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A Surprise Gift

Mutilation phone sex

He walked in with a huge smile on his face.  I knew he had done something.  He held up his hands and they were completely clean.  I was shocked, I have never seen him smile like this without there being some sort of Sadistic Act making him do so.  He sat down on my bed and tossed some panties at me.  They were so frilly, I almost laughed.  I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something like this.  It is true that I have sexy lingerie, but nothing like this.  This was up and up girlie attire.  I looked at them for a bit, then at him.  He tried to act innocent saying, “WHAT?”, but that smile was still playing on his lips.  I then thought he was just joking around with me so I started to joke back with him.  I played with the panties a bit then I just tossed them back to them.  I said, “Please get rid of those things.”

He made a big deal out of stuffing him back into his pocket while he acted sad that I didn’t want them.  I asked him why he was acting so weird.  He said, “Maybe if you don’t want the panties, you might want what goes in them.”  He got up and walked out of the bedroom.  I KNEW IT!  He had done something.

Bloody phone sex

He backed into the bedroom tugging on a heavy rug.  I asked him what he was doing, his reply was that he was going to show me what goes in the panties.  He pulled the rug over and unfolded it.  It took a minute for my brain to register what I was seeing.  There on the rug was one of the most messed up individuals I have ever seen in my life.  The breasts had been removed, one of the legs was torn away at the knee cap, and when it opened it’s mouth I could see the tongue was gone.  All the hair had been removed from it’s head.  I mean this was a bit shocking, even to me.  He said, “Go on, give it a little smooch.”  I laughed and said, “No thanks.”  He said, “Awww come on, at least blow it a kiss.” 

I laughed and blew the thing a kiss.  “Who is that? Or was that rather?” I asked him.  He said, “Does it matter?”  I laughed again and said, “No.”  He said, “I haven’t shown you the best part yet.”  He reached down, the thing started to make noise and try to wiggle away, he kicked it in it’s head.  It immediately stopped moving.  It wasn’t knocked out because I could see it follow his movement with it’s eyes.  He reached down again and pulled the rug completely away from it’s body, then grabbed the one ankle that was left and raised it up and back.

I immediately started to laugh hard.  I looked up at him and he said, “Go on.”  I placed my hand on the ankle that was sticking out of this thing’s ass and pushed on it.  It let out a scream, so I pulled it out, then shoved it again. I could tell it was in a lot of pain, but his cock was getting hard.  The more I fucked it’s ass with the detached limb, the harder he got.  He said, “Guess what else is in there?”  I knew right away that the other missing body parts were somehow shoved inside.  He said, “I packed them in there with the leg.”

Torture sexBoth of us spent the next ten minutes or so just violating it’s ass with the limb, we were laughing and enjoying ourselves.  Then he stopped and looked at me.  I looked back at him.  He asked me if I wanted to fuck, and by this time my pussy was in need of a good fucking.  I moved back to where I was and started to take off the rest of my clothes.  I didn’t have to tell him if it was a yes or a no, he could tell right away that the answer was a resounding yes.

 

A Playground For A Predator

Facebook and Twitter are part of our every day lives.  I do not post on them much personally (unless it is for our site), I follow, and weed out the prey.  It’s a Mother Fucking breeding ground of potential fuck pigs and low self esteem young things.  All you have to do is post a few pics that make you look good, and all of a sudden you have a bunch of wanna be thugs telling you how much they like your tits.  Or you get those inbox messages from girls wanting to know how you do your make up and could you teach them.  It’s all too easy.

Then inevitably I get the request to talk on the phone.  I do.  I give them the number to my burn phone of the moment.  Almost immediately the phone is ringing and this is where the game gets juicy.  I never talk about sex, I just flirt a bit with the boys, or befriend the girls, I become almost like a sister. 

A few months later I am meeting them.  They are so excited, and to be honest so am I, but for different reasons.  The possibilities of the things that I or another can do to them once they are secured, knocked out, or just simply held down are unlimited.  The looks on their faces is worth all the effort put in to get them here.  The boys are the funniest.  They try to get into your face, show off their swag, but in no time at all they are crying like little newborn bitches.  This when I tell them that they should of never left the safety of the Facebook and Twitter Playgrounds to meet up with someone like me.  A Predator.

