She’s screwed

Their darkest fantasies come true. WARNING: Contains extreme scenes containing pain and blood

Don’t read if you can’t handle blood. This story contains heavy sadism/masochism and is not for everyone. Be warned.

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I had never liked myself. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not about appearance. Not wanting to sound arrogant or narcissistic, but I am quite a handsome guy. I keep up with my health and although I haven’t quite achieved the 6-pack abs yet, I can’t complain. I treat people with respect and am not bad in bed at all. I want my women to be completely satisfied before they leave.

But there is just something nagging at the back of my head. It’s not enough. I need more. My hands are itching to do more. I discovered BDSM ages ago and have indulged myself in quite some heavy scenes. But it’s still not enough. I respect boundaries and would never cross them. But I was just hoping to come across that perfect woman.
You see, I’m a sadist. And not your regular variety sadist who enjoys whipping and some clamps here and there. Knife play comes close, but it’s not what I am after either. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it. A lot. I want to see the fear in her eyes. I want to push someone so far that they’re on the point of safewording out of the scene, but stopping just before that. I don’t want to mentally scar them. On the contrary. I want to build them up. So when the scene ends just before they think they really can’t take it anymore, it gives them such a confidence boost, they will come back for more. But I haven’t been able to fully let go.

The Internet has shown me my type of woman does exist. In the darkest corners of the web I’ve seen videos of what I want to be doing to someone. But the quality has always been rotten and the videos are way too short. It is so frustrating.

And then I found her. In one of those dark corners, I found a short message of someone asking to experience the same as the woman does in that same video. There are a lot of people commenting stuff like that, but nobody actually wants to. It’s just the thought that counts for them. I often respond, but never get a response back. So when I saw that short message, I never thought much of it. I replied, pointing towards my account where an anonymous email address was posted.
And then it happened. I completely forgot about the comment I left, until I received that one message.
> Are you serious about what you commented to me?
I was confused for a bit, I did not know who this was exactly, but then again, my comments were usually to the same type of videos. So I responded.
< I am very serious, I don’t joke around. Are you interested?
The response didn’t take that long and not much later, we were having a long conversation. Both of us agreed quickly that we would keep this private. Meaning, we didn’t know each other’s real names, nor locations. We talked about fantasies, wants and needs. Safewords. We would meet up to live our fantasy and would depart ways after. We spoke in detail about the whole scene that would happen.

And then the planning began. For convenience, we shared the state we lived in and it turned out we were close enough to actually make this happen. I found a private location, literally a cabin in the woods where nobody would bother us. We could be as loud as we wanted to.

Yes, absolutely 1000% sure. I want this. I’m terrified, but I want this.
I know. It’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.
< Until tomorrow.

I was the first to arrive at the location. The owner was actually a friend of mine who rarely used the cabin, so he was more than happy to let me use it for the weekend. The inside was cleaner than I anticipated, although a bit chilly. So I started a fire and started to set up my stuff. Not much later, a small car pulled up. I watched as a gorgeous, young woman got out of the car and nervously made her way to the door, walking right in. Because we never shared pictures, I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t even know her age, and she looked like she was barely old enough to be considered an adult. Somehow I wouldn’t have been surprised if an old hag turned up, or even a dude. I would have treated them the same, because I wanted to have this experience, but this was only better.
“Hi,” she said, a bit shy. I smiled at her and stepped closer, trying to appear welcoming.
“Hi, I’m so happy you could make it.” She set down her bag on the couch and looked around, nodding at the surroundings.
“I’m scared,” was the first thing coming out of her mouth, before she looked up at me.
“I am too. Do you need to call someone to let them know you’re safe? Can I get you something to drink?”
“My best friend has the location and I am supposed to call her later tonight. Um, do you have something strong? I don’t want to be intoxicated, but I just want the edge off.”
I just nodded and grabbed a bottle of tequila from my bag. I poured us both a shot and gave her one.
“To fantasies coming true.”
“To ultimate pleasure.”

One of her wishes was to have everything filmed. I agreed to it, as long as I could have a copy. So when she finished setting up all the camera’s around the appointed spot, she turned to me.
“Let’s do this.”
“Take off your clothes,” I responded in a low voice. I saw her shiver lightly before she quickly removed all her clothes. She stood right in the middle, between all the cameras. I pointed towards the stool I had set.
“What is your safeword?”
“Strawberry. Peach for a breather. Lime for green light.” She sat down on the stool, her eyes on me. Just like we had discussed, I would not blindfold her, nor tie her down. Her body had stilled and she bowed her head a little as she got in the right headspace, yet her breathing remained heavy. When I knew she was all set, I stood in front of her, but just behind the camera, so I would not block the view.
“Why are you here?”
“To experience my deepest darkest fantasies. I’m here on my own free will. I am not being forced. I am not tied down and can walk away at any moment.” I nodded. We had agreed to this part, especially now that it was filmed.

