Melissa

Chapter 1: Wife Before, Fuckmeat Forever More

“I'm can’t believe you convinced me to do this”

My sexy wife Melissa trotted along the sidewalk in sexy black pumps. Her slim toned body fit just right in the black dress she wore to match. She had one arm around mine as we walked from the car to the “Swingers club” I had spent months convincing her to go to. 

She wore pretty red lipstick, highlighting a nervous but excited smile. She had that same joyous spark in her eyes she always had. That light in her eyes was about to be replaced by terror, her naive smile replaced with a pair of her own panties stuffed into her mouth with packing tape. 

“Remember hun, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” I had told her reassuringly on the way over. Little did the bitch know she would be doing a lot of things she didn’t want to over the coming months. 

We got to the door, it was an abandoned warehouse on a side street.

“Wha…where are we? This doesn’t look like a club.”

“It’s hidden on purpose. It’s like a speakeasy.”

“Oh!” She chirped with a naive smile as I knocked three times on the heavy metal door.

About a minute passed, and a masked man opened the door. Before Melissa could even register the mask, the large man grabbed her and quickly placed a brown sack on her head. Two other men quickly jumped on her and held down her limbs.

Melissa began screaming and thrashing as the men held her down. With a quickness, the initial assailant jabbed a needle into my sexy wife’s buttocks, piercing the once-pristine dress. 

After a minute more of thrashing, she eventually went limp. As the men carried her downstairs to the dungeon, my cock began to go rock hard. Melissa’s time as my lovely spouse had ended. Now began her (much shorter) period in life as a piece of rape and torture meat. 

Chapter 2: Wake up time

Melissa woke up in what was a rather odd contraption. I had built it myself along with other 7 or 8 contraptions in the basement. You see I had been planning this event for the past year or so - my smiling loving wife none-the-wiser. She was about to discover all those times I had been staying home late from work, I was actually toiling away to create the most devious torture chamber known to man. The kind that would send a shiver down any unsuspecting girls’ spine at the sight alone.

The basement was mainly stone concrete. The walls lined with instruments of torture - whips, prods, canes, and needles  of all shapes and sizes lined the wall. 

Melissa herself was in quite the bind. Her head and hands were trapped in metal stocks (I had gotten her neck and wrists fitted perfectly while I built the device under the guise that I was picking out a nice sweater for her). Her knees were bent 90° and her high heeled feet faced the ceiling - also trapped in metal stocks that fit perfectly around her ankles. 

She wore a tight blindfold and a big dildo penis gag in her mouth. 

A wooden horse, paddling bench, and St Andrew’s cross adorned the basement. I sat in a chair off to the side, watching the spectacle unfold. My cock harder than it had ever been. 

The 3 masked men approached the bound and crying cunt, each holding either a cane or a whip, laying light little strokes on her bare buttocks.

One of the men, a large olive-skinned bald gentleman approached my terrified wife-turned-rapemeat’s high heeled feet. 

“Now for the main attraction boys. Let’s see what we’re dealing with.”

With that he removed the heels to reveal the perfect soles underneath. Perfectly smooth, unmarked, and ready to be brutally tortured. 

As the man brushed a hand against the perfect foot. Melissa’s freshly-painted white toes squirmed as she did what little she could to resist the unwelcome caress. 

Her feet were now less-so body parts but rather objects. Two delicious toys to be electrocuted, burned, whipped, scarred, and ejaculated onto. 

“Plenty here to torture,” he said, now rubbing the cane against the squirming feet.

“Hold on,” I exclaimed, hand stroking my cock. “Let’s keep her feet unmarked until she goes into the pit. Shocks only for now.”

With that, the three men began setting up electrodes along the squirming appendages. A shock charge on each toe and 2 on the sole got the bitch ready for what was about to be the most painful experience of her life to date (though not even close to the most painful she’ll experience down here) 

The electric machine began humming and the first moans began. Then as the dial was turned up, the moans became gag-muffled yells, which eventually turned into cock-hardening screeches from behind her dildo gag. 

