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NSFW: Things you are likely to find in my basement.

WARNING: you probably won’t like what you are about to read. If you are easily offended… don’t read it. If you are open to everything super weird and don’t take things seriously (this is clearly completely made up ) then please continue…..

You guys are the ones thinking it, so why not feed the fire?

Let me take you on an intimate journey…. into the depths of my awesomeness.

First come walk with me through my chamber. The walls, ceiling, and floors are going to move around a bit so try to keep your balance. Don’t worry about the skeletons. They won’t hurt you, they are already dead. duh. Or was it not the skeletons you were worried about? In any case, please excuse the mess. My slave boys have been doing a bad job cleaning up… so now they are a bit… tied up. I’ll introduce them to you in a minute….

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Oh… look out… that’s Jack, my ex. He had a bit too much of the rum and ran off with some wenches without me. We had a little talk and everything is fine now. In fact, he always seems to be hanging around. Kisses baby!

Prized Possession Animated Prop

Prized Possession Animated Prop

Now if you will step this way….

Let me show you my absolute most prized possession. By possession, I mean possessed. Meet the little one. You guys are all curious about this bed breaking “devil sex”… Well here is the bi-product of a freakish yet loving environment. Isn’t she just darling? She has my eyes. Careful, don’t get too close. She hasn’t fed yet today and when she’s really hungry she’ll spin her head around and vomit at you.

Keep walking with me please.

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If you look right ahead I’d like to show you my behavioral reinforcement table. Just ignore this man laying here. He is a disappointment. He likes to dress like a show pony and have me train him… yet in our last session he failed numerous times to pick up his leads as a proper show pony should. He also spoke out when disciplined. Ponies do not speak. Therefore he has to go through the shocks. I keep the hood on at all times of course. Here let me turn on the shocks for you. He needs to learn his lesson anyway…..

Grimlock

Speaking of bad boys. Here is #359 (the slaves here live by numbers, not names). This one failed to clean my chambers properly after one of my sessions. He even forgot which floggers go where. I’m very upset with him. He has been in the stocks for a couple of weeks. I let his feet free so he can move about and clean the floors with a broom in his mouth. He’s learning slowly but surely. If he keeps up the good work I may let him out soon!

Tortured Torso With Rats Life Size

Finally, meet Larry. He kept getting excited on me… despite numerous warnings not to. So I blindfolded him and let him play with my pets. I don’t think it will be a problem anymore.

That concludes the tour. I hope you enjoyed looking into my world. So… are we still on for that dinner and a movie date or what?

10 Days of Torture: Mother in Law…cont.

We last left our hero (you) in the middle of the woods at his mother in law’s rickety old farm house. He was with his beautiful woman and just about to step up the the looming door.

… As you both stare at the sorry excuse for a house in front of you, you lightly squeeze her hand and smile. Is there anything I should know before we go in there?you say with a wink.

She looks at you with wide eyes and slightly parts her lips, “Eat whatever they put in front of you.” Before you can react to this odd statement, the front door flies open. Two hideous creatures run at you while you stand immobilized by fear and confusion. Is this really happening?

Mr Living Dead Adult Mask

Before you know it, you are blindfolded and dragged into the house. You hit your head on the steps and go unconscious. Everything is black. When you awake you find that you are still blindfolded. You can’t move your hands or feet and realize you are bound to a chair. Your body goes cold. This is the end. You try to slow down you breathing and listen to the sounds in the room. Things are rustling and people are whispering. In your panic you can’t make out what they are saying.

All of a sudden the blindfold is ripped from your face. You are now able to see the horror around you. Hideous faces peer at your hungrily from the dark smokey room. The faces are warped and twisted. They unlike any human face you’ve ever seen. Before you can really adjust your eyes, a hand grabs the back of your head and shoves you and the chair full speed towards the dinner table. Your eyes widen in horror as you see what appears to be a half eaten body stretched across the table. Your blood races through your veins as you close your eyes and pray for this not to be real.

A horrid breathy growl of a voice bites at your ear. “Eat”, it says. Another creature twists and moves unsettling towards you with a knife. It points at the others staring all around you. They have guns pointed. You know there is no way out of this. In the corner of your eye you see your beautiful lady. She sits at the table with her eyes down. You wonder if these things killed her family or if they are her family. Thoughts race. Did she plan to do this to you? Your thoughts are cut off by the cold blade of the knife against your skin. It cuts the ropes and your hands are free.

Butcher Table

The hand on the back of your head pushes your face into the table. “EAT!”, it growls with more intensity this time. You grab the fork and without hesitation spin around and plunge it right into your captor’s shoulder. A scream is let out, followed by a strange muffled laughter. You are stunned and frozen. All around you the laughter gets louder… followed by cheering.You look at your lady and she has a big beautiful smile on her face. What is going on?

The creatures drop their guns and peel at their faces. Your brain feels like it’s going to explode any minute. You are disconnected with reality. You must be going crazy. You close your eyes. You open them. People. Normal people. Normal people are staring back at you. The creature that you had plunged the fork in was a normal looking American. He had a smile on his face. He shook his head in laughter and said, “Welcome to the family boy! You sure are somethin’! We put a hell of a scare in you. Most sissies run to the door but you put up a fight!” He reached and pulled out the fork from his shoulder. No blood! “Good thing I got this big foam suit on just in case things get messy!” he said in his burly southern voice.

Another woman chipped in, “We get our masks on Frightcatalog.com. We just wanted to see who is tough enough to deserve our baby girl! You passed the test!’ Your whole body is aching and you can’t see straight. You point at the table towards the bloody half eaten body and start to mumble, “but..” You are cut off by another voice, “Oh, that’s just a prop we got off the site too. Sure did fool you!”. More laughter.

Your lady comes running up to you with her strawberry gold locks bouncing behind her. She wraps her arms around you and kisses you on the lips. “Oh honey, you did so well! Welcome to the family!”

With that, you haphazardly push her away and untie your legs from the chair. You take a moment to breathe, you stand up, give a salute to the crazy family around you, and walk towards the door, grabbing the apple pie on your way out. No broad is worth shitting your pants over.

Open road, apple pie, and a football game on TV for when you get home. Not too bad.

The End.