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Deadly Sex Games Ch. 01

By: blackdarth



It all began with a chance encounter in an Internet chat room. Sally was doing her favorite thing . . . flirting with the boys in an adult room, and when stimulated enough by the boys she linked with, getting in some serious masturbation. 

That particular night she met "Deathmaster," a man in the role playing room who talked about killing the women he fucked while they were in the middle of orgasmic pleasure. The idea turned Sally on so much that she had three powerful orgasms from masturbation while they chatted.

Deathmaster and Sally agreed to meet again the following night, and he succeeded once more to inflame her with his stories about deadly sex. By the third night they had exchanged e-mail addresses, and not long after this, Sally actually consented to meet this mystery woman killer. 

He turned out to be a very powerful and extremely handsome man whose physical appearance alone excited Sally. That he had secret deadly thoughts made this encounter even more thrilling. 

Sally, who was an attractive woman of 28, liked the idea of having sex with this man, but she made it clear to him that she was only "role playing" about the killing part when they were in the chat room. 

"But didn't the idea excite you?" he asked. "Didn't you have some great orgasms when you thought about me killing you at that same moment?

"Oh, yes," Sally said. "Why do you think I am here? The idea is so tempting I think I am even considering it."

With that, the man smiled. "I thought that was true," he said. 

"What I hate about really doing it is that I will never know how great the orgasm is until I experience it. And even if it is as fantastic as you say, there is just one great moment, and then that is it," she sighed. Once I am dead, I can't enjoy the thrill ever again. I am just dead."

"Then here is what we can do," he said. "We can role play. I will think up various deadly sex games to play, bring you to the brink, and stop at the last second."

"Yeah," she said, "But if I know it is only a game, the thrill won't really be there."

"That's just it," he said. "One of the times we play, I am going to really kill you. You just won't know which time it is. It is kind of like playing Russian roulette, with one bullet in the chamber. We keep firing it at you until it finally goes off."

"That might work," she smiled. "And I can continue to play until I decide to pull out."

"If you can quit," he smiled. "I have done this with women before. They get so hooked on the excitement of the game they can't quit. They always play just one more time until they get the bullet."

Sally shuddered at the thought. Still. . . still, she knew she had to play. At least once. She had to know how good this sexual experience really was.

"All right," she said. "I will play this game. At least once. Just promise me you won't kill me the first time," she laughed.

"But I can't promise you that," he said. "You will never know when it is going to be your night to die. That is the thrill of it."

"I know," she said.

First Encounter

She came to him in an old abandoned house. There were no lights, no utilities of any kind. The place had been empty for so long the plaster was falling from the walls. There was an old bed with creaking springs and a musty old mattress on it in an upstairs room. He took her there.

He made her remove all of her clothes and come to him naked. He was fully dressed, in heavy dark clothing, black leather boots, jacket and belt. He unzipped his pants and exposed a very large, semi-erect penis. "Suck it bitch," he ordered.

She got on her knees on the filthy floor and took his organ cautiously in her mouth. As she cautiously licked and slid her mouth over it, she felt his cock harden. He put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her face down on his erect, now throbbing organ and she started sucking. He shoved it deep into her mouth and she was forced to swallow it just to take it into her head. She choked on it, but she continued to suck. She thought this was how she was to die; by strangling on his large cock.

Suddenly, however, he pulled his organ out of her mouth. "Get up, go to the bed and bend over," he demanded. She stumbled to her feet and did as he ordered. "Spread your legs and let's see your ass."

She felt embarrassed to be exposing herself like this but she did as he ordered. She felt his fingers sliding into her anus, and then, without warning, his big cock was ramming its way in. He used no lubrication and she was not stretched, so it was extremely painful. He slid all the way into her, then remained in that position, letting her get used to the massive fullness of it in her rectum. Then, she felt his fingers probing her pussy, gently massaging her swollen clit. She felt an orgasm building immediately. 

Suddenly a plastic bag was slid over her head. It fit snug, covering her entire head and was pulled up tight by a tight rubber ring that fit snug around her neck. Sally couldn't breathe!!!

Now, as her lungs contracted violently against the plastic that covered her mouth and nose, robbing her of the oxygen her tortured lungs were demanding, he began fucking her ass, while his fingers massaged her clitoris. 

Her first reaction was panic, but then, as her chest heaved against the hard plastic, pulling it deep into her open mouth and nostrils, she went into orgasm. The climax was so powerful her whole body began convulsing in uncontrollable movements; some call it a dance of death. The orgasmic pleasure grew in strength as her oxygen starved brain brought on hallucinated visions and intense sexual pleasure. The sensual gratification was beyond anything she had ever experienced. The muscles in her vulva were still twitching long after she went unconscious.

Sally woke up on the floor. The plastic bag had been removed and she was still alive. She smiled. It was, indeed, a grand sexual thrill. But she was sure she would never do it again.

Deadly Sex Games Ch. 02



Sally never knew his real name. It was only "Deathmaster." He gave her a special telephone number to call when she wanted to have another session with him.

The sexual excitement of the first session was so intense she could not stop thinking about it. She wanted badly to do it again, but she knew that each time she had an encounter with Deathmaster, he might kill her. But that was part of the thrill. 

After about a week of rationalizing, telling herself how foolish it was to risk everything for that moment of intense orgasmic pleasure, Sally found herself making the call. She wanted to do it one more time. And that will be the end of it, she promised herself. If he doesn't kill me, and chances are very good that he probably won't. I will be through with it.

This time the meeting was in an abandoned warehouse by some railroad tracks. They met in the night and it was an extremely spooky place. But Sally entered the building and Deathmaster was waiting for her. As before, he ordered her to remove her clothing. Then he tied her hands behind her back, put a blindfold over her eyes, a thick ball gag in her mouth, and led her naked on a long walk. She sensed a dirty concrete floor. Then a wooden floor, and finally some old wooden steps until they were on dirt. From the breeze and the coolness she knew they were out of the building.

They walked on stones and they hurt her feet. Then, he had her lie on her back. There was something cold and hard directly under her, running the full length of her body. It was so narrow it hurt her back to lie on it. She was tied there, with stakes driven into the earth to hold her hands and feet so she was spread-eagled in this strange cool place. 

He removed the blindfold and Sally found herself in darkness. There was some light, however, and she realized that she was lying on a railroad track, with one of the tracks passing directly under her, starting at her pussy and ending under her head. Suddenly she was really frightened. It looked like he was really going to kill her this time!

Deathmaster next inserted a piece of iron in her pussy, and used clamps to attach the other end of the device securely to the track. 

"The night train will be coming in another 15 minutes," he announced. "You are going to really like this."

The night summer air was cool but she broke out in a sweat. She wanted to plead with him to remove her from the track and let her go, but it was too late. She was gagged and bound and could not speak or move. 

