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I need you to be mean to me. Treat me like the dirt on the bottom of your shoe, you don’t want it there not really. Treat me like that dirt, what would you do with dirt that doesn’t belong on your things. You would get rid of it. That is exactly what you should to do me. Sure you can play with me a bit, but really how long do you really want to waste time on a pile of dirt? I deserve no warning and no exception. I’m merely for your brief pleasure and then you have no need for me. You can toss me away or explore a different option. One that deep down you’ve always wanted to try. I know you can do it, after all who’s going to miss a stupid dumb whore?
As she struggled I reached down and dug my fingernails into those bouncing tits of hers. Pressing deeper and deeper until I could see blood feeling her cries as she screamed against my clit. I came on her face while she cried, you were excited seeing her blood. It’s fresh blood just like you wanted. I got off her face, and you force your cock into her ass making her scream loud. I walked off and grabbed your favorite saw, you knew what I was going to do but you didn’t stop me. I cut off those tits one by one her piercing cries made your cum, you pulled out and blew your load all over her bloody, shaking body. You reached down and calmly covered her mouth, placing your strong hand around her throat. In a few short moments she was now longer with us. I have never felt so powerful as I did in that moment sharing it with you.
The car ride was quiet as I watched you constantly watching our prey in the backseat through the rear-view mirror. It was very obvious you were turned on. We arrived and you carried her limp body down to our special place, it will be weird sharing it with this strange whore. You laid her on the worn down mattress, and I went to work tying up her arms and legs to the surrounding poles. She was spread wide open for you, as your tore away her clothes. I fetched a bucket of cold water and threw it on top of her. She woke with a shriek, that made your body quiver. Trying to remain calm she begged and pleaded to be let go. You laughed as you teased her cunt with your fingers. You quickly grew tired of her noise and ordered me to sit on her face. It was a strange but powerful feeling smothering her screams with my pussy. A part of me really like it. You began to fuck her hard, enjoying her body struggling under the both of us.
At first I was hurt when you said you were getting bored of me. That you needed some fresh blood to play with. I’ve given it some thought though and I would love to help you seek out that special taste of strange you are craving so much. I have it planned out, all you have to do is sit in the car. I’ll dress up as just another giant slut looking to party and get fuck. I will spend some time dance and keeping my eye out for a blonde big titted slut, I know that’s your favorite type. I’ll dance with her, and offer to buy her a drink. Then I’ll slip a little roofie in and wait, when she feels all woozy I’ll drag her doomed ass out to the car. Where you will be waiting for us, and then your night will truly began.
I’ve been to this club so many times, always looking for a real man to step up and take what he wanted. Most nights no such man existed in that place and just when I was going to give up on the thought, you approached me. You handed me a drink, I can see just a tiny fizzle at the bottom and I smiled taking the drink. I sipped slowly and listened to you talk to me, at first I felt disappointed. I felt normal it took a few minutes before I started feeling really floaty and felt like I needed to lay down. You chuckled when I started to stumble, you grabbed me and played it off to those around us I had just had to much to drink. I smiled and played along I allowed you to load me up into your car. I fell asleep as we drove away. When I awoke again you were standing over my naked body, I was on what felt like a hard mattress. I still felt to groggy and couldn’t move. You approached and I noticed your cock was bloody. I looked down and realized there was a lot of blood between by legs. Followed by a lot of stinging pain, but I didn’t cry I felt a sense of pleasure. I looked closer and notice the culprit of the blood and pain was a cock ring with razor blades sticking out the sides. You had a evil grin on your face as you grabbed me by my head and force your bloody cock down my throat. I choked and gasped feeling it cutting my mouth and throat. While I choked in my own blood I started to taste cum in the mixture, you pulled your cock out and laughed while I died drowning in blood and cum.
I love seeing that look in your eyes. The dark look you get when you stroke your cock and think about all the ways you would love to tear me apart. I know what you are thinking, you bet my warm wet blood would make excellent lubricate when you fuck my tight little ass. Hearing me scream in pain makes you nice and stiff. I love when you let the dark thoughts enter your mind, and you give in to those twisted desires. You want more then just fucking me. You want to conquer me, dominate me, and lastly completely destroy me. You want to end my existence all for your pleasure. Let me be the first of a very long line of pathetic whores you snuff out.
I may be weird, when I beg you for me pain. Maybe you are scared of going to far, please don’t be. This is me begging you to go for it. I want to scream, I want to bleed. I want to feel cold and fading away. Just the thought of my cold dead body is enough to get you excited. I know it is, I’ve teased with this thought so many times, hoping to plant the plan into your head. I see that darkness in you, I’m begging you explore it. Peel off my flesh slowly enjoy my cries use my body for your sick pleasure. Let me be your first, I might not deserve to be so important but I want to be. Please let me be the experience you won’t ever forget. Let me be the first pathetic life you snuff out from this world.
My fingers are shaking and stained with blood. I couldn’t help myself the way the silver glistened in the reflecting light, it was like it was calling for me. My body ached for pain, needed it like a addict needed their next fix. Let’s be honest I am addicted, pain in my most pure drug. It gets me off makes me feel alive. I laid in bed watching my silver pocket knife sitting on the nightstand, just begging to be played with. I pulled down my panties and reached for it. Flipped it out and stared at the sharp 3 inch serrated blade. I pressed the cold blade against my skin, goosebumps covered my body. I toyed with the blade the tips slowly scraping down my stomach to my sweet bald little peach. I used my fingers to separate the soft little lips, letting the blade gently touch my clit. I spread my legs wide and inserted the blade inside me, while I pressed my thumb hard against my clit. I moved my hips, slowly pulling the knife in and out twisting it around to feel the sharp pains of it tearing the inside of my pussy. It got wetter and wetter, I could feel blood gushing out making a mess between my thighs. I was so close, I rubbed my clit faster as I started to climax. Afterwards I slowly pulled out my knife, which was once shiny and clean now cover in red, the shine barely able to be seen. I feel so light headed, but completely and utterly satisfied.
I’m not much use to you. The only thing valuable of me to you is my 3 fuckholes that make your dick throb. However you have such a wonderful and creative mind, you know you don’t have to restrict yourself to just 3 holes on my body. You know there are more, or you can make more. You have the tools, sure it might get messy but why do you care if it means you can fill this dumb whores body with your cum. You can spend hours fucking me, making me scream and plead but we both know how this ends. The only way you will be fully satisfied is when body is cold, mangled and every last hold destroyed. What’s it to you, I’m just another fuck whore right?
Sometimes I’ll feel the need to get off just like you do when you stare at pathetic fuckable body. However I need something extra I use to not need before. When I’m rubbing my little clitty I need to feel pain. I’m a addict to it, sometimes I’ll just dig my nails into my own clit until I bleed. Or I’ll have a knife and make cuts along my body to push myself to the edge. It’s not just the pain that excites me, it the color of red oozing out of my body. It energizes me to push myself and edge myself closer and closer. If I’m finding it difficult and I need more, desperate and can’t find a torturer to push me to the end. I’ll find a way to do it myself, I’ll use rope around my pretty neck and pull until I can’t breathe. Letting myself feel I’m slipping away as I reach my maximum climax, often times I keep pulling. Maybe I’m destined to bring my own end?