As our plaything filled the dungeon air with wails and garbeled screams - the three men began masturbating furiously. 

“Can we get the bitch be ready for rape boss?”

“Couple more minutes guys, her throat isn’t even sore yet.”

After another 20 minutes of angelic screaming, my cock was ready to explode. I walked over to my wailing wife, aimed my cock directly at the tortured soles, turned the electricity up to near max, and busted a load onto the still-unmarked feet as they squirmed around futially. 

Funny, my wife had never allowed me to fully enjoy and express my foot fetish. Now, I was enjoying it without the slightest regard for her wishes. 

“Ok boys, you can rape her now.”

With that the three assailants undid Melissa from her restraints. They retied her in a hogtie and took turns violating her ass and pussy equally, soon filling the whore with gallons of cum. 

After we all had our release, we unbound the slut and got her to her knees. Still blindfolded, Melissa couldn’t see as I placed a black collar around her neck with her new name: Foot Meat. 

Chapter 3: Foot Meat

Foot Meat (formerly Melissa) hated cramped spaces. I know because she would always complain about feeling claustrophobic. Even in the most mundane of scenarios, like when we were in the back of a crowded train. 

Tonight, she would experience a level of claustrophobia her dumb cunt brain had probably never imagined. 

Foot Meat was locked inside a metal, full-body cage, which kept her nearly totally immobile. She kept her gag, but her blindfold was removed. I wanted to see the fear and pain in her eyes. 

In addition, a vibrator was stuffed inside her and a pair of vicious clamps adorned her nipples. 

While in this cage, she was lowered, upside-down, into a 5 and a half foot pit. Once lowered inside, all that appeared on the surface were her wriggling feet, trapped in two metal cuffs that fit snugly around her ankles. The cuffs had a plate fitted that covered the entrance of the pit. The visual effect of this was a pair of feet jutting out of the floor. It was a rather odd sight. 

Once that was completed, we tied each toe to a wire, which was then screwed into the floor. This spread her feet wide, keeping our play objects  splayed and unable to wriggle around. 

The 4 of us each grabbed whips from the wall. I did the honors and gave the first lash. I waited for the scream but didn’t hear a sound. The noise cancelling effect of the soundproof pit I had spent months building had done its job. 

On a large TV screen on the wall next to us, however, we could see that the cunt was in fact screaming her head off. You see, we were live streaming a night vision camera to capture her wailing and pained expressions of misery in real time. 

The boys and I spent the next 20 minutes whipping the unmoving targets. Laying lash after lash on the increasingly battered and striped pain toys until we decided it was time to move on.

The next hour was a load of cock hardening fun. Cattle prods, canes, rubber mallets, BB guns, and more were all used without discretion on the unmoving targets as the TV captured her misery in high definition. 

The real fun started when we brought over a tray of needles. It was fun poking and prodding at her delicate toes, watching her face contort on the screen with each poke. 

When we ran out of new toys, we resorted to jumping and stomping on her trapped appendages. 

For the finale, we poured hot candle wax all over her feet until they were completely covered. Then we split into teams, each given a foot to whip, and began whipping off the wax. Whichever team whipped off all the wax on their foot first won $50. 

Fortunately, my partner and I finished first, hitting the last bit of dried candle wax off right in the nick of time.

After our fun was over, we undid the wires holding the toes down, and pulled the cage out of the pit. As we lifted the sobbing piece of fuckmeat out, we welcomed her back to earth with cattle prods to her thighs, ass, stomach, and tits. One of the men replaced Foot Meat’s gag with a silver ring gag. As he was changing it the cunt-formerly-known-as Melissa let out a torrent of begging, asking how I could do something like this to her. This incessant whining was met with a shock to the whore’s cunt at full charge. The bitch screamed, causing her mouth to open wide enough for the ring gag to slide right in without a fuss.

Following this, each of us took turns blowing a load into the crying cunt’s mouth, while the others continued the shocking. 