He stood by, waiting with her for a while, but then disappeared in the darkness, leaving Sally alone to her fate. "Oh God," she thought. "What have I gotten myself into?"

She sensed the approaching freight train before she heard it. There was a vibration in the steel rail under her, and it moved on up through the iron dildo inserted in her pussy. She realized that she enjoyed the sensation.

The vibration soon turned into a rumble, the vibration intensified, and she knew she only had a few minutes left to live. The sensation against her sensitive clitoris was extremely pleasant, however, and she knew she was going to have an orgasm, in spite of her fear. In fact, it was the fear that was quickly bringing on the orgasm.

Suddenly, as the rumbling grew louder, she saw a headlight of the approaching train as the massive steel monster rounded a curve and turned directly toward her. She was going to watch it approach her because it was coming at her from the side she was looking. My God, she thought. It is going to split me in two from my cunt to my head!

Sally started pulling on the ropes that bound her, but they were very secure. She had no time to think. She knew she was about to die a terrible death! She couldn't think because she was having an orgasm that was growing in intensity.

The rail under her was vibrating now, and so was the iron dildo. The massive machine rumbled at her, moving at about 60 miles an hour. Even if the engineer saw her on the track, she knew he could never stop the train on time now!

It was going to be only seconds . . . the vibrating dildo . . . the entire ground was shaking as the monster machine raced toward her naked body lying flat out across the tracks. She was stricken with sheer panic. As the mammoth train loomed her entire body stiffened as the pure pleasure of sexual gratification overwhelmed her. Ripples of ecstasy swept her tormented body. Sally closed her eyes, submitting to her death, determined to enjoy the thing that she had asked for. 

She waited, the muscular contractions in her pussy continuing to sweep her body . . . and nothing happened. The overwhelming noise of the engine and train of freight cars was now beside her. She looked and couldn't believe what she saw. The train had changed tracks just before it struck her. There was an unseen switch a few feet away.

A hobo came upon her about an hour later. He untied her ropes after copping a feel of her breasts. She found her way back into the abandoned warehouse and spent a long time searching for her clothes. She realized, upon dressing, that she had ejaculated. Fluid was still dripping from her pussy and running down her legs.

She swore she would never do anything like this again.



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 03



A month passed and Sally, shaken by her experience with the train, vowed that she would never contact Deathmaster again. But something happened. She had several different sexual encounters with men during this time and she discovered that no matter how good her partner was, she could not reach orgasm. Like a cocaine or heroin addict, she began to crave the thrill. Late one night, after a few drinks gave her the courage, she made the call.

Sally was shaking when she kept this appointment. She knew that her chance of being murdered this time was higher than ever before. While she entered the stark looking abandoned prison building with dread, she was also sensually aroused by the danger.

He was waiting just inside the door. There he forced her to strip her clothes, then put her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. Next he snapped iron manacles on both ankles. They were attached by a short chain so it was difficult for Sally to follow him down the long dark corridor. 

After passing through several prison doors that were shut behind her with a loud snap, Sally was placed in a cell. Her shackles were then removed, and the door was lock shut. "The judge will be here and you will be sentenced shortly," Deathmaster announced. Then he left.

Sally waited, knowing it was a game, yet not liking the severity of the fact that she was actually alone and locked in a real prison cell. It was chilly in the cell, and a long wait . . . probably an hour or longer . . . before someone came. It was a strange man wearing a long black robe. He entered the cell, fondled Sally's body, and announced that he found her guilty. "You will die at the guillotine in the morning," he said. "Your execution will occur in the public square where it will be witnessed by hundreds."

Then he left and the door slammed shut. She tried it. She was definitely locked in her cell. Suddenly this was no longer a joke. Sally regretted yielding to the temptation of another sexual arousal by death.

It was a long cold, dark night. Sally had a mattress and blanket, but she could not sleep. She waited for the dawn and something more to happen.

Just before dawn, Deathmaster entered the cell. Sally was glad to see him. He was dressed like a prison guard, even wearing a gun on his hip. He brought her special clothes to wear for her execution, and made her put them on while he watched. The execution clothing amounted to a simple long black dress and nothing more. No bra. No panties. No shoes. Everything else was removed from her cell. Deathmaster then combed her long hair out and then rolled it up in a tight bun on the top of her head. "That is to make sure the blade strikes clean against your neck," he said.

Sally was shocked at his words. He was acting too serious. "I . . . I've changed my mind," she said. "I want to go. I don't want to die."

Deathmaster looked at her with a stern face. "I don't have the authority to release you woman. You have been sentenced by the high court to be put to death. The die is cast. There is no turning back now."

Two very large guards came after that and put Sally in manacles once again. They also stuffed a large gag ball in her mouth and taped it in place so she could not scream. Then, as she shuffled along in her bare feet, the short chain on the ankle irons preventing her from taking natural steps, they led her down another long dark hallway. They went through a doorway into a large open courtyard that was filled with naked men, who cheered as she made her entrance. She noticed some of them had erections. 

It was difficult with the chains, but Sally managed to climb a set of wooden steps until she reached a high platform on which waited a real guillotine! A blood stained basket lay at the base of the place where the blade dropped. It was there to catch her head. "Oh my God," Sally thought. "This is really going to happen."

Before being placed in the device, the guards stripped Sally of her dress so she stood naked and totally exposed to the men, who by now were actively masturbating. She realized how aroused she was. Then, unlike the classic guillotine forms of old, where the victim looked away from the blade, she was forced to lie on her back on a strange device, with her legs spread, held by leader straps, and her face turned upward so she saw the blade hanging directly over her. She now felt raw terror. Sally's head was slid through a wooden stock, which supported only her upper shoulders, leaving her head and neck hanging. This stock was locked down over her so she could not move. The gag was still in her mouth so she could not speak. She was at the mercy of the men around her.

A cheer went up from the watching crowd and she knew something was going on. It was the executioner. He was a very large Negro. He came up the steps naked, except for a black hood over his head, black leather boots, black leather gloves and a black leather belt. His massive cock was hard and shining in the morning sunlight.

She felt his fingers rubbing her pussy and realized just how aroused she was. The nipples on her tits were hard as iron. He pressed into her, the tip of his large cock just touching her wet, swollen and willing pussy. 

"You will tell me when to pull the lever," the executioner said. "When I feel your orgasm, that will be the signal. Once the lever is tripped, there will be a time delay on the blade. You will hear ticking, like a clock, and will have an unknown period of intense fear before it drops. This is designed to heighten the pleasure of your death."

She felt his hands on her tits, and then his cock was sliding into her. She first thought that if she could hold off her orgasm, she might live. But this whole scene was just too erotic. Sally started to cum almost the moment the man entered her. She saw men around her jacking off unashamedly in front of her, their cocks enlarged and red. 

