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(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) In the post I wrote yesterday, I spoke about sexual impalement, and how much the subject – both the historical form of extreme torture and execution, and the more limited sexual fetish – excites me. Today I thought I’d write a semi-fictional story describing such a scene in a dark forced femdom setting.

I’m probably going to record it as a long femdom audio too, so it’s written in a style with that in mind.

 
Sexual Impalement Stories – “Forced To Have One Last Orgasm”
 

Imagine being dragged into a dark room by two tall women in dominatrix leather… your body naked but for the chains around your ankles and wrists. Other women can be seen standing silently in the shadows, some with male slaves kneeling at their feet… all eyes are on you.

At the center of the room is a large scaffold… with a chain hanging down from its crossbeam. A hooded dominatrix in a black leather bodysuit stands alone atop the scaffold… arms crossed… waiting for you to be brought to her.

As you’re forced up the wooden steps… a woman you cannot see begins to read a list of “crimes”… they are the offenses for which you are to be executed by anal impalement.

You try to struggle, but are easily overpowered by those you now recognize as your dominatrix executioners… your naked body no match for the Amazon muscles that writhe beneath the tight leather these powerful women wear. Your cries for mercy echo the walls of the room with no response… the audience has no sympathy for you. Your arms are forced above your head by strong dominatrix hands… the chain at your wrists is attached to the one now hanging above you from the crossbeam. You hear a winch start to crank… and the chain your wrists hang from slowly starts to rise.

The others leave you… only the hooded dominatrix remains… standing by the machine that slowly pulls your arms straight up over your head, lifting you onto your toes. The winch soon stops and silence descends over the room… the muscles of your arms ache as your body’s weight pulls against them.

Moments later a loud crash makes your heart jump in fear, and suddenly the floor drops away beneath you, leaving you dangling by your wrists. Panic makes your legs kick franticly, searching for something solid to stand on, but the chain that is around your ankles makes it impossible for you to spread your legs far. You look down and see a tall wooden pole directly beneath you… it’s tip tapered to a rounded point, and coated with some kind of gel. The memory of those words… “anal impalement”… spoken in that cold female voice just moments ago… fills your mind with terror.

And then you hear the winch start again… but this time, the chain is slowly being lowered… and you with it… descending down towards the tall, thick shaft that awaits your asshole. One of the dominatrix executioners appears below you… ready to guide the impalement pole inside… the clicking of the chain marking its steady approach. You struggle to no avail… and your cries have no impact on the stolid onlookers.

Your fear reaches new heights as you feel the tip brush against your bare bottom… the hands of the dominatrix take hold of your hips as she lines you up with the shaft. The chain clicks a few more times… dropping you down by inches… and then it’s there. The tip of the impalement pole touches your asshole and the intense fear that floods your body in response, makes your heart feels like its going to explode… your butt clenches tight, keeping the shaft out for a moment… your body rests briefly atop the pole, the pain and pressure between your legs building quickly… you feel the tension in your arms relax for a second… more and more of your body’s weight comes to rest on the thick shaft that’s trying to force its way inside of you… and then suddenly your ass gives… and the thick shaft rushes in… you scream in pain as it fills you.

Writhing in agony atop the ever thickening shaft, you dance uncontrollably. The chain clicks 5 more times… 5 more inches are forced inside of you as your body slides farther down the impalement pole… and then it stops with a sudden jerk.

You have no idea how much of the shaft you’ve taken, but you can feel it getting a lot thicker with every inch more… your ass is on fire and even though it hurts to move, your legs twist and turn in a series of spams brought on by the pain… the instinctual need to escape driving your limbs into desperation. Your hands grab hold of the chain, arms struggling in a vain attempt to pull you off the pole… but it’s in too deep for you to get off… and the reward of your efforts is only more suffering as you slide back down the shaft.

The hooded dominatrix stands above you, her hand on the lever of the winch. Your body has stopped descending, but the expectation of this anonymous woman in black leather turning the machine back on fills you full of dread.

Then you feel a hand take hold of your cock… your body jumps reflexively at the unexpected touch and a new flood of pain courses inside of you. You look down to see a young female slave in a heavy leather collar standing there, her face very close to your penis. She starts stroking your swollen dick slowly with one hand… to your shame you realize that you were fully erect before she even touched it. Your penis seems to have a mind of it’s own… no matter the fear and pain you’ve felt, your cock has gotten extremely aroused.

And then she takes it into her mouth… her tongue caressing the shaft as the entire length of your penis disappears behind her full lips.

A strong female voice speaks – “That slave whore is going to give you the best cocksucking you’ve ever had… as long as you don’t cum, the pole won’t go any deeper inside of you… but the instant you orgasm, the chain will be released and you’ll be dropped down fully on the shaft.”