By now it was almost 3 am and we were all ready to sleep. The dark haired man unlocked Foot Meat’s head, bending it so she could drink some water and a protein shake. He then reattached the vice holding her head still. 

“ok time for beddy bye cunt” I exclaimed as the cage began to lower again.

Melissa looked at me with shock and horror, imaging she would now have to spend the night in this stringent bondage. I just smiled back as she tried and failed to shake her head back and forth in the vice, and scream garbled pleas from the ring gag. 

Once her feet poked out yet again from the stone floor, we wired them up with electrodes, turned it on, and watched them dance for us - no toe wires this time. 

“That should keep her entertained” I exclaimed, getting a round of laughs as the four of us left the dungeon. We needed our rest tonight as tomorrow would be an even worse day for the hapless cunt, as we showed her the true meaning of pain and degradation. 

Chapter 4: Another day with Foot Meat

It was a new day and the sun and was shining. Except for down in the basement, where Melissa had spent the sleepless night in torturous bondage and with electricity coursing through her feet. I drove along the gravel path to the abandoned building, my cock hard and balls full of cum for my lovely wife/fuckmeat, Melissa. 

I knocked three times on the door and a masked man with long grey hair opened the door. The mask covered only his face so one could see his long grey hair. Not disheveled, but finely combed and thick - impressive for a man his age. He was one of the three fine young fellows I had paid handsomely to help orchestrate this brutal act. He was the oldest, and the ring leader of the three. I didn’t know his or the other’s real names, only their code names. The gray haired leader of the group was Silver. The large dark haired man with olive skin was Brutus. He wore a red devil mask which I’m sure scared the shit out of our new slave. The third man, who wore a balaclava covering his entire head, was the smallest of the three in stature but was endowed with a very large cock. Perfect for digging painfully deep into the guts of our new toy. He went by Jimmy. 

As I descended the basement steps, I saw Jimmy and Brutus had already started the days work. Foot Meat was hanging from the ceiling in a rather uncomfortable strappado. Her body was contorted oddly as the rope dug into her pussy and circled her neck and tits tightly. She looked like an adorable puppet dangling from the concrete roof, ready to be played with. 

She wore a blindfold and big black ball gag in her mouth, which was so large it caused drool to continuously drip down onto the basement floor as she dangled in space. A pair of vicious clamps also adorned her rope-bound tits. 

I was rock hard and needed a release before the fun could start so I had Jimmy lower the ropes a bit so her soft love hole lined up with my enraged cock. I snagged some drool off the shiny ball gag and used it to lube up my cock. I knew she wouldn’t be wet, so some spit would be necessary. 

After some grunting and pushing I jutted myself into her tight pink orifice, quickly building up steam in and out, feeling her cry and moan as the man she thought loved and cared for her took her without consent so brazenly. The man who promised to always love and cherish her was now treating her like a mere plaything, with no real explanation. Had she done something wrong? Why was this happening? These are questions she would never know the answers to - the bitch would quite literally go to the grave not knowing why her once loving husband had decided to rape and torture her down in a dungeon basement along with 3 other strange men.

The thought of this pushed me over the edge and I grabbed the ropes, pulling my rape-puppet deeper and deeper onto my cock with each thrust until I was spurting my first load of many today into her now well-used fuck-hole. 

As I pulled out reluctantly, I spun the hanging slave to inspect her feet. As I guessed they bore the marks of an evening of unyielding torment by a group of men who wished them nothing but harm. They were no longer the pristine feet of days passed - rather a macabre collage of torture, a beautiful testament to the carnal acts that had taken place just a day prior. 

Despite seeing all this, I felt that she still hadn’t had enough. 

“Tie the bitch tie the wall,” I ordered the men. “One foot in the air.” 

Melissa was promptly tied as instructed. Her hands were tied behind her back, and anchored to a hook in the wall. She stood on one foot as the left foot was tied at the ankle and lifted into the air such that her leg was at a 90° angle. We took out the gag this time to hear her pleading and screams.