The sex, the fear, the hanging blade; she could not hold back. The orgasm now ravaged her. She heard the lever trip and knew that the blade was set to sever her head at any moment. The orgasm grew even more intense as she felt the black man ejaculating, his hot spurts of sperm pumping into her pulsating pussy. She was now in total ecstasy, her face flushed, her body stiff as the powerful orgasmic spasms rippling through her, intensified by her fear of the heavy blade above her. 

Suddenly the blade released. Sally was urinating all over herself and the black man when it stopped inches above her neck with a loud Kathump!!!!!!!!.

She realized that the blade did not slice her neck. Someone put a block on it. She was going to live to return another day!

One by one the men in the courtyard now came to her, fucking her excited pussy, giving her a day of extreme orgasmic pleasure. To further torment her, they raised the blade and removed the block. She knew they might accidentally trip the lever and slice off her head at any time. She remained strapped on her back, looking up at the razor sharp blade hanging above her neck. Thus the threat of sudden death hung heavily over her throughout the long sensual ordeal. They did not release her from the machine until the last four men finished by ejaculating all over her body.

She went home shaken, her pussy sore from so many cocks, dripping and sticky with their sperm, and vowing never to do this again.



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 04



By now she was hooked. It was like an addiction. Sally could not orgasm without a maximum thrill, and nothing could top the threat of her own inevitable death. She craved the feeling. 

Her next episode with Deathmaster was as spooky as the others. It occurred at an abandoned industrial complex far from anywhere. The buildings opened into tall structural steel frames that rose hundreds of feet into the air. She was forced to climb, naked, up rusted steel ladders and follow narrow walkways until she reached the appointed place of her "event." 

There Sally was introduced to a strange man who looked tormented. Deathmaster explained that this man, like Sally, wanted the thrill of his looming death to extend the pleasure of his climax. He was a hunk of a man, and his large penis, now semi-erect, excited her just to look at. 

"You will both climb this steel ladder until you reach the iron landing about forty feet above us," Deathmaster said. There I want you to simply fuck. There is danger because it is a very small platform, just large enough to support your bodies. And it is a long climb up there and back, so there is a chance that either one of you, or possibly both of you will fall to your death. 

"Here is the catch. Once in position, the lights will go off and you will fuck in the dark. And it is very dark in here. I have a sharpshooter stationed in the shadows above the platform. He has a night vision scope on his rifle. He is instructed to shoot and kill one of you the moment you are having orgasm. We have sensitive microphones and visuals turned on so we will know. Both of you will climb up, but only one of you will be coming back. And that person must climb down in the dark. The odds are less than 50/50. And you have no choice. If you try to walk away now, you will both be shot dead right now." 

Sally's heart was pounding as she looked at the naked man. He looked back into her eyes. They both knew they had to do this thing. She was at a point where she expected to die. She had to have the orgasmic thrill once again, even if it was her last. He seemed as committed as she was. They both started up the ladder. He let her go first, although that was not a good feeling for Sally. 

She hated heights, so there was additional fear with each rung of the steel ladder. The height was dizzying for her, but she made herself finish the climb. Just doing this was enough to stimulate her sexually so that her pussy was dripping by the time she reached the narrow little platform.

He was right behind her. His cock was very erect now and she knew that this man was as sexually excited about what was about to happen as she was. Under the circumstances, she did not care to know his name, or anything about him.

The platform was very small. To lie flat on it, Sally realized that part of her head and her feet projected over the edge. "How are we going to have sex here without falling off?" she asked.

It was obvious that the standard missionary position was not going to work. He was taller than Sally, and his knees projected over the edge of the platform, which meant that he might slide off, taking her with him in the midst of the act. 

"Why don't I lie flat on my back and you sit on me," he suggested. "Perhaps you can get enough purchase with your knees on the side of this thing that we can stay up here."

His idea was workable, but Sally realized that she was a much better target, sitting upward over him, while he lay flat against the steel platform. She was sure that this was going to be her last fling. She wanted to make it a good one.

He got in position and she carefully squatted over him, and lowered herself on his stiff, throbbing cock. At that moment the lights went out and they were in total darkness. How sensual, she thought, to be doing this in such a dangerous place, while men secretly watched them from the darkness of this spooky old building. It didn't take long for her to fuck her way to orgasm.

There was a loud grunt and she felt his massive cock start to jerk and then pump hot spurts of his semen into her. He reached climax moments before her. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as her own release arrived. 

At that moment there was a loud report. Sally was in deep pleasure with her eyes closed and felt the man's body under her jerk, his pumping penis thrusting violently upward into her pulsating pussy. Also she was sprayed by something wet and warm. Even in the midst of orgasmic madness, she understood that it was her partner that was shot and that she was still alive! She was covered with his blood. It dripped from her face and tits. Her orgasm exploded into intense ecstasy as she thought of herself fucking a corpse. She continued to ride the still erect, still throbbing and pumping cock for several long minutes until the orgasm subsided.

When she started coming to her senses, Sally realized she was still in grave danger. It was so dark she was trapped on this dangerous little platform, with a dead man's cock still in her, and clinging to a tiny little platform some 40 feet over a rusted old factory. Somehow she was going to have to climb over this man's body and find her way to safety. 

Panic was her first reaction. But then, as she sized up her situation, she decided that if she waited right where she was until dawn enough light might filter in the building for her to see to find her way safely down the ladder. That could be a few hours away. In the meantime, she felt the dead man's semi-erect cock inside her still excited pussy. The man was naturally so well hung that semi-erect was very large. As the time passed, Sally could not resist the temptation to fuck that cock again. She discovered that it remained quite firm, even though it was not as hard as it was when the man was alive. Before long she experienced orgasm. She did this several more times that night. The perversion of having sex with a corpse was enough to excite her over and over again. 

When dawn broke, and enough light filtered into the old building to allow her to see, Sally raised herself off that cock, and carefully dropped one leg over the edge of the platform as her bare foot searched for the ladder. She realized that her face was now touching the cock that had given her so much pleasure. That it was a part of a dead man now seemed so revolting she nearly lost her grip and fell. But her foot found the ladder and she carefully made her way down to solid footing. 

It was such a maze of old pipes, machines and walls that Sally spent a long time, carefully finding a way out of the place. She was a mess. Naked and covered with dried blood and brain, her hair a shambles. She looked for her clothes but never found them. She did find her car, but had to walk a long way after leaving the building because the vehicle was parked on the opposite side. The keys were left under a rear tire, just in case this happened. She drove home, very cautiously, not wanting to be stopped by the police and having to explain why she was driving in the nude and covered with blood and brains. 

"Never again," she vowed. But while in the shower, she masturbated and had another orgasm. She had yet another one after she went to bed. She knew she would see Deathmaster again.



