A Cellar Full of Screams

A CELLAR FULL OF SCREAMS .



A sex sadism story for adults who appreciate the difference between awful fact and delightful phantasy.



By Susan.



Chapter One.





M aria screamed,and the man who was working three fingers of his left hand round and round in her sore vulva grinned appreciatively at the masked woman who was carefully inserting the barbed fish hooks into Maria's nipples.

"Slowly,Eva…we don't want her to cheat on us by passing out just yet."

"Don't worry, Sir. I don't allow them to rest once I've started" the tall woman smiled.

Through the slits in the leather mask, Sir Murdoch Fines could see the ice blue eyes shining with pleasure. Finding Eva had been the best thing he had ever done. Cruel women were comparatively rare and they usually tended to be among the less attractive of their kind, perhaps finding some form of jealous retribution when they turned to cruelty towards other women. They also tended to be butch and almost masculine in their demeanour.

Eva most certainly was none of those things. Elegant, well-educated, extremely well proportioned and with a beauty that made her absolutely savage cruelty even more astounding, she was a rarity Sir Fines had no intention of losing. Like him, she had the sort of passion for brutality that any normal person would have found mind-blowingly horrible.

With his right hand, Murdoch was toying with his erect penis, peeling the foreskin back over the purplish dome of the glistening helmet, squeezing gently, then stroking the respectable length forward again. He had raped Maria, of course, in many different positions and in every orifice, usually with her pretty frame bound in an uncomfortable but extremely accessible position so that he could enter her at will. For almost a week, in fact, she had endured the ever more obscene sexual degradation the Murdoch had forced upon her

After those first shocking and painful days when he ravished her virginal body in three equally virginal holes he had introduced her to Eva, and Maria suddenly found that it was not just the foul lusts of man that she had to endure, but the depraved desires of a wet-pussied female sex monster upon whom she had to perform the most disgusting acts in order to prevent the awful pain that a glowing cigarette caused when it was slowly pressed to her naked bottom.

With rather astonishing ease, Murdoch turned this normal moral young girl into a sex slave ready to drop to her knees and suck his cock into her mouth at a moment's notice. She did the same for Eva, burying her pretty face into the musky depths of that blonde-curl covered pudenda to delve her tongue deep in the hot salty gash of feminine splendour. A little judicious use of a leather riding crop, and Maria submitted to opening her mouth and drinking the golden fountains offered be Murdoch and Eva,.

When they suggested she should lie back while they took turns to squat above her and deliver food to go with the golden drink, Maria had tearfully refused.

Twelve neatly burned circular scars later, a girl hoarse from screaming in unendurable pain opened her mouth to the first of many varied brown offerings her laughing tormentors delivered personally.

Murdoch enjoyed this stage of the proceedings, having a still quite innocent young lady perform the most filthy acts of scatological and sexual debauchery whilst actually hating every minute of it. The way he could make her stand on the table in front of him and spread her legs, play with herself, even push a variety of vibrators and dildoes into both her pussy and her tight little anal passage, tell her to smile and thank him for letting her stuff them into herself….and all the time he could see the shame and horror in her eyes. Absolutely delicious.

Watching her with Eva was yet another heady delight. That tall blonde Nordic goddess was so depraved it made him hard just to look at the cruelty in her ice blue eyes. What a genuinely gorgeous bitch woman.

She came, regularly and copiously, screaming out her pleasure as she ground poor Maria's face against her flowing vaginal lips, always wishing to get to the hurting games, eager to draw blood, never happier than when she heard cries of pain turn to shrieks of agony.

Unlike the so-called dominatrix ladies Murdoch had previously hired,Eva wanted blood.

His last woman, an angular German lady probably the wrong side of fifty, had promised in her advertising to be a strong disciplinarian sadist, for the first few days of sexual domination playing quite a good role. Later, when the games became a little more violent, she had cheerfully whipped the girl Murdoch had provided, even drawing a little blood when the tip of the lash caught the girl's cunt lip.

But when Murdoch gave her the whip with the spiked metal balls set in each of the five stranded thongs and told her to rip the girl's tits open, the Fraulein had backed off in horror.

