Extreme, Perverse *fantasies*

[Etoile]

during an argument, lo made a vague statement about "keeping something for herself." when we walked into our building, I told her I wanted it. she said no. I chased her up the stairs and ripped her clothes from her body many floors before our own. I asked her, again, if I could have it. she surrendered. I felt a great sense of victory when she said it was mine. It wasn't until much later that I asked what "it" was, that she intended to keep, "for herself".

When no one is looking (especially you), C is still my pleasing little whore. Yesterday, I kissed C in front of her mother. For the first time; since we unofficially became "poly" and officially "broke up". There was a moment before that kiss that felt like an eternity, but the 2nd kiss took no longer, and seemed like half an instant later. C, her mommy and myself, were all in great shock, except for her mommy.

I proof.

Sometimes
on a lark
I sleep with my head
at the foot of the bed
and my feet
at the headboard,
and smile about it
all night long.

I am confused.

 

[luvitlong]

i am soo glad i am not alone in fantasys of rape ,i always feared sharing it as i thought it would be frowned on and i would be called sick.

my fantasy is being raped by 2 or more men, i cant see their faces i just hear them talking about me like a piece of meat, taking what they want and leaving me in the street.

im glad i checked this post out now

 

[madetotakeit]

i am soo glad i am not alone in fantasys of rape ,i always feared sharing it as i thought it would be frowned on and i would be called sick.

my fantasy is being raped by 2 or more men, i cant see their faces i just hear them talking about me like a piece of meat, taking what they want and leaving me in the street.

im glad i checked this post out now

You definitely are not alone in those fantasies. If you do a search in the library I'm sure you will find many threads relating to the topic. This is the one I'm familiar with off the top of my head.

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=559996

 

[Adakgirl]

Slut_loves_pain....

thank you for responding. i too am glad i'm not alone in my darker thoughts. like you i experienced all sorts of twisted sexual abuse throughout childhood, and as i was being hurt, i remember often having a single thought/prayer/wish in my head: "please let me die. please let me die"....so perhaps you have something there with death not being a fear from an early age, or in fact being a welcome, happy thought from an early age, having something to do with such fantasies.

i have quite a collection of pics depicting "snuff" and other extreme things as well.....VERY well hidden of course. but what i love even more are snuff stories, as they're usually written from the p.o.v. of the murderer/rapist, and really do go deep into the psyche of one who has such a drive. i see myself as the victim who, after realizing the end is inevitable, gives up any pretense of fighting or defending herself, and simply surrenders completely to her attacker/s....obeying their every whim as if it will save her life, yet knowing it will not. crawling/scuttling to suck a cock, tho with every limb smashed with a bat, or crowbar...riding a cock as she never has before, with blood gurgling out the mouth. determined to at least be pleasing, even as she takes her last breaths. *shivers*....yes, that is where i see myself.

I am quite sure that this is exactly where your fantasies come from.

 

[Adakgirl]

i am soo glad i am not alone in fantasys of rape ,i always feared sharing it as i thought it would be frowned on and i would be called sick.

my fantasy is being raped by 2 or more men, i cant see their faces i just hear them talking about me like a piece of meat, taking what they want and leaving me in the street.

im glad i checked this post out now

luvitlong, this is a very very common fantasy with women. Nope you are not alone in it and never will be. Not wrong and not sick at all.

I can't say that I have any deep dark fantasies. Mine are deep, and gang bang rape fantasies are included, but I do not consider those dark. Mine are normaly about being chased, caught and taken by force..and I have various others as well. None include my death or the mutilation of my body.

 

[twysted73]

OSG....I applaud your courage for vaulting out onto that ever precarious branch of self-expression. Opening oneself in such a manner for, at times, a very judgemental and ever-correcting audience with few exceptions.

I STAND and applaud your moxy.

 

[ownedsubgal]

OSG....I applaud your courage for vaulting out onto that ever precarious branch of self-expression. Opening oneself in such a manner for, at times, a very judgemental and ever-correcting audience with few exceptions.

I STAND and applaud your moxy.

wow!!! thanks twysted...*ultra blush* ...it's good to feel the lub.