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 05



It was with much fear and Sally entered her fifth episode. She hated herself for her weakness because she knew she would probably keep doing this until it killed her. But the temptation to experience just one more powerful "on-the-edge" explosive orgasm was too much for her.

After her last incident, when the man she was fucking was killed in the midst of orgasm, she knew these people were serious. Death was inevitable for her if she kept playing this deadly game. And that was exactly what drew her back. She was addicted to the danger. She never knew such ecstatic sex before. She had to have it one more time.

Deathmaster met her at the abandoned prison again. She was stripped of her clothes, her hands were manacled behind her back, and she was marched between guards down the long hallway. She wondered if it was going to be the guillotine again.

As before, she was forced to wait for hours in a dark, foreboding cell. It was cold and drafty and she was naked. There was an old, bug infested mattress and a blanket, which she used. But the bug bites were terrible. She found something extremely sensual in the biting insects that were invading her body, and spent the night masturbating. By the time the guards came, she was in a sexual frenzy.

The two guards brutally gang raped her in the cell. They took her by great force, which was so unexpected she experienced orgasms with both of them. 

Then, dripping with the semen they put in her pussy, Sally was walked naked into the courtyard where, this time, she saw a hangman's rope over a wooden scaffold. She was struck by sudden fear. 

They marched her up a long wooden staircase. She noticed, like before, the courtyard was filled with naked men, all of them aroused and some already masturbating at the sight of her, being marched to the gallows.

When they reached the top, two men waited for her. Both were dressed in black. One was a priest, who offered Sally her last rites. The other, with a black hood over his head, was the hangman. She stood over the trap door in the floor of the platform, while the hangman slipped the noose around her neck and drew it up snug. 

"You have been condemned to hang by the neck until you are dead. Do you have any last words?" the hangman bellowed.

She shook her head no. Other than the fact that her nipples were hard as stones and her pussy was dripping and swollen, Sally wondered where the sexual arousal would come from. She waited. The hangman came up to her and his finger began to gently rub her excited clit. As he did so she felt the noose growing taunt around her neck and realized that the floor under her feet was slowly dropping away. She stood on her tiptoes, but to no avail. Eventually she was hanging by her neck, the rope closing in on her windpipe and blood flowing to her brain.

The pain was terrible at first. Her body twisted and her feet, which were not tied, began flaying in a subconscious effort to find something solid. It was the dance of the hanged. Her movements only served to tighten the noose. Then, as brain became starved for oxygen and blood, she began hallucinating. The orgasmic explosion was the most powerful thing she ever experienced. It overpowered her. Her feet stopped dancing and her body arched as it stiffened and jerked and orgasmic spasms invaded her entire body. She experienced such extreme erotic ecstasy she did not want it to ever stop. There was no longer any pain and she felt as if she was floating. 

After about four minutes, Sally drifted into a delicious blackness. 

She woke up on the ground. She was covered with a sticky, goo. The crowd of men had ejaculated their semen all over her body after they cut her down.



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 06



Sally tried very hard to never return to Deathmaster. She busied her life with hobbies. She bought a puppy. She joined clubs. She even visited a shrink, although she was careful not to talk about the private events going on in her sex life. She was an attractive woman and had her share of suitors, so she picked a man who she discovered liked to role-play when they had sex. But his games, she found, were too tame. Being simply tied up on a bed while he pretended to rape her wasn't enough of a thrill. She could not orgasm.

She lasted about two months before she broke down and made her fifth appointment with Deathmaster. Once committed to having another experience, Sally knew this would probably be her last. Yet she realized that death, of it happened, was worth the price for just one more fantastic release. And, there was always the chance that she would survive, although she realized, in this deadly game of Russian roulette, there were less bullets in the chamber with each visit she made.

This time she met Deathmaster in a sleazy hotel in a run-down part of the city. As usual, the meeting was held late at night when business were closed and the only people out and about were the whores and dark figures seeking sex or drugs. 

"Tonight you are going to do something very daring," Deathmaster said. "You are going to be a whore and sell your body to men. This is a black part of town and very dangerous. You will be 'fresh meat' on these streets. You have great tits and ass so I think you will get a lot of business. This room is your headquarters."

"That sounds exciting and I think I will like it, but where is the real danger?" Sally asked.

"Obviously you haven't been watching the news," Deathmaster said. "There is a killer in this area who is stalking prostitutes. And if he doesn't meet up with you, there is always the chance of venereal infection or AIDS. Or you could get yourself arrested and spend the night in jail. If you get customers, you are going to fuck these guys without any protection."

That announcement shocked Sally. But she immediately understood the brilliance of the scheme. Her chances of survival from this encounter were probably going to be less than 50 percent. Her heart was racing when she stepped into the dark street, dressed in a short mini-skirt, low cut top, black nylons and black high heels. No underwear. She was dressed for the business. She noticed that she was nearly alone. Most of the regular whores had vacated the area until police found the killer. She found a place on the block and waited for her first "customer."

It wasn't long before a large black sedan pulled up to the curb and a large black man called to her from a partly opened window: "Hey bitch, how much?" Sally approached the car, trying to see the man behind the voice, but the windows were deeply tinted and it was impossible. She decided to play the roll. "Thirty for a blow job, and fifty for a lay," she said, trying to sound as professional as she could.

The car door swung open and the voice ordered: "Get in."

Sally approached the car with caution, thinking that she needed to lure her client into the hotel room. But she wasn't quick enough. Three big men stepped out, grabbed her and forced her bodily into the car even as it was speeding off into the night. "Oh, god, what have I gotten myself into now?" she thought. She was pinned between two very large black men in the back seat and two more riding in the front. The man in the front passenger seat pulled a handgun, which he pointed at Sally's head. There was an evil grin on his face.

"Suck it!" a voice ordered. She looked down, and the reflections from the occasional street lights they passed showed that the man on her left was exposing a very large black and uncircumcised cock. It was the biggest penis she had ever seen. It was lying like a horse cock, semi-erect, across the man's lap. 

"You got the money?" she timidly asked. Her voice quivered and Sally knew that the men knew how frightened she was.

"God damn you, you fucking whore, suck that cock!" the black man demanded. Even as he spoke, his big hands were grabbing her head and pulling her face down on his massive organ. There was room in the big car for her to roll down on the floor and get on her knees between the man's legs. She took his cock in her hands and carefully put her mouth over the head of it. There was a pungent odor of urine and other women's juices. She knew this was an unwashed and very dirty cock. 

She hesitated a moment too long and felt the cold steel barrel of the gun pressed at the back of her head. "SUCK IT!" the other man shouted. She opened her mouth and took the head of the massive cock to her lips.

It was a foul taste, but as she began running her lips over the man's massive organ, and she felt it growing harder in her mouth, the sensual excitement began to build in her groin. This was the kind of danger she loved. Forced at gunpoint to suck a stranger's dirty cock and not knowing if she would live out the night, or walk away having contracted a deadly disease. She began sucking harder as her fingers reached under her short skirt for her own pussy. She was not wearing panties.

