Warehouse of Final Desires: Sarah's Impalement

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In the heart of the city, hidden from the prying eyes of the law, stood a nondescript warehouse. This was no ordinary storage facility; it was a den of carnal desires and forbidden fantasies, a place where the line between pleasure and pain blurred into oblivion.


Sarah, a 21-year-old woman of mixed Asian and European descent, had spent two years scouring the darkest corners of the internet to find this place. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the warehouse, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and fear. She was tall and lean, with short brown hair and eyes that matched. Her modest B-cup breasts were accentuated by a red push-up bra, and her toned ass was hugged by tight black yoga pants. She was dressed in a simple white tank top, black yoga pants, and runners, a silver chain with a ring around her neck the only indication of her marital status.


She had sent an email to her husband, a link to the dark web site she had discovered, a silent confession of her intentions. She knew there was no turning back once she stepped through the warehouse door. She stepped into the warehouse, the click of the lock echoed ominously, locking her in a world of erotic torture devices.


Sarah's heart pounded with anticipation as she surveyed the macabre devices surrounding her. Each one held its own promise of agonizing pleasure and mortal release. She couldn't help but imagine the thrill of the countless viewers eagerly awaiting her performance.


Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of the guillotine, its gleaming blade looming over a bed of spikes. She imagined the cold metal pressing against her skin, the sharp points digging into her flesh, and the sweet release of her climax as the blade fell. The thought of the viewers watching her, their excitement building with each passing second, sent shivers down her spine.


Breathing heavily, she ran her fingers over the cold metal of an impalement post, her mind flooded with images of the pain and ecstasy it would inflict. She wondered what it would feel like to be slowly skewered, the sharp tip piercing her flesh, inch by inch, as her body convulsed in a mixture of orgasmic pleasure and unbearable agony.


Sarah thought about the X-shaped cross, her body stretched taut as the saw that was positioned below the victims crotch inched its way up, cutting through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. She envisioned the pain and the pleasure combining into an explosive orgasm, her body writhing in exquisite agony.


Her eyes were drawn to a 7-foot tall impalement post, its sharp tip gleaming under the soft light. She climbed the ladder attached to the platform, her heart hammering in her chest. She removed her tank top and yoga pants, revealing her red lingerie. Her pussy was wet, her juices soaking through the silky material of her thong. She rubbed herself, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.


She rubbed her clit through the silky material of her thong, her breath hitching as pleasure coursed through her. Pulling up harshly on her thong, she pulled it deep into her slit while petting her outer lips. She was not used to penetration, her pussy tight having only had sex a small number of times. The thought of the thick post inside her made her even wetter.


Upon discovering two red buttons at either side of the post, Sarah deduced that pressing them would trigger the platform's departure, sealing her fate. With newfound determination, she undressed completely, exposing herself fully beneath the warehouse lights. Kneeling before the imposing structure, she took the metal shaft into her mouth. As she sucked on it like a cock, Sarah worked her clit until she reached orgasm, her juices squirting down her thighs.


It was time… she stood up kicking off her high heels, Sarah stepped closer to the post and spread her legs, positioning herself over the sharp tip . It slid along her slit, teasing her clit. She could feel it pressing against her, and she gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She slowly lowered herself down, the tip of the post sliding into her pussy.

She let out a moan as she felt herself being stretched open, the sharp point of the post pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. She could feel her muscles contracting around it, and she knew that she was going to come. She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself against the post as she rode it. Her pussy stretching to accommodate the intrusion. Once both her heels were nearly on the ground, the post filled her completely.


Sarah could hear the sound of her own moans echoing through the warehouse, and it only served to turn her on more. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. As she rode it, her moans echoed throughout the vast space, only serving to heighten her excitement. her orgasm building inside of her like a storm. And then, with one final thrust, she cried out as she came, her body shaking and convulsing with pleasure. Her body quivered as pleasure consumed her, leaving her momentarily spent.


A sudden click echoed through the warehouse as Sarah realized she had triggered both release buttons simultaneously. Panic surged through her veins as the platform began rolling away, leaving no means of escape. In desperation, she wrapped her legs around the post and tightened her pussy around its cold length. Despite this effort, gravity took over, causing her to slowly slide down. Her sweat and pussy juice soaked skin lubricating the post between her thighs making it impossible to maintain her grip


She was a sight to behold, her body trembling, her breasts bouncing as she screamed and thrashed about. She could feel herself slowly sliding down the post no matter how hard she clenched her legs and feet around the metal post that held her aloft, alone above the floor. The tip of the post now pressed against her cervix, the pain building in her gut. She screamed, her body writhing as the post pushed through her cervix, stretching it open and slipping into her womb, slowly stretching it to its limits before ripping through causing another blood curdling scream from Sarah.


Blood mixed with her juices, running down her thighs as she slid further down the post. It slid into her guts with ease, far less resistance than her cervix or womb. The tip slid past her lounge and missed her heart. She could feel it pressing against her throat, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. With a final gurgle, the tip pushed into her mouth and along her tongue forcing her head backhand leaving a coppery metallic taste in her mouth. Her teeth clicked against the metal.


She reached up, her fingers brushing against the post protruding from her mouth. She touched her pussy, her fingers playing with her clit as she slid further down the post. With a final bloody gurgling moan, she came, her body convulsing as her pussy squirted love juices that splashed into the puddle of her blood below.


Her body went limp, her eyes vacant as her corpse slowly settled towards the floor, her blood pooling on the floor beneath her. Her body settled knelling there in her blood and orgasmic juices. Her arms limp at her sides, the post obscenely protruding from her mouth and pussy, her engagement ring sparkling in the soft light. Sarah’s corpse was left there for the next visitor to warn them there is no escape once they enter the warehouse.