 

[marieR19]

I definitely have real dark fantasies that I would never actually want to happen, but they excite me nonetheless. This past week I've been reading a book about Countess Elizabeth Bathory, and OMG my imagination has been on overdrive! I've been having many fantasies about living back then and being one of Elizabeth's girls, and being tortured and her drinking my blood... *shudders* There is this one part in the book where she is beating one of her maids and punches her in between her legs so hard that her fist goes into her cunt, and then another where she holds a candle in between the girl's legs and burns her flesh off.... Definitely not things I'd want in RL, but omg the fantasies are delicious!

Heather

 

[RJMasters]

I remember watching chain saw massacre once, and the scene that I could never get out of my head was where the girl was in the kitchen and there was a metal hook or stake driven through her hand to ensure she didn't run off somewhere.

I have had several fantasies which vary in how I am taking a woman with her hands nailed down, or feet with a board and nails used as a spreader bar.

I think these fantasies are more extreme versions of wanting to restrain (I.E. Think bondage) mixed with my desire to turn a woman's body against her with pleasure admist so much pain. If for no other reason to see if she can handle the two extremes colliding at once inside her. Most times that is enough, sometimes I let it go a little deeper and pretend she can't handle it and her mind snaps. She's no longer sobbing or crying or screaming. When I turn her over she lays there limp and she stares blankly at the ceiling. She thinks she can escape me this way, but she forgets that even if her body has shut down, her mind is still open and there is nothing she can do to stop the whispers I utter to her. At that point watching tears well up and overflow is as good as any orgasm. She has now become my broken fucktoy. My little wide eyed porcelain doll.

I don't know what other people's dark fantasies do for them, but mine, like the one above, often doesn't end in an earth shattering orgasm or any orgasm at all for that matter. At that point an orgasm almost seems meaningless compared to what else is happening. It causes a lot of love/hate/confusion things to surface about myself and I usually just want to be left alone because I think no one could possibly understand.

Its not that these type of fantasies happen often. I can get along with fantasies of flogging and bondage fairly well, but I think over time it builds up on me.

One thing I noticed was that writing also seems to has a good effect. What I summize from that is fantasy and writing are ways in which I channel the more dangerious parts of my energies. I have noticed that writing tends to have better aftercare, and reminds me that I should probably write more.

 

[RJMasters]

Also reading OSG and Heather's and others, I noticed something I hadn't before, in that the fantasies shared are ones done to them. Mine are more of doing things to others. I don't know why, but that just hit me and thought it beared mentioning as an interesting thought to ponder.

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

I remember watching chain saw massacre once, and the scene that I could never get out of my head was where the girl was in the kitchen and there was a metal hook or stake driven through her hand to ensure she didn't run off somewhere.

I have had several fantasies which vary in how I am taking a woman with her hands nailed down, or feet with a board and nails used as a spreader bar.

I think these fantasies are more extreme versions of wanting to restrain (I.E. Think bondage) mixed with my desire to turn a woman's body against her with pleasure admist so much pain. If for no other reason to see if she can handle the two extremes colliding at once inside her. Most times that is enough, sometimes I let it go a little deeper and pretend she can't handle it and her mind snaps. She's no longer sobbing or crying or screaming. When I turn her over she lays there limp and she stares blankly at the ceiling. She thinks she can escape me this way, but she forgets that even if her body has shut down, her mind is still open and there is nothing she can do to stop the whispers I utter to her. At that point watching tears well up and overflow is as good as any orgasm. She has now become my broken fucktoy. My little wide eyed porcelain doll.

I don't know what other people's dark fantasies do for them, but mine, like the one above, often doesn't end in an earth shattering orgasm or any orgasm at all for that matter. At that point an orgasm almost seems meaningless compared to what else is happening. It causes a lot of love/hate/confusion things to surface about myself and I usually just want to be left alone because I think no one could possibly understand.

Its not that these type of fantasies happen often. I can get along with fantasies of flogging and bondage fairly well, but I think over time it builds up on me.