She sucked hard and it was not long before the man's cock was very erect. He now had his hands on the back of her head, forcing her face down on his throbbing organ, as she continued to suck it as hard as she could. Suddenly he moaned, she felt the cock in her mouth grow very stiff, and then it began to jerk as his muscular contractions started pumping globs of hot thick semen into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as the cock ejaculated its load into her mouth.

The man's great cock was still spurting his seed when Sally felt the car make a turn and felt it come to a stop. The doors were opened and she felt herself being pulled away from the black man's throbbing penis. She was pulled from the car and thrown on the ground. They were in a secluded wooded area. She had no idea where they were. It was very dark. 

There the men literally ripped the clothes from Sally's body and gang raped her, at gunpoint. She felt a big cock slide into her anus, another man crawled under her and began fucking her pussy. She waited for another cock in her mouth, but instead of that, it was the gun. The man she sucked slid it deep in her mouth. "Suck on that, bitch," he said. "And when we are done with you, we pull the trigger."

She suddenly experienced a powerful orgasm as the two hard black cocks violated her ass and her pussy. Her orgasmic muscular contractions caused both men to ejaculate in her together. All three of them moaned aloud as they reached sexual release in unison. 

Just then there was a loud click as the man with the gun pulled back the firing pin. Sally, who was in the midst of a powerful orgasm, was thrown into an even higher state of ecstasy as she waited for the bullet. There was a "click," and that was all. There were no bullets in the gun. Sally was going to live through yet another episode.

The fourth black man then took his turn, fucking her hard on the ground until pumping his seed into her already slippery and filled pussy. None of them used any kind of protection. She continued experiencing orgasms, one on top of another, until they were finished with her. Then the four black men got in the car and drove off into the night, leaving Sally alone and naked in a forest of trees, brush and bugs. 

Her clothes were ripped and torn, and she could not salvage anything except the high heeled shoes, which were not the right thing for a long walk back to civilization. It took some creative thinking to get home after this event. After walking to a farm home, she found an old man's shirt and pants on a scare-crow in the garden, and "borrowed" them to cover her nakedness. Then, looking like a bum, she slowly found her way back to the city and her home. It took her two days but she did it. Her feet were so blistered she couldn't walk for a week.



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 07



After her adventure disguised as a working whore, Sally could not get the excitement of this experience out of her mind. She thought of creating her own sexual adventure by dressing like a prostitute and hanging out in dangerous areas of the city. Maybe she did not need Deathmaster to create situations where she could enjoy explosive orgasms. 

The following weekend, Sally made up her mind. It was another hot, steamy summer night. She put on black nylons, a very short mini-skirt, a low cut top, and high heels, then drove to the sleezy part of town. There, she rented a room another run-down old hotel. The old hotel clerk didn't blink an eye, although she noticed him looking her over. 

Sally nervously walked out on the street and took a place along the side of a building, near a street light. She noticed that the street was almost barren, with only a few shadowy figures moving quickly about. There were cars passing, and she noticed that she was catching the eyes of many of the men in those cars. A white whore in the middle of a black part of town. Her heart raced because she sensed that she was in a truly dangerous situation. 

Suddenly from around the corner came a gang of young black men. They came straight for Sally. It looked like about a dozen men, all on their late teens or early 20s. They were all dressed in colors, all of them walking cocky. They surrounded Sally.

"Well look what we got here," one of the men said. "A white bitch on our street."

"I mean no harm," Sally stuttered. She was suddenly very afraid as this gang closed in on her.

The speaker, obviously the leader, suddenly produced a knife and he pressed the blade against her throat. "What you doin' here pig-bitch?" he asked. "You tryin' to sell a little pussy to us black boys?"

"Yes," she said. "Please don't hurt me"

"Well, we ain't buyin no white pussy," the man answered. "We just take what we want. We make slaves out of white pig-bitches. We make them suck our big black cocks and then when we are done, we take care of them, if you know what I mean," he snarled as the steel lightly sliced across her neck.

Sally was sweating in fear now. But she realized that her pussy was getting very wet. This was the very kind of danger she craved. Except this time it was not controlled danger. She was in extreme danger now, and Deathmaster wasn't around to turn it off if things got out of hand.

She felt hands grabbing her, and the gang quickly force marched her into a dark alley. There, they tore away her clothes and forced her on her knees in the filth of months of garbage, animal and human waste and who knew what else. There they raped her, forcing her at knifepoint to lie in the filth while they took turns ramming their throbbing black cocks deep in her pussy, her rectum and her mouth. She had her first orgasm when the second black, a big slow thinking man with a very large penis, was fucking her excited pussy. The orgasms continued and grew more intense as she took them all. All the time she knew that they were probably going to slit her throat when they were finished with her and leave her body in the alley.

Sally was fucked that night by 13 different black men. When they through with her, the leader moved in with his knife, obviously prepared for the kill. As he raised the knife to her throat for the slash, a powerful voice shouted "Stop!" The would-be killer froze. Everyone looked to see a large, well-dressed black man in a black leather trench coat standing silhouetted against the light entering the alley from the street. 

"Who in hell are you," the would-be killer roared.

"It don't matter who I am. You put the knife down and bring the woman to me," the big man said in a demanding voice.

"Fuck you," the killer answered. Sally felt the knife pressing harder against her neck and prepared to die. Her nipples were hard as stones. Her exploited pussy swollen; pulsating. Her clit was erect like a tiny penis. This was the way she expected to go out, still in orgasm. The ejaculate from all 13 men running from her rectum and pussy.

Suddenly the air resounded from the sound of gunfire. Bullets flew around Sally's head. The man with the knife was the first to die. Other members of the gang fell while others tried to run but dropped in their tracks. When it was over, Sally was lying naked, but still alive in the midst of the blood and bodies of the dead. Some of the youths still had their pants down, their cocks semi-erect as they died.

"Get up and come here," the big man ordered. Sally climbed to her feet and walked cautiously to the man, expecting to be shot dead at any moment. 

"What you doin' in this area?" the man demanded.

"I....I....was...."

"Sellin your body," he finished.

"Yes."

"Don't you know the rules?" he scolded. "No bitch works these streets without my OK."

"I...I...didn't know," Sally said.

"Well now you know," he said. "I am the big pimp in this neighborhood. I control all the white bitches that work these streets. I just saved your life so you owe me now," he said.

"Yes, I do," she said. "Thank you."

"You owe me more than that bitch," the man growled. She felt his eyes on her naked body. "You gonna be my whore now. You work for me and only me. Got that?"

Oh my God, Sally thought. What have I gotten myself into?

"Yes, sir," she answered. 



