Category Archives: Abuse

Journey of a Pain Slut – Act 2

PART 1 – The Guy
I sat back on the large rock next to my bag. I was exhausted, but elated. This past few hours had fuelled my desires, my kinks, my perversions … and how!
This girl, my Little Girl, whose actual name was still not known to me, nor mine to her, hung by her wrists above me, several feet from the ground as the dusk turned to twilight and the darkness began to descend.
It had been a relatively warm December day with heavy cloud cover and a deluge of rain. Continue reading

My wonderful Arab Dad

I am Humaima a girl of 20. My story started the day my father came to know that I am not a virgin. This was my secret, which I disclosed to my mother, whom I trust, but she has a bitchy nature and she spilled the beans. One day my cloths were in washing so I wore one of her black bra, (she wants me to wear white only). She became furious.
“Bitch, whom you want to seduce,” she shouted
I told her the reason but she kept calling me a slut. Continue reading

A whore at 50 looking 40 (last weekend)

Things had been looking good in the couple of weeks since left Prison , I have not got a car yet or a place to live and call my own, but the woman who’s apartment I was staying in has taken a long bus ride to Denver to spend a couple of weeks with her family, so I have got the place to myself.
The guy who is now pimping me was an ass hole over the weekend, he called me on Friday said he had a request for a “few” girls to work a party Saturday night and was I interested. Continue reading

Online meet up

Taking place one year after my cousin and I had sex. I became a sexually active young gay boy, and I enjoyed my first sexual experience with him. I wanted to find a gay boy my age to fuck.
In middle school but when that didn’t work. I turned to social media, how did I know? Well my friend told me about MySpace, and that it was a fun place to find and meet people on there.
I created my account; started to search for any friends but another problem occurred. Continue reading

I abused 3 chicks for my perverse pleasure !

I am 68-year old bastard, a thorough pervert. i pass time watching porn, chatting with young girls at different dating sites, show myself fucking on cam, and also invite escort girls for my private pleasure. I have many friends above my age. in their seventies, They abuse little girls mercilessly. Sometimes I commit extraordinary feats of raping poor girls, beggar girls, kidnapped girls. Continue reading

The one Im ashamed of

When I was 7 I met my best friend, Jason. We played baseball together and slept at each other’s houses almost every weekend. He and I were pretty inseparable. He lived in the same apartment complex that I lived in so we were never really that far away from each other. We became even closer when his dad started dating my mom. The relationship didn’t last more than 2 months but for a short time we pretended to be brothers. Continue reading

Father Vincent

When I had just turned 12 I lived with my single mother and attended Catholic school. My mom thought it would be good for me to be an alter boy and I had been for a year or so. I just turned 12 when my mom got a new very good paying job that required her to work weekends, so she went to our priest and explained her situation. Father Vincent who was a tall thin man in his 40s told my mom she could drop me off on Sunday mornings on her way to work, around 5:30 am. Continue reading

Beths punishment

I had made the mistake of telling my oldest sister that my boyfriend and I had been having sex. I needed someone to talk to about it, and I thought I could trust my sister. We had a big family fight, and my sister ended up telling my dad about my boyfriend and I. He was so angry. He smacked me across the room and told me to go to my room. I cried all night, expecting my dad to come in and beat me for what I had done. Continue reading

Timmys 16th Birthday. Part 2

I sat staring at the two cards on the table, I had draw the Jack of Hearts , the odds were in my favor I would be keeping my bra on, but the birthday boy my step son had the King of Spades turned over in front of him and he was laughing . Take off the bra lady he said.
I started doing a stupid embarrassed laugh OK I said in my best do as your told voice, I am going to bed , we will play again another night I said laughing like an idiot. Continue reading

A Victorian Wifes Wedding Night

Elizabeth Collins who was, but as from from five minutes before had become Lady Elizabeth Robinson walked slowly up the aisle holding on to her new husbands arm, smiling at the friends and family who had just watched the pretty 19 year old marry a man almost three times her age Sir David Robinson, one of the richest Canal and Mill owners in the whole of England .
With the bright afternoon sun light coming through the stain glass windows of the private chapel on the Robinson estate she should have been filled with happiness and joy, but she had just married a man to save her Father from going to Debtors Prison, a man she had no love for , a man who only once during their short courtship had ever shown any sign of emotion , and that was when his favorite horse had to be put down after a fall at a fence and throwing Sir David during the local hunt . Continue reading