One thing I noticed was that writing also seems to has a good effect. What I summize from that is fantasy and writing are ways in which I channel the more dangerious parts of my energies. I have noticed that writing tends to have better aftercare, and reminds me that I should probably write more.

lovely fantasy *shivers*

 

[intothewoods]

The reason I started to explore bdsm in the first place was because of a guy I chatted with for a few weeks or something like that, from the lit chat rooms. I had never done the chat room thing, and found it kind of a fun power trip of a game for a short while.

Anyway, so I met this guy - and it's a trip because I still don't know who he is. I would never do something like this again, but I never thought I could get caught up in feelings for someone I never even met. Anyway, he claimed to be a big time richy rich lawyer living in New Canaan, CT, and that he had this perfect life but his wife was just not willing to entertain his deep dark fantasies. I egged him on because it seemed fun at first, but then I eventually found him very compelling. But that part of the story is boring.

The fantasies. So, he told me that when he was a teenager he used to jerk off in his room and his mother caught him one day. Only instead of acting shocked she just put his laundry away and told him not to worry, he could go right ahead. And then I think he said that she even looked over at him right when he was going to cum. And they repeated this little scenario many many times.

I told him that sounded pretty crazy, but I didn't mind him telling me. I didn't find it a turn on. I thought it was fucked up. But I totally loved that he was telling me his deep, dark secret stuff. I kept egging him on and all that. It felt very safe to me - some guy I didn't know, telling me all this weird stuff, but I didn't have to look at him or talk to him or risk anything.

But now I look back and think, was any of that true? Or was he hoping to just shock me? I think, given the way things went, he wanted me to be really thrilled and feel important and special that he had chosen me to bestow this charming little story upon. Eventually, after enough stories, it worked and I was really pretty hooked on him. The tables had turned.

And then he got into the, I want to buy a leather whip and take you to a hotel and whip you stuff. All this stuff I'd never heard from anyone in my life, especially not a man. So I found it incredibly thrilling.

And then he disappeared one day. And I was left with these fantasies of hurting myself, which I had never had before. I think I missed the adrenaline rush of talking to him, and my brain tried to recreate it in some way. It was all a very weird, scary time for me.

 

[ownedsubgal]

Also reading OSG and Heather's and others, I noticed something I hadn't before, in that the fantasies shared are ones done to them. Mine are more of doing things to others. I don't know why, but that just hit me and thought it beared mentioning as an interesting thought to ponder.

well that follows, you being a mDom, and us being fsubs. it is hard for me to think of a fantasy in which i'm not a victim...i can't recall ever having any fantasy about writhing around in orgasmic bliss or even where my partner/s and i were equals. sex only really makes sense and feels right to me if someone else is dishing it out, and i'm taking it, like it or not.

now as far as the fantasy you described...quite yummy indeed. the part that touched me the most was where you referred to the girl finally ending up in a blank/impassive/emotionally dead state where she's only a doll, a shell, passively accepting her fate as you torture her. i fantasize often about being in such a state, and this even with my being unfortunately familiar with the reality of it.

 

[SinfulSailor]

Test of Time

The "classic" bdsm artists often brought to "life" on canvas or with ink the extreme fantasies being discussed in this thread. Some of the Dolcett fantasy illustrations are based on the fantasy described by the OP. Check it out here: (Not for the faint of heart.)

http://www.necrobabes.org/dolcett/

Classic bdsm art has always been a fetish of mine and Dolcett has always been one of my favs.

Robert Bishop may be the best known of the old style bdsm artists. I googled him but I didn't find any free sites with his stuff. There used to be some sites that had his full portfolio. Back in the day..... sigh

Stanton, if memory serves, preferred the femdom in his artistry. Maybe Ward did too. I don't remember right now.

DeMulatto (wicked sounding name, huh?) was another extreme artist from the '50's or '60's that comes to mind.

They called everything S&M back then.

So....... aside from the enjoyment of kinky art and fantasies brought to "life" on paper, canvas or our screen, I write this to point out that fantasies such as the OP's have been with us for a long time and have stood the test of time.

On the Dolcett website the webmistress (Dolcett's curator, if you will) discusses the gulf that separates these fantasies from reality. (If memory serves. I didn't reread it before writing this post.)