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 08



Sally was now a commodity; a piece of meat to be sold on the street to strange men for sex. She felt trapped, but at the same time, there was something very sensual about her situation. She found an overpowering sexual gratification from the fact that she was now in slavery to a powerful black pimp who controlled her life.

His street name was Sweet Daddy. Sally never knew his real name. And she never saw a sweet side to the man. She found herself attracted to him because he was extremely brutal. His first act after his men gunned down her attackers that fateful night in the alley was to lean her up against the concrete wall of one of the abandoned buildings, pull out his cock, and fuck her so hard he bruised her hips by slamming them into the cement. His cock was uncircumcised and so large he had no trouble accomplishing this. Even though her pussy was dripping with the semen of 13 dead men lying only a few feet away, he fucked her to orgasm. It was a powerful response that sent muscular contractions through her body. She stiffened, her face flushed, and the muscular contractions in her pussy literally milked his massive cock to ejaculation. With a loud grunt he released hot seed in great spurts that pumped from his hairy black testicles.

"Tell Sweet Daddy you love him," he said before he pulled his still throbbing cock from her. She looked into his eyes and, without reservation, told him that she did, indeed, love him. She found herself believing it. It excited her even more to be committing herself to loving a strange, giant black pimp, and actually pledging her love to him.

Sweet Daddy's gang found Sally some clothes . . . much like the ones she was wearing when she was abducted by the gang . . . then took her to another street, a few blocks away, and gave her a key and room number to a hotel on that block. Without a chance to take a break, she was instructed to work the street for Big Daddy. She willingly obeyed him, knowing that this was going to be her life as long as she chose to serve him. 

Her charge was $50 a blow-job, $100 for a quick fuck lasting no more than 10 minutes, or up to $1,000 for the night. She was expected to earn at least $500 a night. Any less and there would be "consequences." She was to wait for him in the room in the morning. All of the money was to be turned over to him. What Sally received in return was his protection, her meals, a roof over her head and his "love" whenever he felt like it. She, in turn, was expected to love him and do his will, without reservation. That was it. She was literally his slave. She did not know how many other whores served Sweet Daddy but she was sure he had a literal harem.

The clients, or "johns" as they were called in the trade, began using Sally within minutes after she stepped out of Sweet Daddy's car and onto the street. She was fresh, white and the new sensation on the block. It did not take long for the word to get out.

Her first client was a white, well dressed man who came in a late model car. He said he wanted a blow job. Sally took his money and asked him to follow her to the room. But he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Do it right here," he demanded. "I want you to show everybody what a dirty whore you are."

Sally was shocked. "Here, in the street?" she asked.

He grinned. Then allowed his suit coat to fall open so she could see the gun strapped to his shoulder. "Yeah," he said. "Right here in front of everybody."

A crowd was starting to form. Mostly black men. A few women. Sally didn't know what to do. "I will give you your money back, sir. I can't do what you ask."

"Yes you will bitch," the man said. "I am a cop. Do it or go to jail. Take your choice." He pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head.

Sally had spent enough time in jail cells in the made-up world of Deathmaster. That was not an option she wanted to take. She dropped to her knees, unzipped the man's pants, and pulled out his cock. It was unusually large. The cautiously put her mouth on the end of it and started sucking it with her lips. The crowd gathered around. She heard jeers and laughter.

As she sucked the man's cock got hard and thick. She felt the barrel of his handgun pressed against her head and sucked harder, closing her lips down tight. She wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. The man had fantastic endurance. She sucked for at least 15 minutes as he simply stood there. Then, as his orgasm approached, he put his free hand on the back of her head and pulled her harder into him. He began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth and driving his cock deep into her throat. She choked on it.

Then, with a powerful thrust, he shoved his cock deep into her throat, cutting off her windpipe, and kept it there. She couldn't breathe. She felt the massive organ begin to jerk and pump hot bursts of semen into her throat. She gagged on it but couldn't vomit. His cock blocked everything. Her head was spinning. She was losing consciousness when he finally withdrew. 

Sally fell to the pavement and wretched violently. The people around her laughed and drifted away. The cop got back into his car and drove off. She was alone in the street, still gagging and spitting. 

So this was the life of a whore, she thought.



Deadly Sex Games Ch. 09



Sally was on her knees, a thick black cock thrust deep in her throat, her lips clamped tight on the throbbing organ as the john she was "servicing" moaned in expression of the bodily pleasure she was giving him. She also moaned, although it was faked for his benefit. She was not excited about her role as a whore anymore and rarely got off, even though she was getting more sex these days than ever in her life. 

Working the streets for a black pimp was very exciting at first, and Sally enjoyed the exploding orgasms she experienced just from living dangerously and having sex with strange men. But after she got down to the routine of sucking and fucking one dirty cock after another, and being forced to suck most of them to ejaculation, Sally eventually realized that the sensual thrill she was seeking here was going away. She was getting itchy for even more dangerous action and began thinking about Deathmaster once again. 

Her john was almost finished. She knew all of the tell-tale signs. He was breathing heavily, and his hands were now on the back of her head, classically forcing her face down on his cock as his orgasm bore down on him. She gripped his hard cock with one hand and put the other hand at the back of his legs, moaning in great anticipation as she jacked him off, her mouth sucking even harder on the swollen head. Suddenly he was ejaculating, his hot gooey semen spurting in great spasms into her mouth and throat. She gulped and swallowed he first wave, then pulled back, taking the next shots of his spunk in the face and feeling it drop down on her tits. She groaned to simulate great pleasure as her client spent himself.

Sally sucked the last bit of his seed, carefully licking the tip of his already retracting organ clean, before getting to her feet and giving him a big kiss on his lips. He laughed, pressing his still jerking, pumping cock hard against her naked body and tasted his own ejaculate on her lips. Minutes later, they were both dressing. She followed him out of the old hotel and into the street. Her client went on his way and she turned left and walked directly to a pay telephone. There she dialed what she always said would be a forbidden number. "That was it," she told herself. "I am through whoring on the streets." So, like a moth driven to the flame, she took the plunge. 

*******

Her heart was racing, her nipples hard as stones, her pussy already wet as the cab carried Sally to the point of her destination . . an old airport hanger at an almost forgotten private airstrip in a rural area, miles from the city;

Deathmaster was waiting for her as she entered the dark and foreboding rusted metal building. There was a small antique aircraft there, with a side door removed. And there were other men, one obviously a pilot and the other . . . a big husky man standing naked, his large uncircumcised penis hanging limp between his legs. It was at least nine inches in length and thick. Sally found it difficult to take her eyes off his cock. Was this to be her lover? Sally was afraid of heights, and she had never been on an airplane, so she knew this was going to be perhaps the scariest experience of them all. The idea was so frightening she nearly fled, but the sight of that very large cock fascinated her. She realized this was exactly what she craved. After all, it was fear that brought her to those great orgasmic experiences she longed for. She was committed to follow through, even if it killed her. And she reasoned that this time, it probably would. 

