I arrived at the address I was given for a private party. Surely, I had the wrong address I thought. This was an abandoned hospital. Very creepy feeling I had. No party I would want part of would occur in a dark place like this. But then I saw flashing light, heard music. My curiosity got the better of me. I should have remembered the old adage about the cat. I followed the noise down dark, damp, empty hallways using the flash light app on my phone. When I got to the source of the noise, there was just an old fashioned boom box on the floor. My gut told me to run, but I didn’t listen quick enough. I felt a blow to the head. When I woke up, I was suspended in air. Just a dark shadowy figure in front of me. I heard screams, but saw no one else.
“Do you know how much human organs go for on the black market Cassie,” the dark figure asked me? He talked to me about how wealthy people don’t need to wait on a transplant list when the world is full of stupid cunts who blindly listen to strangers about underground raves. He even added, that eating human organs is a delicacy among the rich and depraved. “If you have the money, even human flesh can be bought and sold,” he said with evil glee. This has to be a joke. It’s just an urban legend. You know the one where the girl wakes up in a tub of ice with an ugly scar on her back to discover someone cut out her kidney? “Organ harvesting is very real, very profitable, especially on a healthy specimen like yourself” he said so matter of fact. He referred to my body as premium flesh. My eyes, my heart, my kidneys, my lungs, my liver all would fetch him top dollar. I prayed this was a nightmare, then he stuck a need in my arm.
I woke up on decayed surgical table, with my gut sliced open and his hands inside me. I could feel the pain, feel the blood running out of my body as he manipulated my liver. I was somehow paralyzed. It was like an out of body experience. He was removing my vital organs, putting them on ice in portable coolers, showing them to me first as some macabre joke. He had accomplices assisting him in the harvesting of my organs. “Such a shame this one; she is very beautiful,” one of the accomplices said. I was in an out of consciousness, but the last thing I remember after being stitched up was hearing that I could now be sold for fucking. “Someone will pay top dollar to fuck her cold dead body.” I laid there on that dirty table waiting to die. Praying it would happen quickly.
What dark twisted fantasies do you have?
I answered an online ad for models for a gangbang rape porn shoot. I have been violated and gangbanged by men all my life, but never been paid for it. This was a chance to make money off of being a submissive whore. When I arrived there were a dozen or so men I met who would be my costars. I was given the code word “red,” to say if things got too rough for me and I needed a break. In all my life with masters and various men, no safe word has ever been honored. This was sounding promising.
The filming took place in a warehouse bathroom. To say it was disgusting would be praising it’s condition. The stench was awful. It smelled like death. I swear this was the bathroom from the original Saw movie. The director instructed my costars to tie me up. This was to be a bound gangbang film. Duct tape immobilized my legs; rope on my arms restrained my upper body. The filming began once my body was secured. They fucked my ass, my mouth, my cunt repeatedly. I couldn’t escape the smell of death. I tried to push it out of my mind, but I knew something was up. This was all too good to be true for a subby bitch like me.
While I was being drowned in cum, I saw blood on the floor in one of the stalls. The director realized I saw it. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the toilet and shoved my face into the nasty bloody water. “The next stall will be coated in your blood whore,” he snapped. Then he bounced my face off the cold hard toilet seat. I woke up on the floor, blood dried to my face, covered in jizz. I squinted to see better as stark light was hindering my eyesight. Every man who had fucked me was holding some sort of deadly weapon. I saw a knife, a gun, a hatchet, a hammer, a chainsaw, brass knuckles, even a stiletto. I yelled “red” repeatedly hoping their weapons would drop to the floor.
“Stupid greedy whore. This is a XXX snuff porn shoot and you are the victim,” were the last words I heard before, “Snuff the bitch out.” I was bound, gagged, laying on a dingy floor when they charged me. I was stabbed, beaten, cut, shot…My fingers were being snapped off my hand. I could see nothing but red. As I laid in an huge pool of my own blood, unable to move or even speak, the director said, “Cut.” The final words I would ever hear. I thought it was over; that I would be released to get medical attention. Wrong. Cut meant cut my head off. I saw the axe rise above my bloody head, then everything went dark and cold, so very very cold.
As I was suspended from a rafter, I heard blood curdling screams beneath me. It was dark. I could see nothing. Added to the mix was the sound of a chainsaw. I was shaking uncontrollably from fear. What carnage was going on beneath me. Was I next? The screams were deafening. I wanted to help but I was restrained and gagged. Suddenly I felt something warm and sticky spray my body. The screams stopped. I tried to be quiet, not to whimper. My heart was racing. Whatever had happened beneath my feet did not end well for the screaming girl.