At gun point, she did as she was told. First the tearing whip, some rest for the well-bloodied victim, then the skinning knife. How amusing it had been to force a so-called sadist to perform the neat fur peeling operation on the well whipped pudenda of the now gurgling captive.And Murdoch had really got to almost shoot the German lady to get her to cut off the girl's breasts and push them inside a hip to hip slash across the belly…..!

His video film of the whole thing but with all signs of reluctance on the Dominatrix's part carefully removed meant that she would never reveal that she had performed murder at Murdoch's behest.

After all, she made a living advertising her skill as a sexual sadist, so it would be difficult for her to explain away a film showing her appearing to rub her clit with bliss as she sliced off a large potion of girl-breast. She just hadn't bargained on being employed by a man with the wealth and cruelty of Murdoch, someone who actually could buy a woman to kill and had the place to do it and the means to dispose of the body afterwards.

Maria was begging for mercy. She had done everything she had been told to do and could not understand why she was now being hurt so badly. She had sucked his disgusting cock, swallowed gallons of that horrid cream he gruntingly squirted down her throat, plunged innumerable foul shaped objects into her own poor body, sucked and fondled his awful woman's sexual parts in the most disgusting ways, combined man, woman, and sex toy in whatever obscene combination they thought up for her, even eaten and drunk their waste "fresh from the hole" , dressed in whatever bizarre costume he provided, and now this dreadful woman was gleefully inserting a barbed stainless steel fish hook into the lower quarter of her left nipple, actually forcing it in and round so it broke out again…God,that hurt…and was now preparing to thread another hook through the upper part of her nipple.

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO"

Then this smiling hooded woman she knew only too intimately,strangely garbed in long black leather boots like a kinky pantomime prince, with leather peep-hole bra that her own large deep pink nipples jutted out of….obviously aroused……and a button flapped leather pair of panties…very black and weird…..had produced a little metal box of fish hooks and was even now forcing yet another shiny barbed point into the denting then breaking skin of the flinching nipple and pain exploded in poor Maria's breast.

With great care, Eva was arranging the hooks to pierce the four quarters of each dusky aureole,her, eyes sparkling with unholy pleasure, the scent of her roused femininity wafting upwards from those black leather panties as her juices began to flow now that she was actually doing one of the things that had made her cunt flow in her secret dreams….

Another squeal of pain, Maria twisting against the soft nylon ropes that held her arched and spread legged against one of the ingenius adaptable stainless steel constructions Murdoch called his fun frames.

"I haven't done anything wrong.Please don't hurt me. You'll spoil my poor breasts !" Maria sobbed.

Between her legs, Murdoch ground three fingers deep into her pussy-hole, smiling as he watched the fish hooks pierce the sensitive dark pink aureoles and saw the first little beads of blood start to ooze from the perforations, mainly where the points re-emerged from within Maria's flesh.

He curved his fingers then cruelly dragged them out of her cunt, fingernails scraping her vaginal lining and drawing a cry of pain from her throut. "It's time to continue your education,my dear," his voice thick with the anticipation of her suffering. "You see, a willing slut is something I can have at any time. There is no joy in a willing slave. That defeats the object, don't you see ? Only yesterday you stood on the dining room table after sucking me off and tonguing Eva until she had three orgasms, then you pushed that huge German dildoe up your arcehole and peed in your cup before you drank it . Now that was a very dirty thing to do, and I feel it is time to punish you for being so immoral."

"But you made me do it !" she wailed, then gave a shriek of pain as Eva slapped her punctured nipples.

"True", Murdoch smiled , pinching her clitoris and giving it a non too gentle twist, "bur we are bored with you now, so we are going to hurt you. You know we are both sadists, don't you ? And your sole purpose in life is to give me pleasure. Unfortunately for you, my pleasure will be watching your body squirm and writhe in ever increasing pain. That is what sadism is, you see. Sexual pleasure for us in causing excrutiating pain for you. Of course, you will eventually cheat us of our pleasure by simply dying, unable to take any more of the damage we will be inflicting on your body….especially the sexy bits like these…" and he viciously chopped his hand upwards into the jutting swell of Maria's breasts, laughing as they bounced wildly, drops of blood splashing his chest……"But you will have been begging us to kill you long before that happens. Some of my girls have lasted for weeks providing me with immense pleasure before they departed, usually in a multitude of different pi!

eces, and as you are such a fit young thing, I really hope you will be one of those. A body as pretty as yours can provide hours of fun for a good sadist."