The slave girl removes your cock from her mouth and looks up at you with a smile on her face… an evil look in her eyes that tells you she is not on your side… she wants your cum in her mouth… but she wants to see you dance on that pole even more… she wants to touch her wet pussy as she watches you slide down it’s thick shaft… masturbating while the full length is forced ever deeper inside of you… the cries of her orgasms blending with those of your final screams.

With that smile still on her face… she wraps her lips around your cock and slides the full length of your penis along her tongue, nearly to the back of her throat. She begins moving her head back and forth… fucking you with her warm, wet mouth… at first you think she’s humming as she blows you… but then you realize she‘s laughing… she knows the outcome is inevitable… and she can’t wait to see it.

 
This link – Sexual Impalement Stories – leads to the femdom audio version of this story.

 
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Like I said, I think sexual impalement, especially anal impalement, is very hot.
I don’t have a death fetish really… I just love seeing fear and feeling absolute power.
I’m a sexual sadist… it’s who I am and what I get off on.
And darker, forced femdom themes feed my addictions best of all.

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Violated in The Park – Part VIII – “I’m Going To Rape Your Ass Now”

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(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) How could I ever truly explain this to any of you?

I love those moments just before I rape a man‘s ass… when this intensity just seems to fill everything… and I feel almost drunk on the power and control… the sadist in me raging to be fully released… held back for just a moment as I stand inches from what I want… teasing myself until my breathing turns almost animalistic… my sight shifting suddenly, seeming to go darker yet more clear… everything closing in with such focus and single-minded purpose… til all noise leaves my hearing, but for the helpless sounds of my victim.

If you could feel what I do in those moments, you’d understand why I’m a dominatrix… why female domination is so absolutely natural and necessary to me… and why I’m a proud sadist who greedily feeds her extreme sexual addictions every chance she gets.

I could see he was scared.

Hanging there by his wrists against the fence… legs kicked open, pants down around his ankles, ass fully exposed. He was completely helpless, totally under my control, and so very scared… and I loved it.

Each time he looked over his shoulder at me, the sight of his frightened eyes sent a shiver of pure pleasure through my body… and I wanted more.

When I had kicked him hard in his ass, planting the tip of my thigh high boot in his asshole, I saw his eyes close tight in pain. I could have stopped right there and brought myself to orgasm so easily just by shoving a hand down my panties as I watched him suffer. But the huge dildo I was wearing demanded its sacrifice… and the demon in me had barely begun to feed.

A dry ass fuck has a really evil edge to it that can be so very good for a dominatrix like me. But when the dildo is as big as the one I had on at the time of this forced femdom story, strapon rape can take a lot of effort, particularly with a virgin ass. It’s a great workout for your core muscles ~laughs~ – trust me, that’s part of why my waist and hips are so firm and tight (seriously, though) – but when you want to pop a tight cherry butt and then fuck it fast and deep, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of anal lube. I often use a good deal of spit during femdom strapon sex, but in a case like this I didn’t intend on leaving any fluid evidence behind ~grinz~.

“Yeah, baby-boy… I’m going to rape your ass now,” I said to him in this mocking-sweet voice as I lubed up the strapon, “I’m going to shove my big, thick cock up your butt and fuck you until I cum.”

I got up close behind him, and started rubbing the tip of the dildo against his tiny asshole, wiping lube around the opening… teasing him with what was to come. His butt tightened as I did it, but the cheeks couldn’t push the huge strapon away, instead they looked like they were clutching my cock in a tight embrace.

“Awe… yeah… you‘re a scared little slut, aren’t you… a frightened little virgin afraid it’s going to hurt… well, you should be scared… because I’m going to make sure it hurts… I’m going to use you like a dirty anal whore… and after I‘m done turning your ass into my fuckhole, you‘ll never be the same.”

I spread my legs wide, dropping down a little to get under him… then I dug my hands into the soft flesh of his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. His body tightened up and his head whipped around to look at me, fear screaming in his eyes. I smiled when I saw the look in them… this wave of pure pleasure flooding through my body as I fed on his fear. Then I clenched my teeth and my smile turned dark as my hips thrust forward. He scrambled against the fence, frantically trying to lift himself up and away… but what comes up must come down… and I just shifted my body, keeping the strapon pressed hard against his asshole, getting the first inch in as I positioned myself perfectly under him. His scrambling only lasted a few seconds and cost him far more than it was worth. He couldn’t go very far with his pants tied around his ankles and hands cuffed to the fence… and when he lost his footing my cock was waiting right there for him to impale his ass on.

And… it… was… fucking… fantastic!

I swear I almost exploded in orgasm right then… it was more perfect than I could have hoped for.