From Cradle To The Grave

Sadistic phone sexOh man did you pick a shit day to come knocking at my door.  He is here and you are just the thing that He loves.  Plus, I have no clue where your Dad is.  What the fuck are you doing outside in just a t-shirt and panties anyway?  Don’t you know the apartment number where you belong? I suppose you do not since you seem to be way too young to even teach your address and phone number to.  Well.  I guess you can come in, He was getting bored anyway.

See, I tried to tell you this was a shit day for you.  Now you have that nasty bruise on your cheek.  I’m afraid little one that that isn’t the only injury you will be receiving today.  Not that it would matter because you couldn’t prepare for it.  Plus you can hardly talk correctly anyway.  Little people babble confounds me.  Maybe it’s better this way.  If He gets your face, and the back of your throat swollen enough I won’t have to hear it. 

He loves when your tiny body squirms around like that.  Him shoving his cock into that tight place between those chubby little legs of yours.  I have news for you darling, I don’t think your Daddy is looking for you at all.  I don’t hear any cop sirens, nor do I hear anyone calling out a name.  Looks like you are stuck with us for a bit.  I do mean a bit too, because after He is done violating and hurting you we will have to get rid of you by tossing your barely potty trained little body into a coffin in an abandoned building.  Maybe this isn’t such a shit day after all.

Snuff sex

Chatroom Rendezvous

 

I sat on my ass in front of my computer for months with him behind me.  All we did was scour chatroom after chatroom for the perfect one.  I swear to God if I ever see OMG, or TTYL ever again I’m going to puke then kill the person who texted it to me.  He thought it was funny how the conversations would go.  I had to learn all about K-Pop, Izzy Azalea, Taylor Swift and other mind numbingly boring singers.  Not to mention the millions of times I had to deal with receiving those stupid yellow emoticons.  If it weren’t for the big pay off I would of told him to do it himself because I was just not liking this at all.

FINALLY she showed up one day and told me she liked my hat.  Of all the stupid things, but there she was.  We chatted for hours, all about her stupid friends, her stupid school, and last but not least her stupid parents.  Then it happened.  She told me she loved me and wanted to run away with me.  He jumped up from his chair and said, “Thank you Goddess!”  You see I was always in the chatrooms as a boy.  Not a full grown woman, that would of never of worked.  

We made plans to meet and she sent me snapchats of her on the bus, of her in the cab, of her arriving at the place we were to meet.  She was a little scared but I told her that the reason for us meeting at a place like this is because her parents would never think to look here.  She thought that was “Brill”.  I put the phone down and smashed it with my boot.  

He and a few friends of his were a little way up the alley, I was standing in a doorway with my gun drawn.  She rounded the corner and I was on her.  She cried, she begged, she pleaded, she screamed as one of his friends punched her hard in the face while another started to take his pants off.  I watched them Gangbang all her holes, it was violent, it was nasty, it was brutal and it was fucking sensational!  I played with myself almost the whole entire time.  

At the end she was unrecognizable, muttering, trying to crawl away.  I picked up my gun, held it to the back of her head and fired off a shot.  Hunting is fun, and so was watching the carnal rage that I had the pleasure of witnessing.

Gothic phone sex ~ Give Into Your Obsession

Gothic phone sexHow many times have you wondered what it would be like to be with her?  You see her every day.  You even tried to talk to her once, she just looked at you and laughed.  You want to bury your face in her raven black hair, to see what all that eye make-up would look like running down her pale flawless face as you jam your cock into her mouth.  It has clearly moved on from a fantasy to an absolute obsession.  You even stole one of her lip rings from her gym locker.  You roll it over the tip of your cock every night.

You wonder what she will sound like when you grab her.  You have it all worked out, you even have a place.  You found an old run down church out in the middle of nowhere.  There are Celtic crosses in the graveyard by it’s side.  The walls are thick so you know no sound could ever escape.  The gargoyles on the upper eves are just the right touch.  You know that once she sees it she will love it, and love you for bringing her there. 

