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One of the more darker fantasies on my mind lately has been beheading. It’s something I fear, but I still want it. Is that weird. I guess it is, I’m just so twisted now and there’s no way to turn back. No matter how hard I try I’ll never be like I was before. Not after be exposed to so much sex and violence. Vanilla sex doesn’t do it for me anymore, but I’m not sad about it. Honestly, I don’t even miss it.
In my fantasy a very strong man is torturing me hours. Cutting into my body and piercing with it needles. My body would be his pin cushion and I think it’d be even sexier if he did medical experiments on me too! Before my head is severed from my body I want to be completely red with blood. I want him to remove my head and hold it front of my broken body so I see it in my final moments. It would be perfect if there were a mirror in the room too because I want to see what my severed head looked like actually.
The idea of my torture and death is so hot. It makes my cunt dripping wet just thinking about it, but it can only happen once. Wouldn’t it be great if I just die over and over again? That’s what I really want, but sadly it isn’t possible and it will never be possible. Although knowing that I only have one death makes it more dangerous. If something goes wrong I’ll never have the chance to do it again. Maybe it’s sick of me to think this, but I think that’s incredibly intimate. It’s the most private and precious thing you can give someone because you only have one life and one death.
Slice me wide open, do whatever you have to do. You know I can take it, I might even like it now too. Since you’ve know me I’ve become such a good little pain slut and I know you can see it too. The way my pussy gets dripping wet instantly whenever you pull out your knife makes it very obviously. Feeling my warm blood run down my body and seeing the puddle it creates on the floor while my arms are tied up over my head tightly gives me the biggest rush in the world. Nothing else compares.
Maybe you liked it better when I was scared? I won’t lie to you, I’m still scared. Scared of what you’ll do, how far you’ll take it. Scared of what I might do to please my Master. What will I sacrifice and how will I hurt just to satisfy you? Sometimes I can feel my fear on my flesh whenever I get the chills which causes goose bumps to appear, but you’re such a twisted fuck that seeing them pleases you even more. I can tell that’s the truth.
You do play some cruel and evil tricks on me. Like when you first captured me, you fooled me into thinking there was a chance to escape or that eventually you would let me leave. Honestly I should have known better, but I believed it. You’re way too smart to leave doors unlocked unless it’s on purpose. Now I don’t try anything even if a door is wide open because I know how much you love playing games. You love to watch me suffer and hear me cry out in agony. The torture excites me a little more each day, but I’m terrified of how much I enjoy it. I’ll never be the same even if you let me go some day or I escape, but I’m not sure I would even want to.
Everyone should feel safe at home, I bet you do. I don’t normally because I never feel secure anywhere. Just when I started to actually feel safe for the first time in awhile I heard a lot of loud noises. It sounded like broken glass so I assumed a window was broken. I was right…
There they were, three guys in black ski-masks standing in front of my bed room. All I could think to do was crawl under my bed, but that’s never a smart place to hide. That’s where everyone checks first and that’s exactly what happened this time. One second I was staring at that their boots, hoping they wouldn’t find me and then suddenly I was being thrown onto my bed.
Even though I knew begging and crying wouldn’t stop them, I tried it anyway. They just ignored it and started cutting all my clothes off. I could feel the cold blade of the knife brush against my skin and I started to panic. That wasn’t even the worst part of it! Once they pulled their cocks out I knew what would happen next.
One of the masked strangers tied my wrists to my bed post and slapped me across the face. Then, he stuffed his big evil dick down my throat and told me to choke on it. While he was gagging me one of the other strangers shoved his throbbing prick right into my little asshole. My struggling only made it more exciting for them, I just couldn’t help it. To keep me still the third stranger ran his knife into my flesh. Any sudden movement caused the blade to draw blood.
In a matter of minutes I had several small cuts on my ribs, but by the end of the night I was covered in them. He must have loved the sight of blood because he shot his cum into my open wounds. Shortly after I felt cum shoot down my throat. As much as I wanted to spit it out, they warned me to swallow every last drop.
Once each of them had cum I thought it was over, but I was wrong again. They took turns beating, spitting, and pissing on me before they left. I don’t even remember falling asleep that night. I think one of them knocked me out when he kicked me in the face…
Kidnapping those girls for you was more fun than would I ever admit and it was easy too. Normally a creepy van would make anyone feel anxious, but I was close to their age so they trusted me. Also, it’s so cold outside that no one wants to walk anywhere. Eventually they figured out what was happening and started to freak out, but it was fun watching them squirm.