Oh yeah. Dating back to the Spanish Inquisition artists have been illustrating these extreme fantasies, although in the case of the Inquisition I guess it was sometimes more of documenting than illustrating. A few drawings are on this site: (Including one impalement drawing.)

http://www.inquisitionchamber.com/

 

[cherokee_dove]

To set the scene: The first part was real, the second part was and still is a deep perverted fantasy of mine.

Part 1

Riding down a back country road on my motorcycle 10 or 11 years ago, just to feel the wind in my hair and get back with nature; after a long winter stuck mainly inside. Happened to look in my side mirror and saw a HUGE group of bikers approaching fast from behind me.

In the reality, i sped up; got the hell to a nearby truck stop with people out and about and they turned tail because too many people around.


Part 2

The fantasy started where their bikes surrounded me on the back country road.

With them surrounding me on all sides, they slowly forced me to pull the bike off the road; or lay it down at full speed and risk death. As i was pulling over, shaking in my boots, i kept hearing them say "Oh yeah we got ourselves another bitch for the kennel".

They yanked me off the bike, tying my hands behind me and to the "sissy bar" on the leads bike. And had another biker get on mine and bring it with us.

They took me to this big huge warehouse out in the middle of no where, and as they roared up, the door lifted and they pulled straight in; hidden from the world.

After being yanked off the bike and thrown to the ground, i looked around to see what kind of place it was. Bikers everywhere and a few women either servicing them or cooking and cleaning.

I turned my head on around, and saw that in one corner stood a woman, completely naked, chained to the wall, being flogged like mad. Another woman was on a mattress being fucked by quite a few guys and she was screaming, and they were lust laughing evilly between themselves and kept on forcing her.

Next thing i know, i am grabbed from behind by my hair and yanked up, dragged by my hair over to another mattress, and this huge biker, 6ft tall or more, muscles bulging everywhere; comes over to me and just with sheer force; rips my clothes off and throws me down on the mattress.

I started fighting back and he backslapped me so hard, i flew into another bikers arms and he said "You WILL do what you are told or you will regret it."

Standing there shaking from fear and cold, they start moving in on me. All the while, grinning evilly. One grabs me and throws me to the floor and shoves his dick clear down my throat so quick i can't think to grab air before hand. And just starts fucking me hard. I am pounding on his legs, trying to pull back to get air,and wasnt paying any attention to what is going on around us, when next i felt someone lay down beside me and arms picking me up all at once.

They slam me down on the dick of the guy laying down, not caring if i was wet or dry. And both of them just start pounding away hard. I am still trying to fight my way out of the whole situation when i then feel someone shoving a hand into my back to force me to lay down on the guy under me.

The one who shoved me down then shoves his huge cock up my dry ass fast and deep. He started calling me names i had never heard before and all of them just pounding into me, not caring about me; just their own needs.

After all three orgasm, and the one that had been fucking my throat forces me to swallow; the big guy that had been in my ass yelled "SWITCH" and another group of three came over and started doing the same thing.

After several times of this, one of them yells "Get the camera, the bitch is starting to like this and I want to catch her face when she sees Jake."

After they get off, the pull out and stand up and over walks this monster of a man with tattoos all over his body, and i looked up and he had to stand over 7 ft tall, and he was just smiling down at me with the most evil grin i had ever seen.

He looks me in the eye, and says "Bitch, its time for you to find out what it feels to be Tower's Bitch. And he looks down at his cock that he was stroking, and my eyes follow and my jaw dropped. This guys cock had to be at least 12-14 inches long and wider than i any remember seeing before.

He yanks me up off the mattress and slams me down on that huge thing, all the while him still standing. Starts slamming me down so hard, forcing that cock deep into me, not caring that i was screaming my lungs out.

He had such control, that it took what seemed like over an hour to finally cum. When he dragged my body off him, i was passed out.

I get rudely and painfully awakened, when i feel this scorching hot pain searing my ass cheek and try to fight away but am being held down by the others. When it was finished, Tower forced me to back up to a long mirror and made me look to see the word "Tower's" branded into my ass.

At that point, i looked up at him and a moan forced itself out of me, and i came in a flood; knowing i was Towers bitch for life after Him branding me that way.

