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The House in the Woods

The house in the woods is a place to explore your deviant side. The contents are NSFW and strictly for over 18's. I do not condone real life acts of non-consensual sex or violence. This blog, in all respects, is a work of fantasy. Enter at your own discretion.
It was always possible to get a younger, prettier slave. All the girls knew it. At the brothel, it was a constantly developing arms race to see which of the older girls would do the most debasing things; therefore, ensuring their popularity with the more deviant clients. Charlotte had just turned 27. She was getting desperate as her reputation dwindled. There was only one place she could go to find new admirers. A tear rolled down her cheek as she crawled there on her hands and knees.
We all have moments of genius. For James it was in his first year at university. He had snapped this picture of a course mate when they were all drunk at a party. To be honest he couldn’t even remember taking it, but there it was on his camera in the morning. It has been ten years now and she is a big shot journalist. They still stay in contact and even meet up regularly. Apparently she really will do anything to keep him from sending that picture to all her colleagues.
The slavers had taken her when she was out collecting water. Now she found herself locked in a small wrought iron cage being taken to the slave markets in the east. If she was lucky she would be purchased by a wealthy master. That way she would only have to satisfy the evil desires of one man. If she was unlucky she would be sold to one of the many harems. She had heard stories of how those men treated the ‘barbarian’ women of the north. Her stomach knotted with dread.
The old metal door screeched open, scraping noisily across the concrete floor. The silhouette of her captor framed with a dim halo as the light from the corridor streamed past him. He flicked a switch and the strip bulb in the ceiling flickered uneasily into life. Blinking in discomfort, her eyes slowly adjusted, allowing her to see the reality of where she had been staying for the last week. Walking into the diminutive hell hole he unchained her from the wall and crouched down in front of her. “Come on bitch, we finally have a buyer for you.”
Kasey’s behaviour had been lax in recent weeks and her master was not pleased. It was obvious. She had been his babygirl for too long and had lost sight of what an honour he had bestowed upon her. From this point onwards she would go back to being a puppy. No sitting on furniture, only eating from a dog bowl, no more speaking, walking on all fours. Even the doghouse was back. She wouldn’t be sleeping in a bed until she could prove that she appreciated the privilege of being considered human.
amyofone: I had been in this suspension for what seemed like hours. My joints all screaming… my back starting to spasm… He has left me alone to let me settle into my plight…I heard him open the door… Knowing he would release me! I looked… and started to sob… He was not alone. He brought his sick-assed brother… who had a cattle prod in one hand and a bull whip in the other.As they joked and laughed, I knew…It was going to be a long night for me..
hypnosis-slave: dom-plays-with-dolls: She couldn’t exactly remember how she had gotten into that ridiculous outfit, or why she felt so tired that she could barely stand, but as she glanced at the clock on the wall, she grew more and more frustrated.This is stupid! she screamed in her mind. My interview’s in a half hour, and if I don’t get out of this damn outfit and leave right now, I’ll never make it!The memory of how she had gotten into this predicament was just barely evading her, like a word on the tip of her tongue or a dream that was fading too fast to recall. Vague, seemingly unrelated images flashed in her fuzzy mind: a leather strap, a doggy dish, pretty bows, a golden pocket watch that swung back and forth…She shook her head slightly, trying to shake the entrancing image out of her mind. She needed to stand up, get up off of her hands and knees and get to her interview. I can’t drive like this, though, she realized. I’d have to get…Suddenly, her face lit up. Wow, I’m an idiot. I live with my boyfriend. He’ll drive me!She opened her mouth to shout out his name, to sheepishly ask for a ride. However, when her lips parted, all she did was yawn. She cocked her head, opened her mouth again, and sighed gently.Her mind was starting to panic. Why couldn’t she talk?! She whimpered and huffed, fear overtaking her. What had happened to her?Footsteps descended the stairs, and her heart swelled up with relief. OK, good. He’ll see me like this and realize something’s wrong. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s not an idio-“Good morning, pet,”She felt her heart skip a beat upon hearing his voice, and her entire body tingled with delight. Her thoughts were silenced for a moment as she suddenly became very aware of the fact that, beneath this ridiculous outfit she found herself in, she wasn’t wearing a bra of any sort.As her boyfriend walked in front of her to the kitchen, she slowly, carefully, collected her ever-cloudy thoughts.What…the hell was that? she pondered. Before she could come up with any sort of conclusion, he walked back into the living room to greet her. The very second his eyes met hers, she felt her heart beating faster and faster, and her entire body started tingling again. It took all of her willpower to form any sort of thoughts.OK, no, come on, focus! she forced herself to think. Just open your mouth and tell him what’s going on. Ignore these weird feelings and the…bulge in