His body slipped suddenly and fell down on my cock with almost the whole thing ramming full up his ass in that single moment. He let out this scream that my panty gag did little to stifle… and he was wracked with these amazing convulsions that shot from his body, right through the strapon, to my clit. Holy shit was that fucking good and it went on so long I thought they would never end. I didn’t even do anything more than try to keep my balance there as he twisted and turned in pain, shifting the base of the strapon back and forth against my clit. I didn’t do a damn thing, I just let his pain ride my cock and it felt so friggin‘ good… I closed my eyes and let his suffering take me where I wanted to go.

But I knew it wouldn’t really go on forever like that… and when his movements slowed, I opened my eyes and began to show him what forced anal sex is all about.

(This link – Femdom Stories – will be active when Part IX of this forced strapon story is posted.)

 
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My favorite sex stories usually have a forced femdom element to them.
I like seeing men get tied up and used like dogs ~laughs~.
Sure, some can be favored slave pets that you keep and play with nicely.
But there are times that the female sexual sadist in me just screams to be fed…
Then the demon looks for a random male dog it can just tear into and throw away.

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Violated in The Park – Part VII – “My Panty Gag Silenced His Screams”

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(By: Strapon Domina Cinara) I had him exactly the way I wanted him… handcuffed to the fence and gagged with my panties… helpless and forced to accept whatever I wanted to do to his body.

I stood silently behind him, pausing a moment to look around and see if perhaps someone was watching. I hadn’t seen anyone as we entered the park and nothing had since changed. Shadows from the building and surrounding trees hid us well enough, and our short fight hadn’t produced enough noise to draw any attention.

That’s one of the good things about femdom ballbusting… unlike other types of pain, the nature of this particular sexual assault tends to not produce a lot of noise. When hit hard enough, the effect is so extreme that it actually stifles any vocal response.

I really wouldn’t have minded someone watching, so long as they‘d keep their fucking mouths shut. I’m a shameless exhibitionist and an extreme pervert, and audiences only serve to provoke me even more. It’s part of why I write this diary and the femdom stories within it… I like to tease and arouse, but I also like to shock and even horrify… the thought of unseen watchers in the park only excited me more.

Smiling, I took the huge dildo from my leather handbag, and slipped into the harness.

I took my time… he wasn’t going anywhere and I like to tease myself a little at times like this by letting the anticipation build even more… kinda like the calm before the storm ~grinz~. Besides, he needed to recover a bit before having this strapon forced up his ass ~laughs~.

I know you can imagine how hot I look in thigh high boots, long leather gloves, and a sexy, skin tight dress… with a long, thick strapon hanging between my legs. Trust me, the reality would give you a heart attack, especially if I had you trapped helplessly in bondage like I did this fool… and you saw the aroused, sadistic look I had in my eyes that night.

Forget whatever you think you know about what a strapon dominatrix is like. That porno shit you watch while you’re sitting at the computer is nothing but some actress playing a part. A real life strapon domina, a cruel female sadist who is truly into extreme femdom BDSM, is an entirely different world. Real forced female domination isn’t some kind of cute game played out by the hour… not in a situation like the one in this extreme story. It’s a man learning what it feels like to be weak and inferior… used and discarded by something better than him.

I was going to use him like a cheap anal sex slut. Before, he had stood watching me, wanting to masturbate while I showed him my ass and panties. Now it was me standing behind him, slowly stroking my strapon cock while looking at his ass. The shock of those painful ballbusting punches to the groin had worn off a bit by now. He was starting to struggle again, the fence rattling as he pulled against the handcuffs… while a flood of foul phrased protests were muffled by the panty gag I had forced into his mouth. The nasty grin on my face grew wider as I thought about how he would really have something to yell about in a few moments.

He still had his pants on though, so I walked back to him to take them off. The sound of my thigh high boots crossing the distance to him warned of my approach, and as I stepped behind him one of his legs kicked back to try to hit me.

No… oh, no… none of that shit with me.

I kicked him hard in the back of the offending leg… the tip of my thigh high boot connecting with the soft spot behind the knee. His leg gave out and he grunted in pain, as loud as he could with my panties in his mouth. I grabbed him by his hair, pulling his head back painfully, and told him to go ahead and keep trying to kick me, it would just make me enjoy hurting him all the more. Then I rolled the fingers of my right hand into a ball and punched him in his side… the feel of the skintight long leather gloves connecting with his exposed ribs was just so satisfying… as was the sound of him now choking on my panties as a result. Still holding his head pulled back I asked him in a sweet voice if he liked the taste of my wet pussy now… ~laughs~ and if he wanted me to shove my panties all the way down his throat when I was done.

Reaching around in front of him, I undid his belt a pulled his pants off, forcing them down around his ankles. Then I squatted down and pulled the belt tight again, closing it to restrict the movement of his legs some. The strapon I had on was so big that I’m sure he felt that huge dildo against his bare flesh as I stripped him.