When the first lash hit her already badly bruised and nerve-damaged foot, the whore collapsed. Her right leg gave out and she simply slumped as much as her ropes would allow while muttering a pathetic “no no…no please god no” between sobs

After some cattle prodding to the cunt, our bitch quickly got the message and returned to her stance. 

Almost an hour went by like nothing. Whipping just the one pathetic foot, which twisted and flopped around freely in front of her as it pathetically tried to dodge the endless barrage of flying leather tails. The prod came out multiple times as the disobedient slut kept collapsing out of pain and exhaustion. Her body was covered in sweat, so, we graciously doused her in a bucket of ice water. 

After our fun was over, we retied Melissa such that she was forced to bend at the waist. Her hands were now cuffed to her ankles and a rope around her stomach kept her tethered to the ceiling for support. 

Each of us proceeded to have our turn raping the sobbing fucktoy, taking breaks in between for some hearty ass beating with a series of wooden paddles and canes. The endless begging and screams of despair between sounds of wood slapping flash was the most beautiful symphony of sounds I’d ever heard, and only served to fuel us into a second round of rapes and beatings. 

Once finished, I thought a break was in order and the boys and I dragged the roped up cunt over to where we had the TV set up with a couch. Jimmy had left earlier to go buy a new set of paddles and canes rom the local sex shop (we had broken all of ours on Foot Meat’s tender bottom and feet in the midst of all our fun earlier).

The 3 of us sat on the couch, drinking beers, and rewatching video of the fun we’ve had so far. Melissa knealt next to my side of the sofa - blindfold on and a large ring gag holding her mouth part. Her tongue was kept wide open as she had been ordered to be my ash tray. 

I took a drag of the cigarette I was smoking and promptly flicked the ashes into her waiting mouth, inspiring a slight whimper. 

“You think that’s bad, cunt?”

I jammed the cigarette directly on her tongue. Immediately she reacted by recoiling in pain and crying. She lay on the floor sobbing - handcuffs preventing her from soothing her burnt tongue - for a few minutes before sadly slogging herself back next to me, in position. I heard her mutter “why why why….god why” between sobs, in a quiet voice she probably thought I didn’t hear. But I thought I’d oblige her.

“Because, Melissa, cunt, you were made to suffer. Everything you know about your old life was a fucking lie. My affection, my love. A lie. All leading up to this glorious moment. When I could torture you to my hearts extant - like you deserve.”

Tears began to fall through the blindfold and her tongue shook as she kept it open through her sobbing. Quite a beautiful sight.

After another half hour of film watching, we had Foot Meat suck all of us off, and we then got her all ready for bedtime. By bed, of course, I mean her upside-down cage which was to be lowered into the dark pit. 

By then, Jimmy had returned with the canes, so we gave Melissa’s tits a good beating while she hung immobile upside down. Her screams got us all rock hard again so we each emptied our load in her ring-gagged, burnt-tongued mouth yet again. We took off the blindfold and added a pair of harsh nipple clamps. I also shoved a vibrator inside her cunt which would vibrate all night, just for good measure.

“Goodnight Foot Meat, see you tomorrow” I said, giving the panicking, crying girl a mocking wink as the boys lowered her into the pit, until only her bare feet were visible. 

We couldn’t help ourselves as we delivered another round of whippings to the poor girl’s innocent little feet as they flopped around violently. Jimmy reminded us of the canes he got, which gave us the idea to restrain her feet down with the toe wires, and sit in a circle around them, canes in hand. For the next 15 minutes, the dungeon was silent - save for the sound of wood swishing through the air and cracking on unmoving flesh. We pulled our arms back and slammed the wooden canes down with all our might on the innocent beauty’s delectable soles - seeing which of us could break their cane first. Once we’d all broken ours, Jimmy handed us the spares he had gotten and the game renewed once again. Melissa’s panicking and terror-stricken eyes filled the live stream video in front of us, as the 4 of us grew harder and harder by the minute. Once all the canes were broken, and our cocks we’re fully erect, we looked around at each other as if to read each other’s minds.