I could feel myself being lowered down to the floor. I stepped in something warm, but wet. It was seeping between my toes. I was paralyzed with fear. Instinctively I knew I was in the middle of a blood bath. What I was feeling surrounding my feet was blood. Copious amounts of blood. Without warning bright lights came on. The lights were blinding, but I could see the dead girl in the bathtub. Her limbs severed and dangling in a macabre fashion. She looked like a slain China doll. Her blood had filled up the shallow tub she was contained in and overflowed onto the floor, engulfing me.
Two men were gutting her like a pig. They appeared to be harvesting her organs. They pulled her eyes out from their sockets, put them on ice. They separated the vital organs like the heart, liver and kidneys from the intestines and the brain. I puked at the smell. Surely this was a nightmare and I would wake up and be back at the club dancing. I watched a man in black rubber boots and a rubber apron, chop up the body parts they could not sell. The non worthy flesh was put in a industrial size blender. Puréed brain, intestines and sinew was poured into a cup.
I watched him chug it like it was a beer. I thought I would vomit. Then he poured a second glass, walked over to where I was hanging, pulled my head back and forced me to consume the bloody remains of the dead girl before my eyes. I was told if I spit it back up, I would be in the tub next. I tried to think of it as just a Bloody Mary. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Was I a victim or an accomplice? He replied, “Neither. You are dinner. It’s customary to a have a drink before a meal.”
I have a new ass master. That is what he calls himself. He wants nothing to do with my pussy. According to him, good women, the kind you marry, get fucked in the pussy; but dirty worthless whores like me only get fucked in the ass. It is not about my pleasure, but about the pleasure of my masters. It feels like master is training me for the anal Olympics. He fucks my ass for hours. He is relentless. The objective is to ruin my whore ass; make it gape open so everyone will know what a filthy fuck pig I am. Once my ass is open so wide he can slide his fist in and out of my cavity without touching skin, he pisses into me. Not just him, but all his friends. It’s a circle jerk of sorts only instead of spraying me with cum, they piss into my asshole.
After a dozen or so men have peed into my anal fuck hole, he shoves a butt plug in my ass and forces me to hold it in for hours. It feels like my ass is drowning in piss. If I leak any out on the floor I get kicked so hard I puke. Eventually, master lets me shit out the piss in my ass into a pitcher. I then have to drink every last drop. If I spill, they all piss into my ass again. It’s degrading to drink my own pee. Can you imagine how humiliating it is to drink strangers’ piss that has been in your dirty ass for hours? According to my ass master, I am worthy of the upmost form of humiliation. For I am a special breed of worthless trash. I know you agree.
I answered an ad in the Back Pages for a stripper gram job. I have the perfect body for it, and needed the extra cash. I arrived at the house for what was my very first delivery. I even had balloons attached to my nipples. Fancy house in Santa Barbara along the ocean. Two strapping young men answered, invited me inside. They offered me some wine to take off the edge. Next thing I knew, I was naked on a table and a Goth evil looking bitch was standing over me with a blow torch. The guys called her Storm.
“What the fuck is going on,” I demanded to know. Storm, used the blow torch on my nipples, charring them. I let out a yelp, started to scream bloody murder, when an apple was shoved in my mouth. The boys started playing with my pussy when Storm, slapped their hands away. “Don’t play with your food,” she quipped. Food? WTF? Was I dinner? I started to panic. I looked around and saw huge bottles of seasoning, big pots and pans and a Hansel and Gretel sized oven. When I glanced back at Storm she was holding a life size spit grill.
Storm instructed her male accomplices to scrub my body, wash my hair and get me clean for seasoning. I heard her tell them for the best meal, dirty whores need cleansed of all the nasty chemicals on their body. “Meal preparation is the key, boys to a tasty, healthy meal,” she informed them. I was strapped to the table, couldn’t move. I had hoped this was some elaborate joke, but Storm did not appear to be the joking kind. Her kitchen help even shaved my pussy and gave me a douche to clean out what Storm referred to as my “skanky stripper pussy.” After my body was clean, the boys covered me in melted butter while Storm sprinkled me with ground pepper. She was telling the boys I was the perfect size for eating. Not too skinny, not too fat, just the right size of plump.
I knew what was coming next. I clenched my teeth, closed my eyes, and waited for the pain. The boys rammed that spit up my ass and out my mouth. I felt it pierce my innards. Storm washed the blood from my face, but the apple back on the end of the spit. They put me over an open fire, turned me a few times to char my flesh. The pain was excruciating. I wished for a quick death. It did not come. The aroma of my seasoned burning flesh was intoxicating to Storm and her henchmen, but nauseating to me. I could hear them talking about how good I smelled. I wanted to die. They pulled me off the fire pit, and shoved me in this big oven.
