, it started to penetrate very, very deeply, almost piercing my uterus. I nearly rolled my eyes back, thinking, "Let me die! I don't want to live anymore!" I writhed wildly, and it vibrated and rubbed against my vagina wildly, accompanied by intermittent thrusting that drove me crazy. I couldn't get it out of my vagina. My orgasms came one after another, each more intense than the last. The violent vibrations on my clitoris made me feel itchy and numb, and the intense friction from the bumps on the vaginal walls drove me mad. With each contraction and extension, it penetrated my vagina, cervix, and uterus, making me feel like my soul was about to leave me, and waves of pain shot through my lower body. Just then, the tip of the spurt released a strong electric current into my uterus. I immediately arched my body back forcefully, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. I reached an unprecedented, insane orgasm. "Stop! Let me rest!" But that tireless fake penis was still playing with me wildly... incessant vibration, frantic rotation, violent thrusting. I felt pain, excitement, and exhaustion all at once. Its rapid thrusting, frantic vibration, and intense friction drove me wild, while the occasional electric shocks felt like knives tearing me apart. My vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably, gushing out, and it seemed to be sucking me dry, relentlessly playing with my vagina. I was completely under its control, going wild with it, trembling with its vibrations, orgasms coming one after another, each one higher than the last. The constant discharge made my tightly bound body throb violently, desperately trying to break free and end the machine's torment. But the leather straps held me tightly. With each orgasm, my strength dwindled. The entire basement was filled with my own ecstasy… I don't know how those four agonizing hours passed. I was still alive, but my lower body felt like it was rotting. The machine had been pushed away from my body, and as it was finally withdrawn from my vagina, I felt a strange emptiness. The tall man untied me and slowly picked me up. I curled up in his arms; he made me feel warm. Although he had tormented me like a demon, I didn't want him to put me down. But he still placed me in a large basin, poured in warm water, and, along with the short man, washed me clean. After feeding me, they simply handcuffed my limbs to the four corners of the bed and left. The fake vagina was gone, and the glans plug was gone. The most comfortable night in three days, I slept peacefully. What would tomorrow bring? Never mind...

[The End]

17154 bytes [This post was edited by Ink-dyed Empty City on 2015-07-14 09:11]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/47247.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=47247&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : The modeling schools I've swept up

Next Page : My Friend's Delicious Girlfriend (My Friend's Lewd Girlfriend)