When they started to scream you only had to pull your gun out to silence them. The girl with the red hair was so scared that she pissed her pants after you pointed it at her head. After you slapped her across the face she started cry too! Then, we both just laughed and told her how disgusting she was.
Her slutty brunette friend Julia was shaking and covering her eyes, but you forced her to open them. Once we parked the van, you tied them both up with rope and started rubbing your gun over both their bodies. After you fucked the red head’s cunt with it, you walked over to her friend and made her clean your gun with her mouth. Julia’s crying was annoying you so much that you pulled the trigger, causing her brains to splatter all over the van. Both of us were covered with it and chunks of her skull too.
The red head started screaming and causing a commotion so you had to shoot her. It was a disappointing that we didn’t get to use her more, but I understood. It actually turned out to be a good thing because then we just fucked next to their dead bodies, watching them bleed out. I never squirt that hard before!
When I see you torture another girl now I just get jealous. Can you believe that?! I never thought I would enjoy the pain as much you said I would. Watching you torture that girl was still a little fun, but I just wished it was me the entire time. Hearing the loud cracks of your whip and seeing her blood run down her body really got me going though.
As much as I tried to resist I couldn’t ignore my aching clit. If you caught me I knew I’d be punished, that’s probably why I didn’t try very hard to hide what I was up to. It wasn’t a surprise when you caught me, to be honest it’s what I wanted. You saw me there, kneeling on the floor rubbing my swollen clit. I didn’t even get a chance to make up an excuse before you slapped me across the face. You were so angry that you continued to beat on me, not knowing that it makes me cum. Those screams weren’t just from pain! even when I was spitting my blood out of my own mouth I loved every minute of it…
Every night I crave more pain and fantasize about the most severe beating. Sometimes I think about you cutting me into little pieces, slowly killing me. That fantasy makes me cum right away, I feel so dirty afterward. I’m a little afraid of how far I will go to feel more pain. I want to beg you for it, I’m so tired of denying how much I love it.
You knew my biggest fear and used it against me. Death used to be what made me the most afraid, but that was before I knew what real torture felt like. Dying sounds like fun compared to what you do and what you’ve made me do.
When I saw those hooks and thick piercing needles I knew what your plan was. You’ve used similar methods to prevent the other kidnapped girls from escaping. Even though I knew what was about to happen to me, I didn’t bother to resist. It’s a waste of time and by now I obviously know better. There were still tears streaming down my face while you pierced me and I let a few screams when you slid the hooks through my newly opened flesh.
The real horror came when you suspended me high off the ground. You kept pulling at the chains until I begged for you to stop. It’s my own fault that I ended up so far from the floor, no other kidnap girl was suspended nearly as high as I was. I just wanted to push myself and you probably expected that anyway. I bet you didn’t know that I started off terrified, but in right in the middle I started to enjoy it.
Feeling my warm blood running down my back and hearing it drip all over the floor excited me more than I’d ever admit to you. I only begged to be released because I was bored and wanted to play with you. I love feeling the cool blade of your knife against my body. When you cut me I nearly cum every time now. I can’t help myself! I love feeling your hot tongue licking up every drop of blood.
Last night, I was still suspended by the hooks while you fucked my throat hard and deep with your massive cock. Every movement you made pulled at the hooks and tore my flesh slightly, but I enjoyed every minute of it. My back was covered in thick layer of my blood by the time your fun was over.
My mouth distracted you from seeing cum gush out of my juicy cunt. Once you felt it on my thigh you slapped me firmly across the face to punish me for not asking for permission. Then, you shot your cum into the open wounds on my back. It burned a little, but I secretly enjoyed it and only wished that I got to taste some of it. These few months have turned me into a good little pain slut that’s addicted to the taste of her Master’s cum. I’m sure you know it already because I haven’t done a very good job of hiding it. It won’t long before I start begging for more abuse and pain.