Now as you watch her listening to her ipod as she walks home from school you know the time is right.  Her creepers, ripped stockings, black gloves, and her black Lolita dress are perfect.  She is perfect.  You pull along side her and grab your new Gothic doll girlfriend.  She doesn’t know it yet but she doesn’t have a choice.  She will either be yours or not be at all.

Taboo phone sex

Private Lessons

Accomplice phone sex

It is not that unusual for you to ask for my help.  I do not mind, and once in awhile I actually participate, but when you asked me to teach someone I was a bit confused.  I didn’t realize that you were for public education, considering what you do to most of the female students you happen to run across.  I told you that I would be happy to help, I should of known that you meant something completely different then how you made it sound.

I went to your home and walked in like you said to.  I called out for you but you didn’t answer.  I did however hear some sound coming from upstairs.  I went up there thinking you were being an ass and just not answering me.  When I opened the door you were not there but three small ones were.  This threw me off just a bit because I honestly thought you were the one making the noise.

They all looked up at me from their boxes.  Their eyes were huge and pleading.  They were speaking all at once but because of the gags you had in their mouths there words were muffled.  All I said was “Shit.”  I backed out of the room and waited for you to show up. 

When you came home you had a few bags and you asked me to help you take them upstairs so we could begin our lesson.  I walked into the room behind you, put the bags down, then watched as you slapped the top of the boxes one after another.  You told the girls that I was there to teach them how to be good sluts.  I seriously took offense at that and I punched you in the shoulder, you laughed. 

One at a time you left them out of their respective boxes.  I taught them how to bow, how to use their mouths to satisfy you by sitting behind them with a hat pin so that I could shove it into their sides if they didn’t follow my directions.  I also held their wrists while you forcefully entered each one from behind, telling them to shut up and take it.  It took awhile and by the time we left the room after placing them back into their boxes the day was over.

You asked me if I could come back tomorrow to finish up their lessons and of course I said yes.  I wonder what we will be studying today, perhaps I will get to find out what were in those bags we both lugged upstairs.

Punishment

Taboo phone sexWith every rise of his hand the welts became larger and larger.  I stood there watching from a slight distance as he broke a sweat wounding the flawless pale skin that had been exposed.  He was skilled at this task.  He would work on one area then begin on a fresh spot.  Once in a while he would look over his shoulder at me and signal for me to bring him some water.  It was laying there whimpering.  He was even kind to it a few times, letting it get a sip of water.  However I knew something it didn’t, his niceness was false.  He wanted to lull it into thinking it was over, I knew it wasn’t over, and actually I honestly think that somewhere in that tiny brain, it knew it wasn’t over either.

Every thing was going so well.  He was enjoying his treat that I found for him.  It was taking care of him, but then it got tired and started to whine that it wanted to go back home.  Major mistake.  If it would of just keep it’s perfect mouth shut, we wouldn’t be out here in this damn hot sun in the middle of no where.

He reached down to pull the jean shorts all the way off.  It spit up at him.  He kicked it square in the face and it went limp.  He yelled, “SHIT!”  I just shook my head. Within a few minutes it started to stir so he went back to the punishment he was doling out. 

I can just see the looks on the faces of the people that find it, because I know that it won’t make it out of here.  It will be bloated from the sun, the rigor mortise will have set in, parts of it missing from the animals snacking on it.  This wouldn’t be the first time someone stumbled across his handy work and it certainly would not be the last.

A Little Reminder

Taboo phone sex

I am all for a good scare.  I am all for a great scare actually.  Recently I spent time with some of my friends from college.  One of them used to be so fucking cool, and I really don’t know what the hell happened to her.  She turned into a prudish cunt.  She would ask us not to swear and when it came to drinking, she insisted that we not have hard alcohol around her.  Really? This chick used to fuck up to five guys at a time then when they were passed out she would leave a little calling card by stealing all their money in their wallets and taking a shit on the kitchen table.  See, the bitch was fun, but no longer.

The other three of us decided that maybe she needed a little bit of fun forced back into her dull life.  The next day we spent the day being so damn nice, it was sickening.  I even took my nose piercing out then made sure my tats where fully covered.  We were bible study ready! No shit, we were really playing it up.