his pants and…his deep, brown eyes…“You excited to see me?”Before she knew it, he had bent down to one knee, eye-level with her. Her eyes grew big as she felt her face redden, her sensitive breasts hanging low, causing her erect nipples to gently, tortuously, brush up against the fabric of the dress.I am…No! Stop! Come on, why aren’t you freaking out about this? Your girlfriend can’t talk or walk or anything! Why aren’t you more worried about me?!He brushed a strand of stray hairs out of her face and tucked them behind her ear. She felt her heart swell up, her entire body growing warm, the crotch of her panties suddenly feeling exceptionally damp. I just need him to fuck me…drive me! I just need him to drive me to my…my, um…“I’m going to work now, pet,” he said calmly, his deep voice bouncing around her head, which was slowly feeling more and more empty. She felt her pussy twitch when he said that “p” word. “You don’t have to worry about the interview; I called and explained that you weren’t interested anymore.”Fury surged through what was left of her mind.He did what?! “You don’t need it,” he said, staring deep into her eyes.Like hell I don’t! I was…it was going to be a…“Don’t you remember? You just want to stay here and be my pet.”I…I don’t though! I was going to support myself…right?“Let me take care of you…”He extended his hand and gently grabbed the leash around her neck. The leash she didn’t even know what wrapped around her neck. Her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head in pleasure as she felt her panties grow even warmer.What is…why is this…“And, in return, you take care of me.”He tugged on the leash, and she felt a trickle of her own pussy juices slowly trailed down her thigh as a desperate moan escaped her mouth. I…I…“You want that, of course.” he cooed. “Don’t you, pet?”I…I need to fight back…need to answer…tell him no…She opened her mouth to speak, to tell him that she didn’t want this life, that she didn’t want to be the dumb, pathetic, needy little plaything he wanted her to be.However, even as she opened her mouth, she knew that was all a lie. She wasn’t sure if her tongue hung out of her mouth against her will or not, but as it did, she happily, excitedly, started panting at him. Needy. Obedient. A fucking animal in heat.“Good girl,” he said, and she instinctively grinded her thighs together in orgasmic need upon hearing those words. Fuck……. This is perfect.Just a reminder that this man who wrote these sexy words is my Sir and I am so proud and horny!
ladys-a-tramp: subtrainer: I hate the ‘ring’.Daddy found an old hoola-hoopà at a garage sale and like most things, He figured out a way to use it on me.It’s my ‘spot’. When I go out in the back yard THAT is where I pee.It is also where I am required to go when I’m doing my required edging. It’s where I wait on all fours for Rover.Once I had free run of the yard, but now that I have the ‘ring of shame’ I am required to go there. It helps remind me of what the ring around my neck means.I am property. Owned.And although I find it it so humiliating to lay with my legs open in the fresh pee, rubbimg my button I’ve never been more aroused or happy.I hate the ‘ring’.I love my Daddy.
Her training had taken weeks, but at the start he had promised the abducted girl one thing. “From the moment you willingly offer me all of your holes you will belong to me. You will never see your friends and family again, but your life will be simpler and the pain you are about to endure will cease.” Now after 26 days of torture he found himself looking down at his newest slave. The 23 year old Spanish girl, who had so stupidly gotten in to his taxi nearly a month ago.
It was her husband’s birthday and she had promised him a party to remember, but this had all gotten out of hand. His friends had gotten drunk and persuaded him to string her up from the tree. Now the party games she had organised would be played out on her slender body. Suddenly a sharp pain lanced into her buttock causing her to scream into her gag. Then another in her upper thigh. As laughter filled the garden she realised in horror that they had started to pin the tail on the donkey. Sobbing she began to watch in confusion and dread as her husband came out of the house with an assortment of colourful paints, and an armful of golf clubs and baseball bats. “Who wants to help decorate the Piñata?” She cried out in despair. This was going to be a long day.
She could see the bucket of fish guts in the boat and knew she had to behave. The last time he had punished her here, he had tied her spread eagle on the prow of the small boat and tipped the bucket of entrails over her. The smell and humiliation was bad enough, but the torture really began when the seagulls noticed. She could remember being the focus of that feeding frenzy like it was yesterday. The stabbing of beaks and the scratching of claws had left her in agony for days. The sound still rang in her ears. It had only lasted about half an hour but it felt like an eternity. Looking up she noticed with dread that the gulls had begun to circle. She would do anything he asked to avoid that punishment again.
Celebrations are important. There are so many rubbish things in the world. So many reasons to feel down. When there is a reason to have fun and celebrate, it should be grabbed firmly with both hands. Take my girls here as an example. They spend most of their lives locked in small places. The dull monotony punctuated only by chores and sex; however, today is Blondies birthday. They were both so excited when I said they could have cake. I was more excited by the candles and birthday beatings.
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