Flames engulfed my body. Smoke filled my nose. The smell of my seasoned flesh permeating my nose. Before I passed out, I heard Storm say, “Rick will be very pleased with his special dinner.”
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I’m a good torture phone sex whore. Callers ask me all the time if I am truly a submissive no taboos girl. Of course I am. I have to be. How I can I serve your sickest, most depraved and violent fantasies if I have limits? It is not my place to have any limits. I am here to be used for your pleasure, your amusement. One of my callers enjoys tentacle rape porn. The idea of some monster with at least 8 appendages to violate my pussy and ass gets me begging him to me hurt. In his fantasy, I am tied to his bed. He is a mad scientist type who has been creating the perfect monster to not only defile and violate women, but eviscerate them too.
After trying numerous creatures to fuck me to death, he finally creates the perfect one-an octopus type monster with 8 tentacles. Tentacles wrap around my arms and legs to restrain me. I can feel its suction cups tearing the skin off my body. The remaining tentacles enter my fuck holes. The tentacles are slimy, sharp and thick, as they pierce through my pussy and ass, I feel my insides being pulled out of me. A tentacle that entered my cunt comes out my mouth. I’m gagging, choking on my own blood. My Dr. Frankenstein is watching in excitement as his creation fucks the life out of me literally.
I’m held down my tentacles that are tearing the flesh off my bones. Being fucked by tentacles that are shredding my insides, piercing my internal organs, killing me with every thrust. I’m gagging on my own blood, laying in a pool of my internal organs. My evil scientist jacks his cock over my bloody, lifeless body, and once I am dead, fucks the gaping bloody hole where my pussy use to be.
I get off on whatever vile, twisted thing you want me to do or watch be done to me. I never say no, not even to gang rape tentacle fantasies. Bring me your monsters.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? If you do, then I have a story for you. I had just got back from the club. It was almost daylight. I lose track of time when partying with my friends. When I entered my apartment, the lights would not come on. “Fuck, I blew a fuse again, ” I thought to myself. I got a candle out and lit it so I could see. I managed to find my way to the bathroom. I was so tired, I would deal with the fuse box in the morning. I held the candle up to the mirror to remove my eye makeup. That’s when I saw him. A man’s reflection in the mirror. I dropped the candle, screamed, but before I could run, I felt a hand on my neck squeezing me so hard I started choking.
He picked me up with one hand by the throat. Carried me out the bathroom and hurled me against the wall with super human strength. I could feel blood running down my face. He was dressed all in black so I could not see him at all anymore. But I knew he was close. Could hear him breathing. I tried to crawl on the floor. I have a secret compartment under an area rug that I keep my gun. But as I scrambled he followed me. Slammed his foot on my hand, broke two fingers. But the pain of a few cracked fingers was nothing compared to the kick in the gut and face that followed. I was flat on the floor, bleeding, in pain when I felt him on top of me. His big hands pulling my clothes off. He shoved a fist up my pussy as he called me a dirty cock teasing whore. He was pounding my cunt with his huge fist and I was crying. He shined a light in my face. I could feel my makeup all smeared on my face. I had to look awful.
He forced my legs up to my chin, then shoved his cock in my ass. He was violating my ass while fisting my cunt. Every time I cried, or yelped he smacked my face hard. I don’t think I knew him. But then he made a comment about bitches like me snubbing guys at the club getting what they deserve. I knew who he was now. This total loser who tried to dance with me. I tried to fake an apology, but it just angered him further. He pulled his cock out of my ass and forced it down my throat. Fucked my mouth so hard I threw up, but was forced to swallow it. Made me lick my ass off his dick and dine on my puke, while he continued to fist me. I could feel my pussy bleeding. I just laid there, trying not to cry or fight for fear he would kill me.
Finally it was over. He had forced his cock in my ass and my mouth. He had beat, slapped, choked and kicked me. He fisted my pussy, broke some fingers and if that was not enough, he pissed on my face as he was leaving. “You bitches are all good for only one thing,” he said, then he spit in my face and left. I just laid until the sun came up. I was broken, bruised, bloody and battered. Did I get what I deserved for refusing to dance with a total loser? What do you think? What would you have done to me?