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That still gets me going so much that i would probably pass out if i ever met a hard core biker named Tower in my neck of the woods.

And yes, thats one reason i luv and need the roughness as part of my kinks.

 

[ownedsubgal]

cherokee, that was a really good one! now if it were my fantasy, i'd only change one teeny lil thing...no cumming for me. just crying and then blank acceptance. okay two things...i'd probably make Jake a german shepherd. eh, we all have our buttons.

 

[nickollette]

I can't think of anything too terribly out of the normal on a fantasy level...I also don't let myself think of too much passed relatively tame things. I'm sure there's reason for that, probably too worried that if I let myself be as fucked up as I know I'm capable, the lines of sanity might blur too much.

I think the best fantasy I've had involves clowns. They absolutely terrify me. A clown mask or face paint on an unrelentless dom is enough to make my mind content right now. I just need to work on letting myself open up everything I keep so locked away...it is after all my head, no one lives in there but me so I have no reason to worry about what I'm thinking as something wrong.

 

[BiBunny]

I have a lot of fantasies that ultimately end with my death. I'm about snuff like Netz--I think--is about male castration. If my partner and I could do it every week, I'll be all over it.

 

[MzChrista]

The "classic" bdsm artists often brought to "life" on canvas or with ink the extreme fantasies being discussed in this thread. Some of the Dolcett fantasy illustrations are based on the fantasy described by the OP. Check it out here: (Not for the faint of heart.)

http://www.necrobabes.org/dolcett/

Classic bdsm art has always been a fetish of mine and Dolcett has always been one of my favs.

Robert Bishop may be the best known of the old style bdsm artists. I googled him but I didn't find any free sites with his stuff. There used to be some sites that had his full portfolio. Back in the day..... sigh

Stanton, if memory serves, preferred the femdom in his artistry. Maybe Ward did too. I don't remember right now.

DeMulatto (wicked sounding name, huh?) was another extreme artist from the '50's or '60's that comes to mind.

They called everything S&M back then.

So....... aside from the enjoyment of kinky art and fantasies brought to "life" on paper, canvas or our screen, I write this to point out that fantasies such as the OP's have been with us for a long time and have stood the test of time.

On the Dolcett website the webmistress (Dolcett's curator, if you will) discusses the gulf that separates these fantasies from reality. (If memory serves. I didn't reread it before writing this post.)

Oh yeah. Dating back to the Spanish Inquisition artists have been illustrating these extreme fantasies, although in the case of the Inquisition I guess it was sometimes more of documenting than illustrating. A few drawings are on this site: (Including one impalement drawing.)

http://www.inquisitionchamber.com/

I had a male sub who fantasized that he was a Dolcett girl. Go figure.


I wouldnt mind having a guillotine though. That would keep them in line.

 

[YourCaptor]

I have a lot of gruesome fantasies you may enjoy, many of them I think reflect internal conflicts within myself. I have very rarely shared them, they are pretty damn twisted, way too much for lit. However I believe that keeping anything in ones own head for too long is unhealthy.

So, If you are up for it, I could post one or two.

male castration

Oddly enough on occasion I have fantasies about something like this. It usually goes along the lines of seriously brutalizing a women, then telling her to bite my dick off. It actually feels good to have it done. I think it speak about how I once tried to deny all these rogue feelings I have, wishing I could be rid of it. Oddly enough I also must have known that was impossible, because after biting my dick of, she suffocates on it.

 

[catalina_francisco]

The "classic" bdsm artists often brought to "life" on canvas or with ink the extreme fantasies being discussed in this thread. Some of the Dolcett fantasy illustrations are based on the fantasy described by the OP. Check it out here: (Not for the faint of heart.)

http://www.necrobabes.org/dolcett/

Classic bdsm art has always been a fetish of mine and Dolcett has always been one of my favs.

Robert Bishop may be the best known of the old style bdsm artists. I googled him but I didn't find any free sites with his stuff. There used to be some sites that had his full portfolio. Back in the day..... sigh

Stanton, if memory serves, preferred the femdom in his artistry. Maybe Ward did too. I don't remember right now.

DeMulatto (wicked sounding name, huh?) was another extreme artist from the '50's or '60's that comes to mind.