He had a pale baby ass ~laughs~… big tough guy with a soft bare bottom. When I saw that pale white baby butt I just couldn’t help myself. His little pink asshole was like a perfect target painted on sheet of paper. Laughing to myself, I stepped back a bit and then I kicked him directly in his asshole… the tip of my thigh high boot connecting perfectly with his tight hole… I think it even popped in a little bit. Holy shit did that unexpected shot hurt. He jumped up the fence, his hands curling into claws as he screamed. The panty gag again stifled his sounds, but they did nothing to stop the park from being filled with my cruel laughter.

(Part VIII will continue this extreme bondage story… when I‘ve posted it I will activate this link – Femdom Stories )

 
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Even before I got involved with professional BDSM, I loved forced femdom sex.
Stories of my earliest sexual encounters would mark me an obvious predator.
I can’t even describe how it felt the first time I put on a strapon…
I was so excited, I nearly split the young girl I was with in two ~laughs~
Lesbian strapon sex with a cute classmate was my first time wearing a dildo…
But it wasn’t long before my hard cock found it’s way into a young man’s ass.

 
Violated in The Park – Part VI – “Ballbusting and Forced Bondage”

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(By: Domina Cinara) His cock was hard and in need of stroking, but I told him to keep his hands off it… that I wanted every single inch of his huge penis inside of me and not a single thrust wasted.

Of course that was total fucking bullshit ~laughs~

There was something huge that was going to be inside of someone very soon… a huge dildo that this strapon Domina was going to ram up this moron’s tight virgin ass… that’s what ~grinz evil~. My femdom stories don’t end with anyone but me doing the driving… especially when we’re talking about strapon sex stories.

Smiling playfully, I turned away from him letting my hands slide slowly down my sides to the edges of the thigh high boots I was wearing. Then I curled my fingers under my dress and lifted it up over my hips to my waist, fully exposing my ass and the black lace panties I was wearing. I then bent over, arching my back and spreading my long legs wide to tease him with as good a look as he could get in the dim light of the distant streetlamps.

I lingered like that for a few moments, letting the view totally captivate him… then reached down to my handbag and took out both pairs of handcuffs, causing his eyebrows to rise in an inquisitive look and his cock to jump with interest.

I walked to the chain link fence and reaching up, locked one cuff from each to the fence, spacing them wide. Leaving my arms stretched out above me with my wrists next to the handcuffs, I looked over my shoulder and asked, “Do you like bondage sex… do you want to fuck a helpless girl in the ass while she‘s handcuffed to a fence?”

“Yeah, I like bondage and anal sex… and I know I’m going to like putting my cock up your slut ass,” he replied.

“Then come fuck me right now… I’ve been aching for forced anal sex all night long and I want you to rip my tight asshole apart!”

When he heard me say that, he all but ran at me… his huge penis like a spear aimed at my near naked butt. He was so charged up that what I did next caught him totally off guard… just as I had planned.

Turning when he was half way to me, I brought one of my thigh high boots up into his groin in a ballbusting kick so hard that his eyeballs almost exploded from his head. Stumbling, with his momentum still carrying him forward, I grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him into the fence. I tried to get a firm hold on one of his wrists, but there was still some fight in him as he struggled clumsily. Closing my right fist tight, I dropped down a little behind him to bring one of those long leather gloves up between his legs… once, twice, three times… the balled leather fist repeatedly connecting with his exposed sack… each ballbusting punch sapping the last bits of his strength as he sagged down against the fence.

It took near no effort at all for me to pull one wrist and then the other up to the handcuffs and lock them in. The nausea and pain made it hard for him to stand… so he just hung there, helplessly.

There is no better way for a woman to physically destroy a man than by extreme ballbusting… be it a kick to the groin or a full punch in the balls. Game over… the female wins again.

Now, finally, he looked good enough to fuck… hanging there helpless by his wrists… face pressed up against the fence… ready for whatever I wanted to do to him.

I closed my eyes and smiled… enjoying the soft gasps of pain that were coming from him… and how hot and wet my pussy had suddenly gotten.

I slipped off my black lace panties… the cool night air feeling nice against the wet between my legs. I knew the yelling and screaming would soon begin, so to avoid possible attention that might bring, I pulled his head back by the hair, and forced my panties into his mouth. I then took the leather cord from my hair and wrapped it around his head, tying the panty gag firmly in place.

(When I feel like posting – Part VII – of this story, there will be a link here – Femdom Stories )

 
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There’s nothing wrong with femdom strapon sex.
Yeah, fetish sites say things like that all the time, but forget about their coddling excuses.
You are a pathetic submissive bitch made to be used by dominant women.
Seeing you, bent over, forced to take all of my thick rubber cock as I rape your ass…
Sounds perfectly fine to me… like the way things should be… so what could be possibly be wrong.
Any extreme Dominatrix Cinara enjoys is fine… screw any fool that thinks otherwise.

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