Vacation (1)
I’m an actor, a very famous actor, so famous that it’s safe to say that every normal man in this country has heard of me.
Yes, I am the most famous actress in pornography today: “Aisan”.
I do look pretty and I have a hot body too. However, this is not the reason why I became popular. In fact, there are not many people who have the same conditions as me. But they are not as committed as I am. For me, it’s not about the work, it’s about the sex.
Now I’m obsessed with “extreme eroticism” as described in “darksites”!
The so-called “Extreme Erotica” is a last orgasm at the cost of your life. It is said to be an unprecedented extreme pleasure.
Although it sounds a bit unbelievable, I do believe in it. I remember once when filming a movie called “Mary, Queen of Scots” (Note: Mary, Queen of Scots, the famous Queen of Guillotines in history), there was a scene where I was fixed on the guillotine to do the last sexual intercourse before execution. Although I knew it was fake, I was still extremely aroused.
Okay, back to business. Let’s recount the marvelous vacation I took this summer.
“Shit!” I cursed fiercely, kicking hard at my little red car. I can’t believe it broke down halfway, and on this desolate road with no village in front of it. However, it seems like there’s a small farmhouse just down the road, so let’s go for a bump in the road.
The owner of the farm, George, a man just in his early forties. At over two meters tall and with a toned muscular body I was impressed. He entertained me warmly and sent his son Cole, a young man of fourteen or fifteen, to tow my car over to help me fix it.
Since they couldn’t fix the car’s problems, they had to stay until tomorrow and go to a nearby town.
After getting me settled, Cole went to make dinner while George worked in the yard.
Looking out the window of my room, I could just see George at work. The bronzed skin, the beads of sweat glistening in the setting sun, and his rigid face were sexy.
But what caught my eye even more was the work George was doing. My God, he was chopping wood!
The large thick wooden pier with the long handled axe, I gazed in fascination at the sharp blade reflecting the light and began to fantasize that it was not the dark rough wood that broke under the axe but my snow white neck I was naked and covered in George’s semen. Fluffy blonde hair was in his hard grip as he dragged me out into the yard. Under Cole’s pressure, I knelt obediently beside the wooden pier, my head resting on it, and then George gesticulated the axe at the top of my neck, raised it high, and then dropped it heavily…
I wriggled my body, enjoying the pleasure of this fantasy. The masturbator in my vagina was turned up to the max and just as I was about to pull a second one out of my bag, I saw Cole standing in the doorway.
“Sister, do you need help?”
It looked like he’d been watching for a while, so I smiled, “Are you good, kid?”
The truth is to my surprise, the size of this lad’s cock was extremely enjoyable, and although the technique lacked fire, I felt my rectum being pushed and shoved as he entered me from the ass.
I calmed down after he exploded inside me with a gasp. I began to imagine the size of his father’s dick and thought: maybe tonight will be even better.
Oh, my God! George’s cock had to be the biggest I’d ever experienced, at least two sizes bigger than Cole’s, both in diameter and length.
The method we took was bondage followed by intercourse, which I had requested. I was a little sorry though, unable to move the slightest bit with my hands tied behind my back with white rope and my legs secured to the legs of the table. Add to that the fact that I couldn’t express any thoughts with George’s oversized dick in my mouth.
So long and thick was the shaft that it completely gagged me and stabbed me in the throat, making it somewhat difficult to breathe. I began to fantasize that it was a thick piercing rod running me through.
In the back, Cole seemed to have a fondness for my ass as my rectum was pressed and spread.
It was a long stretch, with maybe five or six ejaculations in total, and I had a couple of orgasms. When they released me, I was in a bit of pain all over and it was hard to move. But I had to admit, they were great.
“Hi! Would you like to consider staying for a while?” George asked me : “Maybe we can enjoy it further.”
I thought about it for a moment, agreed, and signed a Slave Treaty that Cole brought to me: for the next thirty days, they could use me as they wished.
“Son, go get ‘Ann’ out.”
After signing the papers, George put a collar on me and made it a rule that I was not to stand but only to crawl, while Cole got Ann, the other human-sized dog, out of the basement.
“According to the ‘treaty’, if we find another slave before your date is up, you are at our disposal, correct?”
Ann nodded while I was taken aback because I hadn’t looked closely at its contents before signing it.
“Okay, follow me.” George led Ann and Cole led me to the yard.
The scene from my fantasy appeared in front of my eyes: the naked girl, the axe that glistened with cold light, raised high and fell heavily. I watched Anne’s head being sliced off, and the fountain of blood spraying out. I shuddered, not from fear, but from an inexplicable pleasure.
“Hi! Which ending do you want?” My master asked with a smile, and I had no words to answer.
Vacation (2)
I collapsed wearily onto my bed in the basement, not moving a muscle. The ropes and shackles were still on my body, but they were mere decoration, and as far as I was concerned, I had no strength to move my body even without them.
The smell of sweat mixed with cum permeated the room. I couldn’t remember how many times I had been fucked by this amazing father and son in just one week. God knows how good they really are! At least once a day, three to five cumshots each time.
Strange, why don’t you come tonight? I asked myself suspiciously. Although it was tiring, due to habit, I couldn’t help but wait for their arrival when it came to this time.
Like a woman’s panting?
As I listened sideways, it really seemed so. Does this mean that… I thought back to when Anne was beheaded in front of me a week ago.
I was sure that no woman could resist the power of this father and son’s prick and would surely fall into slavery. Then tonight… while waiting, I fell asleep in a blindfolded sleep.
Suddenly, the basement door opened and Cole appeared in front of me, as if the premonition had come true.
I knelt before the heavy wooden pier, stoic and expectant. The newly acquired slaves watched me with wide eyes, Cole held me down, and George raised his axe…
I heard the blade of the axe cutting through the air, I felt the cold sensation of the blade of the axe landing on my neck, I felt the pain of the blade of the axe slicing through my skin, and I felt an indescribably exhilarating sensation…
I shrieked and woke up from my dream only to see Cole standing in front of the bed with a smile on his face.
He took me by the hand and went to the courtyard. There was George, there was a beautiful new slave, there was a wooden pier and a sharp axe…
(to be continued)