"You….you're going to kill me ? " the pretty teenager gasped, still unable to believe that such a thing could happen despite already having been turned from an almost virginal innocent into a sluttish sex-whore more depraved in actions than many a hardened prostitute.

Eva gave a little giggle. She leant forward and ran her tongue around both fish-hooked nipples, careful to avoid the protruding stainless points, tasting the iron-salt tang of fresh blood.

"Got it in one, Maria. Much as I would love to do something really naughty to these soft titties, I'm afraid the boss wants me to take my time with you, so this will be quite a pleasant little introduction to your new life of pain. I'll get to the good stuff eventually, though, so you'll have plenty to look forward to. You maybe won't look very pretty by then, of course, but I can hardly wait to start to slit your fucking cunt open !"

Murdock groaned with pleasure. He was watching Eva carefully. For someone new to blood-sports, she was not showing any hesitation and it looked as though she meant every gorgeously rousing word she said. So far it had all been talk with this sensual blonde beauty, albeit the most obscene and perverted talk of the "I'd like to stick a poker up her arsehole while we burn her eyes out" type as they threshed in sexual frenzy together in approaching orgasmic delight. Murdoch had wanted to find out if reality banished the envisaged pleasure….but the way Eva's cunt had oozed with lust as she drove the hooks into the screaming girl's breasts was very re-assuring. He began to believe that he really had found the perfect woman. He brought his penis up to full erection as Eva carefully threaded and knotted lengths of fishing line to the little ring holes in the end of each buried fish hook. He positioned himself between the widespread thighs,pressed the tip of his member to the cleft o!

f that well-reamed pussy, looked into the wide frightened eyes of Maria and began to ease his length into her cunt. "Do it " he grunted,and Eva jerked both sets of fishing line upwards.

Maria screamed as her nipples were wrenched upwards, pain far more severe than when the hooks had punctured her burst from her chest into every nerve of her spread bound body.

Murdoch grinned wickedly. "Yes…do it again…I want to feel her pain…feel her fucking cunt clench on my prick every time you pull those fuckers up and make her yell…"

He began to ride the frame-tied girl. This was even better than when he had first raped her because her screams were of absolute terror , far more frightened than her yells of protest when he first thrust his cock inside her. And now he had the sight of leather-clad dominatrix bitch Eva, eyes sparkling in unholy glee as she wrenched those tortured nipples and made them start to spray little jets of crimson

Onto the man who fucked her so viciously.

This was power, this was the way to fuck a woman, this was what their tits and cunts were for….and he was only just starting !

Eva lowered her hands, watching the breasts fall, momentarily spread as their fluid weight pressed them around Maria's rib cage, then she jerked the lines taut and nearly wet herself as the wild screams bounced from the walls of the torture cellar.

It was the first time for Eva. For as long as she could remember she had found the idea of causing pain to another woman exciting. She knew when she reached her early teens that it was a sexual thing,the sort of pain that turned her on changing from just scratching, hitting or kicking to working more deliberately on sexual areas, doing things that she really shouldn't even think about…not that she had ever done even the less aggressive things. She was well brought up, and went to a convent school, a true virgin bodily but with a mind that she worried was becoming seriously disturbed. Real acts of brutality, like reports of war and famine one saw on the television screen with depressing regularity, had no affect on her, but reports of a sexual murder, of serious rape or fictional accounts of women undergoing any form of torture made her shudder with less than lady-like feelings. Add any suggestion that the tormentor was enjoying a sexual charge out of hurting a woman, and Eva!

was wet without even touching herself. The torturer could be male, but if it was a woman……that was a serious headlong dash for the nearest Ladies or the privacy of her room to get her fingers working on the blazing throb of lust generated in her loins.