That night when we all went to bed at 9 p.m. *rolls my eyes* nobody but Ms. Prude went right to sleep.  The other girls and I got up and decided to play a little trick on her.  We took some little yummy pills and dissolved about ten into her stupid Britta pitcher. 

The next day as we just sat around watching her drink her water we all had to keep from giving it away.  We couldn’t act off or she would know something was up.  I told her that the other three girls and I were going out to a bar for a bit and then we would be back.  When we came back she was smoking some of my cigs and looking like she had been hitting the pipe for six months straight.  We brought in a few guys and let them have her.  She loved every damn minute of it.  She was such a dirty bitch, it was like we had our old friend back! She took everything they gave her, and we; her loving friends; took a shit load of pics.  We plastered them all over her facebook page, printed some out and left them in little places all over her apartment. 

When I left that evening she looked like hell and she smelled like she had done some free lance bukkake work.  She had some black and blues forming on her ass, and had a nice slap mark on her face.  She just kept going back for more, plus she kept just drinking that water.  I did receive a text from her today telling me she never wanted to see me again.  I had to laugh, she knew she enjoyed it, we enjoyed it, so what the fuck is the problem?

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Tiny Victim In A Bikini

Bloody Phone Sex

“Can you put this on?” He asked as he handed me this retched piece of pink shit.  I just looked at him and gave him the finger.  He laughed and said, “Come on Indigo, humor me.”  He threw it to me.  I just looked at it.  It made me ill to see the color. PINK!  It is the ugliest color on the face of the planet.  Only prissy faglets and stuck up bitches wear this color. I am neither of the two.

He started to walk out the door and told me that he wanted to see me in it.  He had a surprise and it wouldn’t be much of one if I didn’t get the bikini on.  I went into my bathroom and swore as I put the damn thing on.  I looked ridiculous in the thing.  I would have to smudge my body with fire to get rid of the total puke factor when I took it off just to make sure no residual pink shit was left on my skin.

I heard the front door slam, then the distinctive sound of a hard slap.  I ran out of the bathroom and he was hovered over the couch hissing words at something.  I walked around the couch and there it was.  In almost the same damn bikini I had on.  I gave him a quizzical look and he just smiled at me.  I told him that I didn’t appreciate him bringing his playthings to my home, and he knows it.  He just waved his hand at me in a dismissive manner and told me that this was just some harmless fun.

He told me to stand in front of it.  I did so.  It had a tiny trickle of blood seeping from the corner of it’s mouth.  You could tell it had been crying a lot, and you could also see the slap mark across it’s face.  He sat down and said, “Go on, touch it.”  I moved my hand to it’s long hair, and it tried to fucking bite me!  He laughed so damn hard.  This made me pissed.  He knew that it would do that.  I walked over and punched him hard in the arm.

It made a run for the back door and he tackled it.  It’s head made this awful crunch noise as it hit the hard floor.  He kicked it right in the stomach.  It started to groan, then he leaned down close to it, smiled and said, “Awww come on sweetie, it’s not so bad.  Look at her over there, she is wearing the same thing you are, twins! I told you I knew someone who had the same bikini as you, and that’s why you came with me isn’t it? To meet the other girl that had on the same thing as you?” With that he yanked it up by it’s throat and my tiny little twin began to fight for her life.

Snuffed Slut In The Tub

Accomplice phone sexTiny, sweet, so trusting.  Your girlfriend’s baby girl.  Not only does she play the innocent act so well, she has your cock screaming for some sadistic fucking of this little cunt rag.  I show up at the door telling her that my family has gone away for a few weeks and there is all this candy that I have that I will not eat.  She smiles and takes it, before her Mum can even make it out from the kitchen, she is being rushed to my house because I thought ahead and put some oh so lovely additives into the candy.

Once inside, it is straight up to the tub with her.  You help me undress her. Then we put her in the tub and fill it with water.  She is still giggling and splashing around.  I told her that she had sticky all over her from her lolli.  Such a dumb little bitch.  You get into the tub with her and you and I proceed to hurt, violate, and bloody her up in so many wonderfully fun ways.  As you deposited your cum deep within her torn up body, I end it for her by using a straight edge to slit her throat from ear to ear. 

What a perfect little bath time Snuff Slut your girlfriend’s little daughter turned out to be.