They called everything S&M back then.

So....... aside from the enjoyment of kinky art and fantasies brought to "life" on paper, canvas or our screen, I write this to point out that fantasies such as the OP's have been with us for a long time and have stood the test of time.

On the Dolcett website the webmistress (Dolcett's curator, if you will) discusses the gulf that separates these fantasies from reality. (If memory serves. I didn't reread it before writing this post.)

Oh yeah. Dating back to the Spanish Inquisition artists have been illustrating these extreme fantasies, although in the case of the Inquisition I guess it was sometimes more of documenting than illustrating. A few drawings are on this site: (Including one impalement drawing.)

http://www.inquisitionchamber.com/

You might find interest in the Dolcett Girls thread.

Catalina

 

[Etoile]

I wish I could remember the name of some books that have women being cut up and used for parts and stuff. I think the title was a date, possibly ending in 41. Does anybody have ANY idea what I'm talking about?

 

[Netzach]

I have a lot of fantasies that ultimately end with my death. I'm about snuff like Netz--I think--is about male castration. If my partner and I could do it every week, I'll be all over it.

Oh, haha. Sorta.

But my castration fantasies are weird.

I don't want to whack the willie myself, it's all about getting them on board - taking them to the clinic where the nice lady with an elastrator will fix them and cut out their tongues, the look on their face when I drop them off with a kiss on the cheek and tell them I'll pick them up in the evening.

Or getting them booked with me on the flight to Thailand, where they're going to come back Barbie.Only they don't know it yet. Maybe they think I'm going to fuck thir brains out all week, maybe they think they're the lucky service boy for the trip.

Lately one of my heavy-rotation ones which isn't gross but just a giant headfuck -

Seduce a really masculine, strong, submissive who can switch but it doesn't feed him as much as having someone to own him does type.... Train train train till they're a complete "I'd die for you" solider of a submissive. Then train train some more in -- topping skills. Mentally refine them into a perfect dominant, the dominant that everyone wants, the boys, the girls...train him to the point where he enjoys the sadism and the meanness of the headfuck I would perpetrate. Let him have slaves, subs. Maybe one girl or boy who falls in love with him. Stay only connected to him for a year to retain the influence I have, never letting him forget that no matter who he thinks he is when he's with me, he's a thing. My thing. Finally one day have him bring the lover over. Where they find him naked, curled around my boots, licking and kissing, abject, totally chained and locked. The first time they've ever met me.

"Oh, you didn't think it ever had a thought of it's own in its head that wasn't put there, did you my dear?"

 

[BiBunny]

Oh, haha. Sorta.

But my castration fantasies are weird.

I don't want to whack the willie myself, it's all about getting them on board - taking them to the clinic where the nice lady with an elastrator will fix them and cut out their tongues, the look on their face when I drop them off with a kiss on the cheek and tell them I'll pick them up in the evening.

Or getting them booked with me on the flight to Thailand, where they're going to come back Barbie.Only they don't know it yet. Maybe they think I'm going to fuck thir brains out all week, maybe they think they're the lucky service boy for the trip.

Lately one of my heavy-rotation ones which isn't gross but just a giant headfuck -

Seduce a really masculine, strong, submissive who can switch but it doesn't feed him as much as having someone to own him does type.... Train train train till they're a complete "I'd die for you" solider of a submissive. Then train train some more in -- topping skills. Mentally refine them into a perfect dominant, the dominant that everyone wants, the boys, the girls...train him to the point where he enjoys the sadism and the meanness of the headfuck I would perpetrate. Let him have slaves, subs. Maybe one girl or boy who falls in love with him. Stay only connected to him for a year to retain the influence I have, never letting him forget that no matter who he thinks he is when he's with me, he's a thing. My thing. Finally one day have him bring the lover over. Where they find him naked, curled around my boots, licking and kissing, abject, totally chained and locked. The first time they've ever met me.

"Oh, you didn't think it ever had a thought of it's own in its head that wasn't put there, did you my dear?"

*Jaw drops* That is fucking smokin' hot. Mmmm, masturbation fodder for weeks off just this one post.

 

[marieR19]

Oh WOW, Netz! That is HOT!