Melissa was raised out of the pit for another quick round of mouth rape, this time accentuated by hefty sobs, before being lowered back down yet again.

The 4 of us walked out of the dungeon, satisfied with yet another day of torture - excited for tomorrow.

Chapter 5: The Final Surprise

It was finally the day. For the past 4 months Melissa had been our personal rape and torture toy in her new role as Foot Meat. 

The last four months Melissa had been through near constant torture and rape. Although all of us couldn’t always be here at once - we had things to do, and unlike poor Melissa, lives to live outside of this dark dungeon of horrors.

Myself, I was helping to organize another search party for my missing wife. I played the role of the grieving husband perfectly. I had involved the community in her disappearance, even printing out missing posters - which I had brought down to the basement for Melissa to admire. Usually, I’d then shoot a load onto her innocent smiling face adorning the poster and force the dejected girl to lick it all off before eating the paper whole.

The past four months had been quite the ride for my former wife, and the statistics were impressive: over 200 anal rapes; 100 cigarette burns; 80 needles shoved through her tits; 60 canes broken across her delicate feet; 25 paddles split in half across her pert bottom; 15 bloody lacerations sutured; 8 times she passed out during torture; 4 3rd-degree burns (all on her precious feet of course); and now - today: one dead cunt, hanging by her neck.

Melissa was brought out of the pit, and forced to her knees. She had lost her ability to stand about 3 months ago - as her feet were so damaged they were basically just fleshy torture toys at this point. 

Brutus brought over a noose, and we tied it around the blindfolded bitch’s neck. We set up a TV screen in front of the cunt for the show we had in store.

We turned off the lights, illuminating the dungeon with candles. We each wore white robes and nothing else, in an almost cultish display. 

Brutus tightened the noose, but Melissa didn’t panic. The bitch had spent plenty of time noosed as she dangled from the ceiling, toes barely touching the floor as we whipped her. 

This time would be different. No toes touching the floor. Just certain death. 

With a swift pull, Brutus ripped the blindfold off Melissa’s eyes. As soon as she looked up and say the TV screen say “Day of Death” in big gothic-font letters - she started screaming and begging. Brutus swiftly silenced her with a black panel gag. 

As she begged me with her eyes to spare her life, I began reading from a scroll. As I did so, I undid my robe, revealing my hard cock to her in all its glory. 

“Today, Foot Meat, your life will end. You will be hung by your neck. The last sensation you will feel is cum filling your ass as I rape you from behind.”

Melissa was thrashing now - screeching through the panel gag as my dick only grew harder and harder and Jimmy had to slap her across the face to shut her up.

“Before you die, I have prepared a montage to remember our time together.”

With that, I stepped behind my cunt. I applied some lubricant to my erect cock and began sliding it up her ass. At the same time Brutus pulled on the rope tightening around her neck and lifted her up in the air. 

As she squirmed her death throes on my cock, the screen in front of her showed a montage of various videos of our wedding day, our vacations, and other intimate moments. In between, I had cut in clips of her various tortures and rapes down in the basement. 

As she watched the sordid film, I didn’t do any pushing, I simply let her dance her last dance on my cock.

When I felt orgasm approaching, I reached around and grabbed both nipples, giving them a final twist as her strangled movements started to slow. I shot my load into her ass, savoring the fact that her final sensation in life was sodomizarion by the man she had once loved the most.

I rested inside her ass - not wanting the moment to end - before checking her pulse to make sure the worthless cunt was dead. 

After pulling out my cock, the boys and I disposed of the body. I thought about what my life would be like now that Melissa was gone. Probably just like it was after I snuffed my first girlfriend back in the day - just need a new cunt to replace her with. That would take time. Meanwhile, I would honor her memory with many intense masturbation sessions to videos and photos of her rape, torture, and death. If she were still alive, I’m sure she would’ve appreciated such a meaningful tribute.

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