It had all started out as an advertisement on one of those fetish websites. The anonymous person who’d posted the ad asked
the question, “Would you submit, knowing they intend to rape and slowly torture you to death?” They were actually
looking for a woman willing to say yes even after she realized it wasn’t just a game...
Standing within this ancient fortress, high in the remote Carpathian Mountains, on a darkly ominous night, Trisha felt an
almost delightful chill of erotic masochistic anticipation. Her nipples growing erect in the cool night air, as she tried to
imagine all the unspeakably diabolical horrors that she’ll soon endure in the dungeons far below.
She felt a sudden tightening within her chest as she imagined herself stretched painfully taut upon the dungeon’s diabolically
vicious rack screaming in unrelenting agony as the racks steadily growing tension bit by bit tore apart the tendons and muscles
of her body. She could sense her heartbeat quickening as she imagined the feel of all those savage whips, red hot glowing
irons, crushing pinchers and sharp skewers mutilating and destroying her body.
A faint smile of anticipation slowly appeared to her ruby-red lips as she felt that familiar sensation of warmth spreading
through her loins as she imagined being ruthlessly used, her helpless tautly stretched body taken repeatedly, raped, sodomized
and throat fucked to sate all their sickly twisted sexual desires. Her smile suddenly taking a darker, more sinister look as
she imagined them still sexually abusing her body even after she died, in fact, Trisha was hoping they would. It’s always
been one of her favorite fantasies...