Pain Slut - Sex Stories

Pain Slut

PAIN SLUT

Chapter 1 - I was not your typical run-away teen age girl.

This is the beginning of my story of how I became a pain slut. It started when I was 14 years old. This was when my stepfather first began to rape me. He allowed his brother to have me too. A typical Saturday night would have him and his brother grabbing me and then stripping me naked. They would often tie me up and secure me over a piece of furniture and play with my tits and cunt. They loved to put spring-loaded clothes pins on my nipples and cunt lips. It hurt like hell when they used them, but eventually I learned to accept and savor the pain from the pins. Another thing my stepfather liked doing on rare occasions was to fist my cunt. He would lube up his hand and slowly force it into my young pussy. It took several minutes for my muscles to relax enough to fit in his hand, but I knew I had to allow it, or he would force it in and damage me. I also began enjoying this pain too.

He and his brother would take turns fucking me in my cunt, then pull out and cum on my face. They delighted in making me wear a cum mask to bed as punishment for being their victim. They laughed at me for being so weak as to allow them to have their way with me repeatedly. For some odd reason, I began to look forward to Saturdays when I knew they would abuse my poor body. I started to crave their attention because it led to their infliction of pain and degradation. I loved the infliction. I hated the Inflictors. My ...

... stepfather assumed he had turned me into a psychological mess with all this abuse, but all he had done was create a sexual deviant. A murderous one, at that.

Chapter 2 – Escape

It was another Saturday when all this ended. His brother had gone home for the night and my stepfather had untied me and told me to go to bed. I had decided weeks earlier that, to get out of this situation, I had to rid myself of my tormentor. I crawled into bed and waited until I thought he was asleep, then I took my revenge. He slept alone. My mother had left our home years ago, not being able to tolerate his abuse of her and of me, so it was only him in the bed. I slipped into his room and heard him snoring loudly. That was my signal.

I carried a heavy carving knife I had stolen from the kitchen and approached the bed. My heart was racing as I carefully pulled back the covers from his body. He was sleeping on his back, naked, of course, which I had hoped for. I reached down to his crotch and found his flaccid penis. I grabbed it with one hand and stretched it out. Then, just as he began to awaken from his sleep, I sliced his offending cock off at the root. He screamed a horrid sound as I jerked up the dismembered penis and held it to his face. The look of horror in his expression was the payoff I needed from the years of abuse. He did not really know what had just happened, except for the excruciating pain in his loins.

I tossed his bloody penis at his shocked face and asked him if he liked ...