"Welcome, Sally," the Deathmaster said. "It has been a while, but we knew you would be back. Are you prepared to die today?"

"No," she muttered. 

"You may get lucky. You may not. The odds are building against you, however. You must know that."

"Yes," she said.

"And you still want to do this?"

"I have to," she said. "I need the thrill to . . . you know. . ."

"Indeed, we know," the Deathmaster answered. "Very well, then, remove all of your clothes, enter the aircraft and lie on your back, your legs spread. We have an exciting ride planned for you."

Sally set about taking off her clothes. It was a warm, humid night and it was almost a relief to shed the cloth that bound her sweaty body. As she removed her bra, exposing her full breasts and already excited and swollen nipples, she noticed the naked man was watching her. That massive cock was beginning to stir. She slid out of her panties, exposing a thatch of thick dark hair that covered her already swollen pussy. 

As she padded in her nakedness toward the open aircraft door, Deathmaster began explaining what was too happen. "This man, you need not know his name, will be your partner in this event," he said. "I see by the swelling of his cock that he already approves of your body and wants to fuck you. Indeed, it is such a fine body, it would be a shame if you lose your game today and perish. But then, that is what this is all about."

Sally had to climb on her knees through the open door of the aircraft, where she obediently got on her back on a soft foam pad on the floor. She was directed to spread her legs to receive her lover. The man, whose cock was now hard and ready, extended to all of ten if not eleven inches, gently eased himself down on her, sliding the big organ directly into her. She shuddered as that massive penis filled her vagina, stretching the walls to their maximum. She was confident of an orgasm today, even if there would not be a challenge. She sighed and bent her long legs, wrapping them around his waist, feeling his massive cock plunge even deeper into her. She put her arms around him and looked into his eyes, knowing that they may both be about to orgasm before they die.

Deathmaster and two other men now stood over them, clamping iron bands over her lover's legs, buttocks and shoulder, thus binding them both in this lover's position on the floor of the aircraft. Wires were being attached to their heads, chests and pelvic areas. She felt the man's throbbing cock sliding deeper, then pulling slightly out as he fucked her slowly, his breathing getting heavier even now as the excitement built around them. 

"This is going to be a game," Deathmaster announced once the binding and wiring was completed. We can control the straps from the ground. We will be taking you into the air and the pilot will jump, leaving you both strapped in place and almost helpless. The trick will be to NOT come to climax until we tell you to. If you go out of control and come to orgasm, the sensors that record your body heat, your heart rhythms and brain will tell us and you will be left in chains until the aircraft runs out of fuel and crashes. If you obey our commands and can succeed in holding back, we will release the binding straps just before the aircraft plunges. You will then be faced with choices. There are two parachutes in the plane. You can use them to bail out. Or fuck as you ride the aircraft to its destruction. Whatever you choose, this old plane is making its final flight. Happy fucking," he laughed as the engine roared to life.

Sally laid back, looking up at the man still embedded deep in her. He was staring back with wide, frightened eyes. His cock was still hard and hot and throbbing in her, and she was afraid it might explode at any moment, thus dooming them before the aircraft even got off the ground. "Don't..." she whispered. "Please don't cum."

"I didn't expect this," he said. "I am soooo close. I don't know if I can hold it back. You are so hot. I thought I would get to fuck and cum in you more then once before we met our challenge," he confessed. "I see now that was a mistake. Oh god, yes..."

The engine now roared to life and the old aircraft began shaking as the pilot opened the throttle, forcing the plane up off the old dirt runway and into a night sky. Sally was frightened out of her wits. The noise was so loud she could not talk to the man strapped to her, nor he to her. All they could do was hold on to one another and try to think about anything except what was happening to them. And try to get their mind off sex.....

The plane engine worked as the aircraft fought for altitude, constantly climbing into pitch blackness. The only visible light came from a few instrument lights from the cockpit. The seats had been removed so they could be laid out on an open floor, their legs shoved into the area where the co-pilot might have been seated. There was no co-pilot on this flight, however. Sally's eardrums popped as the plane gained altitude. The air grew colder and she and her lover now were drawing on each other's body heat for comfort. His cock remained hot and hard in her, but he seemed to be holding his own. He had not moved in her since the announcement, and she was glad of that. But there was a constant vibration of the aircraft and that old Whitney-Hughes engine that would not allow them to remain completely still. They were fucking in spite of efforts to remain still. The sensation in her was growing and she realized to her horror that she was approaching orgasm. She knew he was too. She could see it in his face.

Suddenly the pilot got out of his seat, slid into a parachute hanging on a hook nearby, and prepared to leave the plane. He stood over them for a moment, his hands groping for one of her breasts. Then with a chuckle, he stepped to the open door and disappeared into the black. They were on their own. Sally was shocked when her partner suddenly seemed to forget himself and started fucking her without reservation. She screamed in his ear, calling on him to stop.

He froze . . "What are you doing?" she asked. "You are going to get us both killed."

"Sorry," he answered, his voice almost swept away by the rush of the wind and the roar of the old engine. "I forgot myself."

"Just lie still and think of anything about me," she yelled.

"Right," he said. "But I don't know......I want to cum"

"Well, you can't," she said. Yet Sally appreciated his concern. She also was on the brink of orgasmic pleasure and desired release. The adrenalin rush brought on by the deadly situation in which they were finding themselves was almost too much for her. She was fighting to keep from cuming. That massive cock remained embedded deep in her, always there, throbbing, jerking, heated and eager. She longed for the feel of his hot sperm pumping deep in her. If it happened, she knew it would send her over the brink as well. And there would be no way of escape if they could not get released from these iron straps. She had already run her hands over the straps, and knew there would be no way for either of them to wiggle out from under them while they remained locked and in place. Their only chance was to wait for release before taking their pleasure.

They remained fixed, no longer talking or even moving for what seemed to be a very long time. She felt him slide deeper into her a few times, then withdraw. She knew she remained constantly at a state of the very brink of release. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was dripping. His cock was throbbing. "Oh God...." She moaned.

"Are you cumming?" he asked, an alarm in his voice.

"No......No.....but I want to so bad."

"Me too," he shouted. "Do you want to anyway. We could cum and then face the consequences. Right now my cock tells me I can't hold it."

"You must," she said. "I need to cum, but I don't want to die." 

"Right," he answered

They continued lying there, waiting, their bodies locked in constant embrace, his great penis still deep in her.

Suddenly he kissed her, and she felt his hard cock driving into her, knowing he was giving in and was about to ejaculate. "NO!!!" she screamed. "PLEASE DON'T!!" He froze, the thick member buried deep, jerking....she held her breath, expecting to feel the hot ejaculate starting to pump into her....the juice of death. It did not happen. After a moment she began to breath again. "You scared the shit out of me," she yelled.

