New Story Idea by MMichaels

Writer: MMichaels

Subject: New Story Idea

Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 27.05.2026

New Story Idea

So I was talking to a woman on Fetlife who wanted me to tell her how I’d use and abuse her. She gets plenty of guys with “I’d pound that pussy ….” blah, blah, blah. So I decided to take a different approach. Might be a good start to a longer story (and even a prequel backstory later). Does anybody want to take the ball and run with it?

THE RELEASE 

As a human fleshlight. As a set of holes to be abused. Fuck Meat. A human fuck toy that I can break and take out all of my frustrations on. I had a bad day at work … You are gonna get beaten, used and abused. I broke up with somebody … You are gonna be fucked in the most hateful ways. Your flesh will tear. Your blood will seep out. All my rage, anger and hatred for years of religious lies and hypocrisy at church. You are going to be the stand-in for what I’d want to do to the bastard on the stick.

I have some friends with me. They also feel this anger. This hate. This contempt for god and man and for all those who have ever lied to them. All those who have fed them religious bullshit. All those bosses, and spouses, and so-called friends who turned out to be anything but that. All the anger for the moments in life when things couldn’t possibly get any worse (and it always seems to do just that). We are human, and we have our limits. And now those limits are slowly being pushed to the breaking point.

And YOU are the one who will SUFFER when we finally snap. You are the one who will pay the price. Maybe the ultimate price … we will see just how strong you really are. Can your body and your mind handle the rage and the hate that we need to let out?

You are grabbed from behind with a bag shoved over your head. Your arms are pinned behind your back to the point where you think they may pop from your shoulder. You are pushed into the trunk of a car. A rope tied around your arms and legs … hard, tight, it smells of oil and gas. It has bits of wood, of dirt, of flesh and blood … maybe from the others that it has been used on before you. You never knew them. And now the world will never know them again.

You are taken several miles away. The road is bumpy. You are banging around in the dark. You hit your head. An old toolbox slides and cracks you in the skull. You think you feel some blood in your hair. You scream, but nobody can hear you, and nobody is coming.

Finally, the car stops … hard, fast, you slam forward and into something sharp. Maybe the edge of some kind of blade — cold, hard, it may have just cut you. You can’t see, so you don’t know for sure. We open the trunk and drag you out. You are carried inside … of what you don’t know. You can hear footsteps echoing as if they are on a hard tile floor. The room sounds large. It reverberates almost like … an old church.

You are slammed hard against something. Cold, hard, almost like stone … maybe marble. The rope around your legs and arms is loosened. But then it is pulled tight again. Your limbs are jerked outward in four directions, and then they seem to be anchored down. You can’t move any of them more than an inch. The rope cuts into your skin. You swear you feel blood now running down your arms and legs. The pain registers in your brain, but it is drowned out by something … a smell. Old, damp. Like … like burnt … flesh? What you aren’t sure of. But it smells … EVIL.

Hands tear at your clothes, which are already torn and hanging from your body. Soon, you are stripped naked. Bare. The air across your skin seems cold at first. Almost too cold … cold like … death. But then it starts to warm. Your face is still covered. All you can sense is what your ears can hear. And what your skin and body can feel. And that smell… still there, but stronger now… like something is burning. You can feel a growing heat. From where you aren’t sure. But you know it isn’t good.

More voices. You can tell the room is filling up. Mummerings are growing louder. Hushed voices. And… almost like a chant. But nothing you’ve heard before. And wait … was that a cry? A whimper? Another cry. More muffled sounds… sounds of fear. Sounds of pain. Some of …. children? Young ones. Maybe a baby? On one side, you hear a laugh. A cough from the other side. A word… “altar”… another word “cunt”… more hushed words … “Rape. Meat. Flesh. Destroy. Fuck. Pain. Blood. Sacrifice…”

Suddenly, the room is silent. Only the faintest whimpering breaks the silence. Then it is cut off. Almost like it was silenced in mid-cry. Too much silence as the last echoes and reverberations die away into … nothingness.

And the heat … suddenly the room feels twenty degrees hotter, and you break out into a sweat. You can feel your heart beating. You can hear it beating… like a drum… inside your head. And the beat grows faster … too fast. And then a voice … cold, no emotion, almost like a machine … but so very human at the same time. Evil … like the voice of Death now speaks.

“Family, Legion, welcome. Tonight we shall release. We shall release all that has held us back. All that we’ve held inside. The pain, the anger, the hate, the rage, the lust, the hunger. Tonight, nothing is forbidden. Nothing is too taboo. Nothing is off limits. All shall be indulged. All shall be encouraged. All shall be done … Here on earth as it is below. Tonight we RELEASE. Tonight we truly LIVE. Tonight we CELEBRATE.

Tonight we FEAST … On flesh. On blood. On life itself. The pig before you is our gift. Meat to be taken. To be raped. To feed our most foul offerings. To be used to pleasure our bodies … our cocks. Our cunts. Our fists. Our whips. Our daggers. Our blades. Our evil. Our hatred. The anger you’ve held inside is to be released. Release into this offering. This living sacrifice.

This cunt. This whore. This meat. Do not look upon her as human. You see, not a woman. You see only a set of holes. You see pounds of flesh. You see a heart that pumps blood through veins. Blood that shall be spilt. Flesh that shall be fucked. Holes to be raped. A mouth to fill with cum. With piss. And even with your most foul shit.

A cunt to be raped. Fisted. Beaten. And to be the target of that which we hate most of all … the bastard. And all that he represents. From his whore mother and the wretched birth that spawned that which has been our enemy ever since. And we shall do all of these things here, in the house of his worthless cunt father. One who is helpless to do anything other than to watch and to weep.

And when we have all had our fill using this sacrifice to RELEASE our anger, our hatred. Then we shall allow this meat one final act of service … her flesh shall be our reward. Her blood shall be what warms us within. She shall truly become nothing but meat … real meat. The meat that we shall consume. And that meat shall pass through us as a reminder of this night. A reminder of our RELEASE.

The night we let it all go. The night we free ourselves from the anger and hate we have endured and held within for too long. And then she shall pass… pass one final time … out of us, out of our bodies. And with that passing the RELEASE shall be finished. The meat’s purpose is fulfilled. And we shall be free … free of the anger, free of the shame, fear of the guilt, free to truly embrace life and to move forward.

So prepare yourselves. Line up before the altar. Stroke yourselves. Feel your cunts drip. Use the other playthings around the room … other young meat for your enjoyment. They are appetizers to warm you up for the main course … the meat in front of you. Use it. Abuse it. Rape it. Fuck it. Stab it. Cut it. Puch it.

Do whatever thou wilt so that you can truly feel your release. And then I shall draw the final blade, the one given down by Our Father. The same blade that stabbed the bastard’s side centuries ago. The blade that shall release this meat. The blade that shall carve the meat later tonight when we feast in celebration. The blade that shall bring our RELEASE …