You always like to remind me how helpless I am. Last night you even tied up my wrists and ankles with rope. I waited that way until morning, struggling to fall asleep because I knew a severe beating was coming. This time I want to feel the pain from every blow, I know I earned it. Didn’t you notice how I kept my eyes open until they swelled shut? I know how much you enjoy hurting me and I’m really scared now because I like it too. Every time you choke me I know it might be the last time, I could easily black out and never wake up. It gets me excited too, it’s actually the only thing that does now. Nothing will ever be the same.
Although you probably think I’m lying its the truth. While you were beating me this morning I felt ashamed of how wet it made me. My cum was gushing out and running down my thighs, you must have been too distracted by all the blood to notice. After you left me untied and alone in my room, I pressed hard into my swollen clit until I squiredt into a puddle of my own blood. I was so disgusted with myself I nearly puked. Maybe this was what you wanted all along or maybe you wanted me to always hate it. Obviously I’ll never ask, you rarely let me speak anyway. Most days I’m gagged when your pricks not stuffed deep inside my throat or I’m just locked away in my room. Sadly, all I did this week was rub my slippery pussy while I day dreamed about all the torture that awaits me. That’s how sick I am now, I can’t control it anymore
Maybe I am starting to enjoy myself a little too much. I might be enjoying the way you torment me and I might like being bad myself. I must have been a really bad person in the past if the universe allowed this happen to me. I never believed in karma before, but ever since I slit that poor girls throat I know this is what I truly deserve. Who knows, if it weren’t for you I’d probably still turn out bad.
You’ve told me a million times since that night I was made for this. I was born a spineless victim and a sheep. I’ll just do whatever you tell me, I don’t even fight it anymore. I am dirty and I’m definitely evil, just like you. There is no sense in denying it anymore, that will only make everything worse. I’m not even suffering anymore like I used to and that really worries me.
I’m not just your willing victim anymore, I also make a great accomplice. Last week, I kidnapped a girl and held her down for you. She screamed and for some reason I couldn’t stop smiling. We laughed together watching her struggle, that’s how much you’ve corrupted me.
When I thought it couldn’t get worse, it did. He slaughtered that poor girl and stuffed her severed limps inside a freezer. Two nights in a row he’s had friends over dinner and they’re all aware she’s being served as the main course. After I refused to eat any he tortured and starved me. Today, I finally gave in. I couldn’t take anymore my stomach ached, the beatings were awful too.
Her meat was still sizzling on my plate which made me feel a little queasy. Still, I left my plate clean. He laughed and mocked me as I ate, but I hardly felt guilty anymore. She tasted so good, nice and juicy. It’s hard to tell if I only enjoyed it because I was so hungry…not that it really matters… I’m a murderer and a cannibal now.
He didn’t even really force me or threaten me, it almost took nothing at all for me to crack. Maybe he thinks I’m a horrible person that deserves this? I used to think I was a good girl, but maybe I was wrong.
There is no way out for me, I killed for the first time and it probably won’t be the last. Even if I get away my actions will always haunt me. Maybe she would still be alive right now if I just tried harder because right now it feels like I didn’t try at all. After the sinking feeling in my gut went away I felt an enjoyable rush come over me. Am I starting to enjoy this? I’m afraid every day and night so I shouldn’t be. It’s all very confusing…
She was cuffed in a Saint Andrew’s Cross against a wall in the back of the room. She struggled and screamed for help for hours until it actually started to annoy me. I feel guilty that part of me wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up instead of to comforting her. All I did was lay silently on the cold cement floor where he left me, wondering what would happen next.
He came into the room carrying a very large and extremely sharp knife. I was already scared, but it made me more nervous when he untied me. I knew it wouldn’t lead to anything good and that’s exactly what happened. He stood me up and whispered his demands into my ear before placing the knife in my hand. I’m not shocked that even with a knife in my hand I didn’t consider escaping, that’s just how weak I am. All I do is mindlessly follow orders! It’s so bad that when I slit her throat the only thing I felt was the satisfaction of knowing I followed orders.
I held the knife to her throat and pressed the blade into her skin. She knew what was happening, but couldn’t accept her fate with dignity. She chose to spend her last moments begging for her life with tears pouring out of her eyes instead. Was she too stupid to realize that was exactly what he wanted? He enjoyed that she was suffering. It didn’t just make him laugh, it made his prick rock hard too. He jerked himself off while he licked every tear off her face, but he didn’t cum until after I cut her throat. Hopefully, she wasn’t alive to see it.