"I can't wait much longer," he answered. "I gotta cum in you."

"I know baby. You can," she yelled. "Just wait until we are released."

The aircraft flew on, and on, and on. She thought the ride would never end.

Suddenly there was a shudder and the engine began to choke. She realized it was running out of fuel before they were set free. As cold as the night air was against her face, she broke out in a sweat. This was it. They were going to go down strapped to the plane.!

Even as the thought came to her, there was a snap and the iron straps released. "Ohhhhhh," he said, and she felt him fucking her, not willing to release her just yet. She responded, now accepting his kiss, her body submitting. They fucked hard, unwilling to stop even as the aircraft engine choked its last and the plane began its death dive from an unknown altitude. How much time did they have? Did they care? They fucked to powerful orgasm, neither of them willing to tear away from what could have been a fatal embrace. She felt his hot semen pumping, filling her. She was lost in her own ecstasy. Then it was over.

They wasted no time pulling apart now, their hands groping wildly throughout the cockpit in search of the two parachutes that were promised. They were soon found, tucked away under the fuselage at the rear of the aircraft. Her body was still shaking in the final stages of her orgasm as she struggled to put her parachute on, even as the plane was going into a spin toward the ground far below them. Sally knew this was a critical moment. She had never worn a parachute but she knew it had to be properly strapped on or it would not save her. She had no idea how to deploy such a device, but reasoned that there had to be some kind of handle or strap to be pulled once she fell away from the plane. 

No longer lovers, Sally and the mystery lover frantically scrambled to save themselves, not worrying about the other party. He jumped first, leaving her alone to finish attaching the parachute. Finally, she reasoned, she was out of time and jumped through the open door. The spinning tail section swung around and nearly struck her head as she fell into the void. Sally didn't wait long before pulling on a metal handle she had found protruding from the bag now strapped to her back. She made sure the handle was in easy reach before she jumped. She had guessed correctly. When she gave the handle a hearty yank, she felt the parachute fall out and within seconds, it opened over her head. She began breathing easier. She was now likely to survive this new adventure. And she had experienced a powerful orgasm, even if she was not in a mood at the moment to fully enjoy it. She wondered if her lover was going to be waiting for her on the ground. Still sensually excited from what had just happened to them, she allowed herself to consider going another round with him if he was willing. 

Within seconds she realized the ground was coming up. They had taken a chance and lived, even as they were running out of time. The chute had opened only a few hundred feet from the ground. She hit hard, her legs absorbing the shock. The chute suddenly came down around her and she found herself struggling with it, fighting to get away from it. She unhooked the straps and clawed her way out of the fabric as it settled down around her. There had been no wind. She landed on dirt but in the dark had no idea where she was, or what was nearby. Sally was naked and vulnerable. Other than the massive fabric from the parachute, she had nothing with which to cover herself.

Once free, she realized that she was able to see her surroundings and that the sun was about to rise. She had landed in an open field in what appeared to be a rural area. There were trees on one side of her and a hill on the other. Looking around, she discovered, to her horror, that her male counterpart did not survive. His crumpled body was nearby. There was no sign of his parachute, which meant that in his haste to escape the plane, he failed to connect it correctly. Sally was quite alone. She had no idea where she was.

She set off toward the hill, hoping to find some sign of civilization after reaching the top. It was a long climb, but once she reached the peak, she saw a landscape of mostly trees. There was one small building . . . a cabin . . . just below her. She set off for that.

Even as the sun was breaking over the eastern horizon, Sally was cautiously approaching the cabin, noticing that there was a faint whiff of wood smoke coming from its chimney. Someone was not only living there, but possibly awake. That she was a naked woman, coming to the door of a total stranger in the early morning did not escape her thoughts. But she also was a desperate naked woman in serious need of help. She had no idea where she was, how to get back home, or how to escape serious trouble for being nude in public. 

"Hold it right there," a male voice said.

Sally froze, her hands up over her head. "Can you help me?" she asked. "I have been dropped off here and I have no idea where I am. I need clothes and help getting out of this mess."

There was a long silence. Then a huge and very fat man, with a long rifle in his hands, pointed right at her, stepped out from behind a nearby bush. "Just like that?" he asked. "Someone dropped a hot bitch like you off in this neck of the woods and left you like that? What the hell were they thinking?"

"It's a long story," she said. "Can you help me?"

"Oh, yeah," he chuckled. "I can help you all right. Come on into my cabin and get warm." She didn't like the sound of his voice, or the strange laugh. But Sally did as he asked and entered the cabin. It was, indeed, warm and cozy there. She saw that it was a bachelor's cabin, a total smelly mess, and everything in disarray. No woman lived here. But the man was a fat, greasy slob of a man who would not attract a woman, she thought. Sally stood by the stove, her arms attempting to cover her breasts and pussy, in an effort to display some form of modesty. 

"So tell me again about how you got here like this?" he said. 

"It was . . . I was kidnapped," she lied. "I was raped and then left near here in the woods. I have no idea where I am."

"Mmmmmm," the big man said. "No idea," he muttered. "So you couldn't lead no authorities back here either."

Sally froze when she understood what he had just said. "Wait," she said.

"I ain't had no pussy in a long time," he said. "I think you need to lay back on that there bed and let me fuck you. Then we can figure out what we are going to do with you."

"Please," she said. "I need help. I don't need you to . . ." She was cut off in mid-sentence when he shoved the barrel of the gun in her belly and pushed her backwards until she fell back over the smelly bedding. He was on her in no time, his fly open and his foul-smelling cock, already erect, pressing against her belly.

"Open up bitch," he growled. "Open them legs and let old Harold fuck your cunt."

She submitted, feeling him thrust his thick unwashed cock deep into her pussy. The smell of him, still in his clothes, his great weight on top of her, as he fucked her in his still warm bed, was overpowering. He uttered a loud grunt and she felt him ejaculating almost immediately. She realized it had, indeed, been a long time since he had even jacked off. He was full of semen. The hot sticky stuff pumped deep in her. The thought of a pregnancy, and bearing children from his seed, made her shudder.

Then, surprisingly, Sally went into orgasm. She couldn't help it. The danger was here. She was captive and being raped at gunpoint by a very fat, ugly man. It was another perfect scenario. She went into an overpowering orgasm, her breasts heaving, her muscular contractions jerking throughout her entire body. She moaned. Her face was flushed. It was a full-blown orgasm. 

"Damn bitch, I think you liked it," he said as he continued lying on top of her, his still-swollen cock still buried in her pulsating cunt. 




Deadly Sex Games Ch. 09



"Yes...." She said between breaths. "You made me cum. I..... I liked it."