She began to seek out books with passages containing sadistic scenes, went to any film that showed bondage or cruelty, and found her increasing dependance on thoughts of terrible cruelty began to alienate her from the normal boy-girl relationships most of her friends were starting to enjoy. Her otherwise healthy urges were nor aroused by fumbling boys trying to squeeze her rapidly blooming breasts or slide their hands up under the hem of her skirt. In fact, she became known as a prick-teaser and a frigid bitch among the lads who loved her blonde looks but could get no response no matter how they tried.

Going on to university gave her the skill to get a top job in the publishing industry, moving through various types of publication until reaching a classy womans' magazine. Oddly, possibly because of her upper class education and good social standing,Eva had read almost all the historical, classical, and modern erotica publications concerning sadism but never come across a real dirty book….the sort in which a vagina became a cunt. It had simply not occurred to her that she was not actually unique in having this shameful and utterly disgusting pleasure in filthy perversion !

Then one of the male secretaries at the publishing house had started reading aloud, to great guffaws of merriment from the other men….and he was laughing at the bizarre requests in a kinky contact magazine,mentioning things that rang a sudden very loud bell in Eva's ears.

Well away from the office,she found a newsagent with a top row of mens' magazines and blushingly purchased "Whip Craft" …. A mainly black and white semi-comic publication showing impossibly shaped females both bound, whipped, raped, and ….joy of joys… being the aggressor !

The text and pictures were of low quality but the effect on Eva was like being injected with a sex hormone. And at the back of the magazine were box number contact requests.

Other people liked tied up girls. They liked the idea of whipping them.Even a few suggestions of branding irons, spikes, racks to bend their bodies, and canes and dildoes in all shapes and sizes.

Not looking for sex but desparate to find someone she could confide in about her awful secret desires, Eva replied to some of the box number ads.,carefully obtaining a box number of her own in a small magazine that had nothing to do with kinky sex.

"Gentleman wishes to share stringent B/D ideas,F on F preferred, no payment just chat by letter or in person and possible mutually interesting experiences to follow.Generous host to intelligent ladies with unusual tastes."

Most of the ads were rather crude. This one was almost discreet.And after five letters she met Sir Murdoch Fines….though at first he used an alias, as did she, and to her absolute amazement found this educated gentleman soon had her talking openly about her most intimate and depraved sexual phantasies.

After some meetings on neutral but always expensive ground, the brasserie of the Hilton, the Boat house Restaurant at Marlow on Thames, the Ritz for dinner and so on, Eva accepted his invitation to his large house behind the main road through Highgate…one of the most expensive areas of the capital….and for that first visit she insisted on driving her own car and meeting him there. She did not intend to become a casualty to some white slaver….

Then he showed her his collection of pornography and every last barrier was broken down as she looked at pictures by people with strange names like Haffnium and Rizar showing women being savagely tortured, not just given a taste of the whip over their pretty derrieres but having knives thrust lethally deep into their vaginas and breasts hacked from their bodies in delicious acts of bloodthirsty sadistic cruelty.

So great was her arousal that Eva made no attempt to resist when the elderly gentleman slid one hand up her skirt and delved his finger beneath the soaking gussett of her lace panties to feel the heat of her ,strictly speaking, virginal cunt.

They made love….or rather they fucked like rutting animals.

Despite his years,Murdoch had a strong sex drive and a big cock to go with it.

More visits followed, more sweaty bouts of hot passion surrounded by lewd books and obscene pictures. He showed her videos, some were cartoons with mind-blowing lethal torture themes, some were real film, obviously not so blood-thirsty, but pretty exciting to watch and lovely to hear….screams while being fucked…sheer bliss.

He told her he had performed real tortures on real women, wanting to see her re-action.

Far from dis-approval,Eva simply wanted the details and said she wished she had been there to join in.

When he suggested she may like to join him in the degradation and enslavement of a new girl, she accepted without hesitation.

And met Maria.

After the first few sessions,when he had shown her how to make Maria kneel and suck pussy and cock, all Eva's last traces of charity went….she enjoyed her power, loved the cruelty, and wished it was more than just sexual enslavement she could perform.