Phase one. I stepped forward and took her nipples between my fingers. Gently, I rolled them until they hardened. My grip slowly tightened and I pulled to see how far I could go. She quickly started to moan and wiggle a little in her seat as a flush crept up her face. Her eyes screamed lust as she looked up at me. I watched for the little signs on her face that she wasn’t ready for this. That her brain caught up with her and she didn’t want this anymore. I increased the pressure, the pain. She winced sometimes, but so far, so good. Time for the next step.

I grabbed the needles that were just out of view from the camera. Her eyes widened and she gave me the tiniest of nods. She was ready. I grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it firmly, so her nipple didn’t have much room to wiggle. Very slowly, I pushed the tip of the sharp needle in her nipple, like a thin piercing. She gasped and my eyes shot up to her face, but she had her eyes closed. Instead of pain, her face was filled with bliss. Taking a new one, I pushed it right under the previous one, going the other way. I went slow, letting her feel every bit of it. It earned me a moan.
I released her tit and watched it down, before taking the other in my hand. It too got the same treatment. Slowly, from left to right. A new one, from right to left. Back to the first one. Top to bottom, bottom to top. The second tit, same procedure. With each needle, her moan got louder. When she opened her eyes, I swear I could see small tears forming, but I didn’t know for sure if it was from pain, regret or bliss. Softly, I let my fingers slide over her cheek.
“Color?”
“Lime,” she answered immediately, with a firm voice. I nodded, taking a new needle. This one, I placed directly in the middle of her nipple, pointed inside. There was just a little square in the middle of the already placed needles that should be free. This time, I didn’t hold her tit. This time, I watched how her nipple was pushed in, against the rest of her breast. She groaned deeply and I watched with wide eyes how slowly and almost lazily the tip of the needle made its way into her skin. Sinking deeper, and deeper. Until there was no more needle to push in, and the colored tip was the only thing that was visible. My cock was absolutely rock hard at this point. I loved how she was able to take what I gave her. That she even wanted more, because she shifted a little in her seat, clenching her thighs together to feel some friction.
The other followed and I watched up close how her body slowly accepted the pain and allowed the needle to sink deep into her skin. I took her tits in my hand, careful not to poke myself and squeezed tightly, rolling the nipples between my fingers. I watched how she threw her head back and groaned deeply.

I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. Hard. Send her into complete bliss. But we weren’t done. I adjusted my cock so it had a bit more space before I stepped back. Time for the bigger needles. Phase two. I took the two longer and thicker needles and placed them in her hand. She swallowed hard when she saw it, but nodded anyway. I knew she was scared. I also knew she was more than aroused at this point. Slowly, I pulled the last two needles out of her nipples, leaving just the ones that had entered her from the sides. She groaned again and I couldn’t help but lean forward to lick away the tiniest drop of blood that had formed on the little nubs. This wasn’t part of the deal, but her moan deepend.
“Lime,” she whispered hoarsely, still sounding confident. So I took one of the needles from her hand, opened it and placed it on her nipple. She must have been incredibly sore by this point, having her tits abused like this, but she held on. Firmly. She wanted this and she needed more. So I pushed on. Less gentle than I had before. I pressed down firmly, hard, watching how her nipple swallowed the thick metal. But this time, I stopped halfway in, only to push the other one in her other nipple the same way. The sadist inside me had already been awoken, but he seemed to be completely out by now. I gripped her tit harshly, letting my nails dig in her skin as I pushed the needle in deep. This one went deeper and I felt the shiver running through her body and saw the very light sheen of sweat on her skin. The other one got the same attack. Harshly I pushed it in, until it didn’t go any deeper. I then let my hand curl around her throat and pulled her closer, so her tits were pressed against my chest.
“Color,” I demanded, staring deep in her eyes. She whimpered, but not out of fear. Instead, I saw the primal need deep within her. Her hand shot up and she grabbed my hair, pulling on it. It urged me to let my other hand wrap around her breast and I squeezed hard, so the needles were pricking back into her skin.
“Lime. Fucking lime. I want the next.”

I released her. Very slowly, I pulled on the thin needles running up and down through her nipples. Then the ones left to right. I couldn’t help but mess with the longer ones that were running straight down. Pull them out a bit. Stir them around and push them back in. Out and in. And then all the way out. She couldn’t help but sigh deeply. Despite her need, I knew it must feel like a relief. And yet, at the same time, she knew what was coming for her. The one thing we had connected over. I watched for a second how tiny red dots appeared on her nipples, watching how some of them slid down and coated her skin. I then took the right tools in hand.