I woke up in some dirty bathroom stall. Not the first time. But this was dank and disgusting. I could smell blood, smell fear, smell death. I tried my cell phone but no reception. Some men burst through the door, duct taped my legs and my hands. Shoved me on my knees and started skull fucking me. Before long it was a gangbang rape porn. Cocks shoved in my ass, cunt and mouth. In fact, cocks shoved so deep in my throat I gagged until I puked. Cocks shoved so far up my ass, I bled. They laughed at me, shoved my face in the puke, made me lick it up.
They shoved my face in a dirty toilet. It was covered in cum and piss, even shit. Held my head down until I licked it all up. Used my tongue as a toilet brush cleaner. Even tried to drown me in the piss filled water. One guy pulled me back out, held me up by my throat like I was a bug he was about to squash. Threw me against the wall, until I fell to the ground, bloody and bruised. They all started kicking me in the gut and face. I was choking on blood and vomit. I was lying on the dirty floor, with open wounds when they began pissing on me. The sting was awful. They pissed and shit down my throat. Then duct taped my mouth so I could not spit it out.
Covered in blood, piss, vomit and shit, they forced themselves on me further. Now I was covered in cum too. I had no idea what was in store for me, until I looked up and saw the source of the death smell. Women duct taped to the wall like some morbid mural. Blood running out of them, puddles of piss beneath them, dead or barely alive… I was the next wall decoration.
They continued violating all my holes while they took turns punching and kicking me. Someone was filming it all. Every time they punched me, I puked and had to lick it up. I was nothing more than a fuck pig and trash receptacle. Maybe the girls on the wall had it easy…. I prayed for death.
One of my girlfriends invited me to a high end BDSM club. They were having a sneak preview of “Fifty Shades of Grey” and women were admitted free. We put on some sexy latex outfits and decided to go meet ourselves a Christian Grey. I knew it would be lame. The club was swank. Not the typical dungeon I am usually in. Unfortunately all my girlfriends think that the BDSM in the novel is representative of all BDSM life. I look at it as vanilla BDSM or BDSM lite. If my friends knew some of the sick things I have done, they would understand why I call “Fifty Shades of Grey” nothing more than a glorified Harlequin Romance novel. This club was like any other bar on a weekend to me, just with more hot bitches in dog collars and latex than most.
I’ve been cut. Beat to unconsciousness. Mummified. Whipped so hard I required stitches. Been fucked so brutally in my ass that it prolapsed. Been branded. Burned. Bones have been broken. I have been deprived food and water for days. Forced to swallow piss and eat shit. My nipples have been pierced with sharp objects and cut with knives. My cunt lips sowed together. Stoned. My skin has been sliced. I’ve been gang banged. Had buckets of cum dumped on me. Been suspended over flames. Had my face held under water until I passed out and had to be brought back to life with CPR. Been buried alive. Been forced to entertain the farm life. Had parts of my flesh cut from my body to be cooked and eaten. Countless jagged and sharp objects have fucked my holes until I bled profusely.
Girls like my friends who are obsessed with “Fifty Shades of Grey” make me giggle. They think they are so bad ass cuz they get tied up and spanked a little. The moment a man tries to put them in their place, 6 feet under the ground, they’d be calling the police. I don’t consider it BDSM unless I’m fifty shades of black and blue. Most women have no clue what it means to truly be a slave, a servant, but I do. I’m yours to use.
I don’t remember much about that night. I was partying too much with a particular master and his friends. I knew there was something odd about them. But, I’m trained to not ask questions, to just do what I am told. But when I woke up pale, cold and with an unquenchable hunger, I had to ask. What had I become? I knew the answer, but I did not want to admit it. Were vampires real? I had fangs, heighten senses, was pale, the light burned my skin and I needed to fuck like my life depended on it.
I called my Master but he said I had a new master now. I had been sold . I was created to breed a new era of vampires; to rid the world of sissy fairy faggot blood suckers that give real vampires a bad name. A hot vamp like me would not only breed a sturdy manly stock, but I could attract real alpha males to turn, as well as lure the sissy blood suckers easily to their death. Only a fellow vampire can give another vampire a true death.
I was created to ethnic cleanse the vampire race. To restore it back to a race of men not fags. My first assignment kill this fairy vamp named Edward. You see he gives vampires a bad image. He supposedly sparkles in the sunlight. Everything about him screams sissy fairy fag. He even has baby fangs. If I can rid the world of tiny fanged sissy faggot vampires, I am happy that I was turned. I will bite off his pecker, wear it around my neck as a warning to beta vamps that the race doesn’t accept anything but real bloodsuckers; vamps who can feed without remorse; vamps who can take women against their will and turn them into their sex slaves not their girlfriends.
Look out sissy fairy fag bloodsuckers, your days are numbered. Only real vampires, real men get to live in my world.