And now she wrenched the lines as Murdoch thrust into the poor screaming bitch, saw the hooks opes bloodier holes in the stretching nipples, smelled the fear and tasted the terror of her helplessly bound victim, and with her free hand she was dragging orgasm after orgasm from her pouring slit,panties discarded to let her finger herself in wild debauchery.

With commendable self control, Murdoch had been thrusting into his slave girl in time with the nipple wrenching pulls, feeling the extremely special way Maria's vagina contracted briefly as pain made her muscles spasm. It was like being sucked off at the same time as shafting her….a most delightful pastime but one which his increasing lust could not permit to carry on for much longer.

"OH yes…scream you little bitch…..PULL HER….oh…Now….Oooghhh yesssss…." he gasped as he spurted into the chasm of despoiled innocence and ground his hands in her arce cheeks to pull her on just that tiny bit more to meet the spurting jets of semen.

Eva had followed his increasing tempo with speedier jerks on the hook lines, giving an extra strong pull as he ejaculated and opening the multiple holes around the pain hard buds of each nipple so that a quite pronounced flow of blood formed a tracery of red lines all over the heaving breasts.

Now she had the possibly more pleasurable task of pulling the hooks back out of Maria's aureoles, working the hooks right through rather than reversing them because the barbs meant the curved steel would only go one way. Then she sucked the blood away and took the opportunity to chew painfully on each sore teat before applying balm and plasters.

Murdoch pulled a small step lift over so he could stand with his still drooling cock at Maria's head height, and told her to suck him clean.

Sobbing and still shuddering with the affects of prolonged pain, she did as she was told.

It always amazed Murdoch that though a slave knew she was going to die, it hardly ever occurred to her that to refuse an order would not make things any worse. She would dutifully attend to his needs even when her tits hung down in shreds after a flogging with the razor wire whip.

Eva waited until he moved away, then straddled Maria's face and lowered her soaking wet pussy down on the tear-stained face. Without being told, the sex slave knew what was her duty and her tongue lapped away all traces of Eva's come.

Drained from their pleasures,the sadists decided it was time to leave Maria to rest…still bound to the steel frame, of course. They wanted her recovery to be painful, too.

And Murdoch had made it a rule that once he started to seriously mistreat his women, he never left them unsecured even in a locked torture chamber. One day, the worm may turn, and he had no desire to step into a room and meet a club-wielding vixen out for revenge. Keep the bitches chained up or well bound…that was a sensible and rather satisfying rule to follow.

They went to the snug, a small comfortable lounge with bar, soft settee, T.V., video, and plenty of soft lights ans sexy pictures on the walls.

Eva was constantly amazed how quickly this elderly man could recover from quite a strnuous sex session to be ready for more. As he stripped off her blood splashed dominatrix outfit and began to fondle her voluptuous charms, his cock was already showing signs of hardening. By the time he had put on a video showing a young Russian girl tied to a wooden cross, stark naked, being severely whipped by two naked men,it was stiff enough to be seeking entry to her welcoming cunt.

The stereo sound of the leather slashing over female flesh and the piercing screams mingling with gutteral laughter made Eva as randy as a whore on heat.

"I was impressed by your skill with the hooks" he grunted in her ear as he nuzzled her neck and eased his length fully home,lying on top of her. "I thought you might find it difficult to actually pierce her nipples."

"Why ? It was gorgeous !" Eva gasped, pushing her belly up to feel his penis go up against the nub

of her cervix and jolt that delicious tingle into her womb that ran right down her legs to her toes. I've wanted to do things like that for as long as I can remember."

"No guilt ?" he murmured, squeezing her rounded and extremely firm young breasts fondly.

"Of course not…she's a slave…all I want is to get to the bits we talk about, when I can cut the bitch open and really listen to her scream her fucking head off !"

Murdoch began to ride in earnest. "I think I must be a very lucky man ," he chuckled,

"to find such a lovely woman with such a filthy mind !"



End of Chapter One.



Coming soon : Blood and Screams.

Susan