Phase 3. The thing we came for. Her nipples were rock hard and already battered. I knew she was scared. So was I. But my hand was steady as I placed the first metal piece on her nipple. Her hands shot up to hold her tit in place, squeezing slightly so there wasn’t much room to move. She wanted this. I gave her a couple of seconds to try and calm her breathing, waiting for that small nod.
There it was. She was ready. I looked down again, at the thick, long screw that was pressing against the little hole the needle had left behind. In my other hand, I held the electric screwdriver. This was insane, right? We were crazy. But the rush that went through my body when I carefully turned the machine on was so worth it. Watching how the screwdriver gently started twisting. I pressed down a little and I was surprised by how easy the screw slid in her tit. She gritted her teeth and her eyes were shut as she took it all in. I continued until I had about half of the thick screw inside her tit. I then released her. Stepped back to get the other screw. She moved with me without opening her eyes. Holding her tit steady as she let out a shaky breath. I didn’t wait for her approval this time. I turned the machine on and watched as the screw drove in her skin like a warm knife through butter. She whimpered. I stopped halfway in and grabbed her chin, pointing her face up to me. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up to me.
“Look down at the art,” I said softly, with a smile on my face. I released her face so that she could look down. She gasped and moaned through her tears when she saw the two thick screws sticking out of her chest. I grabbed both of them and pulled gently, watching how her body didn’t let go of the metal rods.
“Last chance. If you say yes now, I am not stopping until they are all the way in.” She nodded. I had a fairly good guess of the thoughts running through her head right now. The pain was harsh and intense. I knew she underestimated it. But she took it so well, and we both knew her dream was to see those screws fully embedded in her tits. The question was, could she handle it? Could she go through the pain to see her fantasy fulfilled?

“Yes. Do it.” She knew what she was getting herself into. I didn’t give her another second to change her mind. I placed the screwdriver on the screw and pushed it against her skin, holding her breast myself. I turned it on harder than I did before and pushed down. After another half of the leftover screw was embedded in her tit, I moved to the other. She had started screaming at this point, her hands had grabbed my shoulders. Not to push me away. I didn’t look up at her face as the other screw went through the same treatment, being forced into her tits. I moved back to the first, where I cut the length again in half, leaving just a little bit left. Back to the second. She couldn’t handle much more, I could tell she was close to breaking. But she wasn’t there yet. She was wiggling in her seat, her face wet and scrunched in pain as she uncontrollably sobbed and screamed.
Back to the first tit. I now drilled the screw all the way inside her nipple, until just the shiny silver head was visible, and then the second one. It was done. We had done it. Carefully I placed the screwdriver down and couldn’t hold back any longer. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked hard. Her blood coated my mouth as my tongue glided over the metal. My other hand was kneading her tit harshly, feeling the metal press against the palm of my hand was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced. I then switched to suck her other tit, and kneaded her free tit. I was so fucking proud of her.
I stood up, kneading both her breasts as I kissed her deeply. My face was wet from her tears as she answered my kiss. She was shaking and sweaty.
“You’ve done it.” I whispered to her. I took her hand and placed them on her breasts, letting her feel the screws in her nipples. I took out my own phone and snapped some pictures as she explored the new sensation. I knew the pain must have been overwhelming, but she didn’t stop playing with her nipples. She really was a pain slut, a delicious masochist.

We played with her tits for a few minutes, but I knew she was done.
“Please take them out,” she begged, her voice soft and raw. I nodded, taking the screwdriver in my hand. I was almost sad to see the metal rods slowly twisting themselves out of her nipples. She had been absolutely gorgeous like this. But she had done so well. So I didn’t torment her for much longer. I took my time not to cause too much damage, but I didn’t wait this time. She was wailing as I didn’t give her a moment to breathe. I took it out in one go, before turning to the other. I wanted to suck on her sore nipple right now, lick the blood away, but I first finished my task. Taking the second screw out.
Her tits were absolutely gorgeous. Her thick, round nipples were almost visibly throbbing, with a small, but steady trickle of blood sliding out of her skin. Her skin itself was red from being tortured so much, but she had done it.
“I- I think I’m done. Very, very dark peach.” I just nodded with a huge smile and turned towards the cameras. One by one, I turned them off, before walking back to her.

“You have done so well. I am so proud of you. Is there anything I can do right now?” I only now realized we didn’t talk about aftercare. I gently took her face in my hands and let my thumbs wipe away the tears.
“I need you to fuck me. And then I’ll let you know.” My hands shifted down her back, to her ass, and I lifted her body up to mine. I had taken my shirt off earlier, and I felt her slippery nipples pressing against my chest. She buried her face in my neck as I carried her to the bedroom. There, I dropped her on the bed, pushed down my pants just enough to free my cock and within seconds, I was buried deep inside her. She was absolutely soaking wet and we both moaned hard as I fucked her slow and deep in firm, demanding strokes. My hand had curled around her throat as I claimed her as mine for the night. She only took seconds, before she cummed hard. She needed the release. And I did too. Picking up the pace, I fucked her faster, watching her tits bounce on her chest. This whole experience had been everything and this was just the cherry on top. I groaned as I released deep inside her.

We were both silent as we sat in the living room. I had carefully showered her, before making sure she was dressed warmly, and gave her something to eat and drink. It was right. Whatever we had, it was what it was supposed to be. The mess was still as we left it, but that was okay. Slowly her head turned towards me and she smiled lazily, her eyes bright and awake.
“I think I have an idea what we can do next time.” I chuckled and turned my body towards her, eager to hear her plans.

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